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[Her already low voice has dropped to a lower tone. Maybe to keep steady? She speaks, hushed and hoarse.]

Heh. I been locked up before. That was for a blotched job, not on my part. I'm a killer. That's who I am. Y'can hurt me. Fuck it, you can kill me. But you can't make me sorry.

Hear that?

[Ah, there's still piss and vinegar in there. She

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[Justin has escaped. Perhaps he shouldn't have--he deserved to be there more than most people--but the moral ramifications can be mulled over at a later point... preferably after he found a way out of the prison.

Odd. That yelling sounds familiar...

Elle. Justin hasn't met her in person, but he recognizes her voice from the network. Frankly, he thinks he might want to keep his distance from her, because she looks terrifying in person. He can't pretend he doesn't know her, though. He sneaks over to the door and barely whispers.]

Don't taunt them.

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[Frankly, she looks like hell. That's a reason to keep your distance. Hygiene and cleanliness take a back seat right now. Seeing movement on the rim of her limited peripheral, Elle has to turn her head and sit up to see.]

I'm telling them the truth.

[...Wait a second. Is this another hallucination? Maybe. Elle stands up, forcing sore muscles to move. The image of some kid doesn't evaporate. Oh. She's seen his mug before.]

What the fuck are you doing?

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They don't want to hear the truth.

[Justin examines the lock with the studious eye of someone who has learned all there is to know about lock-picking, just in case such a skill should come in handy. It's amazing how shoddy the lock is. The deities must want them to escape.]

Keep quiet. [Hopefully she won't kill him for making that suggestion. She looks like she might. I'm escaping.

[And racking up good karma points. Freeing psychopaths surely lessens the severity of his crimes. Justin takes his very broken reading glasses--they hadn't survived the monsters--out of his front pocket and, half-blind, goes at Elle's lock with the broken wire rim.]

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They'll hear whatever the hell I want them too.

[The surreality of arguing with someone on the other side of the bars that isn't out to induce agony almost makes her believe this is a dream. Elle leans on the bars, watching him in half amusement and half daze. He'd be a four eyes, wouldn't he? The gleam of that little twist of metal makes her smile.]

Gimme that.

[She hardly gives him a chance. Sorry Justin. Elle grabs the wire and jiggles.]

I've done this before.