(no subject)
WHO: Everyone involved in this plot!
WHERE: Superjail.
WHEN: TONIGHT.
WARNINGS: The Major and War should ALWAYS come with a warning. A little violence.
SUMMARY: War meddles, offices are defiled, torpedoes are even dropkicked. Maybe. Oh, and JAILBREAK.
FORMAT: Prose to start, then whatever! Tag yourselves in when you join the party.
BONUS:: TRACK ONE.
It was time.
Although War hardly needed the cover of darkness, it did seem to suit the atmosphere of drama and espionage. It had been some time since she had a hand in a good old-fashioned prison riot, and, well, in all honesty, she was looking forward to it. As her hands slipped through the security system -- on and through, in and out, on and off and not-quite-on -- she couldn't help but smile. It was far more difficult and sophisticated than she'd expected, which was refreshingly novel.
In the distance, she heard guards begin to yell. When she closed her eyes, she could almost see: the smoke, the lights, the prisoners turning on the guards, then on each other. She could hear the sounds of fists to jaw, knees to abdomen, blade to back. Smell the blood. War was never more War and less Carmine than when she was like this.
The urge to linger was great, but the need to press on was greater. She would be detected soon, and her changes to the security system would undoubtedly not last very long. Moving quickly was her only option.
WHERE: Superjail.
WHEN: TONIGHT.
WARNINGS: The Major and War should ALWAYS come with a warning. A little violence.
SUMMARY: War meddles, offices are defiled, torpedoes are even dropkicked. Maybe. Oh, and JAILBREAK.
FORMAT: Prose to start, then whatever! Tag yourselves in when you join the party.
BONUS:: TRACK ONE.
It was time.
Although War hardly needed the cover of darkness, it did seem to suit the atmosphere of drama and espionage. It had been some time since she had a hand in a good old-fashioned prison riot, and, well, in all honesty, she was looking forward to it. As her hands slipped through the security system -- on and through, in and out, on and off and not-quite-on -- she couldn't help but smile. It was far more difficult and sophisticated than she'd expected, which was refreshingly novel.
In the distance, she heard guards begin to yell. When she closed her eyes, she could almost see: the smoke, the lights, the prisoners turning on the guards, then on each other. She could hear the sounds of fists to jaw, knees to abdomen, blade to back. Smell the blood. War was never more War and less Carmine than when she was like this.
The urge to linger was great, but the need to press on was greater. She would be detected soon, and her changes to the security system would undoubtedly not last very long. Moving quickly was her only option.