WHO: ~*OPEN*~
WHERE: superjail
WHEN: W...ednesday. or Thursday.
WARNINGS: probably none, will update if necessary
SUMMARY: Babs takes a look at the prison and chats up the locals.
FORMAT: Quickpara or whatever you feel comfortable with!
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how come you never want to dance with me anymore? )
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Although Barbara's chair is almost silent, Riful is both observant and hyper-aware, so she does notice that something's coming, and turns her head toward the window, which basically amounts to a giant bulletproof wall of glass across from the wall her cot's set up against. It would be more tolerable, really, if they'd given her a room with nothing but walls; the fact that she can see out of her prison makes it all the more infuriating that, thanks to her lack of strength and the force fields, she really can't escape it. She barely raises her head; her expectations aren't high, and she's certainly not about to sit up if it's another guard, or someone pushing a ( ... )
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After a moment she raises her eyes and says casually, "Hello, Ms. Riful. Tired today?"
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Not that the shaggy, rumpled man in the cell cares that much. True, provoking Prime is one of the only pleasures he gets during this incarceration, but it's not enough fun to mitigate how utterly depressed and miserable he looks. Even with those eyes that occasionally glow an eerie red.
As they are while he's staring at the ceiling.
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Closing her laptop for the moment, Barbara says quietly, "Hello, Mr. Thundercracker."
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"The only way my name could sound more ridiculous in a human context is putting a 'Mister' in front of it."
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There's even the faint scent of cigarette smoke. Seems the ex-chief knows how to work the system.
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"Make some room on your lap and wheel me outta this dump."
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"We'll call it Plan B," she says lightly. "But we're definitely getting you out of here. Though," she sighs, "I'm sure you've heard that lots from everyone. Still, and I know how egotistical this sounds but I honestly believe it to be true, with my father and I on the force now? It will make a difference. My name is Barbara Gordon. Pleased to meet you, Mr. McClane."
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