Very Early Saturday Morning, 18 Apocalypse Ave.
Jarod stretched as he reached for a pan and placed it on the stove for an omelete as he began chopping ingredients. The television was on in his room, and he glanced back occasionally. When he heard the music prefacing a Special Report, he stopped what he was doing and lounged in his own doorway, M twining around his ankles.
At the news desk was a cheerful blonde with sleek hair who was having obvious difficulty trying to keep the proper demeanor to match her story. "We bring you a Special Report on this breaking news story. Early reports from the he United States Penitentiary Administrative Maximum Facility (ADX) in Florence, Colorado are that an as-yet-unnamed man has escaped during transport. Officials believe that he used a paperclip to pick the locks on his shackles, climbed into the cab of the transport van and attacked the guards. It is believed that he then locked the guards in the van and pushed the van into a nearby lake, apparently hoping to drown them."
She was suddenly much more serious, "The guards barely escaped with their lives. A description of the escaped criminal, released by the prison, lists the man as being approximately 6-foot-one inches tall, with a distinctive scar on his right hand. Police consider him armed and extremely dangerous. If you see him, please do not confront him. A contact number will be provided as soon as we have one. Again, please consider this man armed and extremely dangerous. We'll give you more details as they develop."
A picture of the scar flashed across the television screen. After a moment of shock, Jarod ran to his room, pulled his packed emergency bag out from under the bed, grabbed his laptop and his cell phone, set out a few days' worth of food and water for M, and was gone from the house five minutes later.
He was off the island ten minutes after that.
[ooc: Not for interaction. Just establishy.]
At the news desk was a cheerful blonde with sleek hair who was having obvious difficulty trying to keep the proper demeanor to match her story. "We bring you a Special Report on this breaking news story. Early reports from the he United States Penitentiary Administrative Maximum Facility (ADX) in Florence, Colorado are that an as-yet-unnamed man has escaped during transport. Officials believe that he used a paperclip to pick the locks on his shackles, climbed into the cab of the transport van and attacked the guards. It is believed that he then locked the guards in the van and pushed the van into a nearby lake, apparently hoping to drown them."
She was suddenly much more serious, "The guards barely escaped with their lives. A description of the escaped criminal, released by the prison, lists the man as being approximately 6-foot-one inches tall, with a distinctive scar on his right hand. Police consider him armed and extremely dangerous. If you see him, please do not confront him. A contact number will be provided as soon as we have one. Again, please consider this man armed and extremely dangerous. We'll give you more details as they develop."
A picture of the scar flashed across the television screen. After a moment of shock, Jarod ran to his room, pulled his packed emergency bag out from under the bed, grabbed his laptop and his cell phone, set out a few days' worth of food and water for M, and was gone from the house five minutes later.
He was off the island ten minutes after that.
[ooc: Not for interaction. Just establishy.]