The easy way out
Rebecca Jarvis has been through the mill over the past few months. Since the Brainiac incident, and all the hell that came with it, she's been shifted from courthouse to jail cell to psychiatric institute to... well, finally here. From Nevada to Louisiana, or Belle Reve Penitentiary, to be exact. Nobody is too sure what to do with her, as she's responded well to rehabilitation ideas, and the insanity that she was credited with before appears to have lifted, in a large part due to her counsel with Flamebird and the forgiveness the extended to one another.
So now she's at Belle Reve, in yet another white room with a long mirror in the right hand wall. She wonders how many people are on the other side, but she doesn't acknowledge their presence. She just wants this over and done with, and for her to be locked up, released or put in a straitjacket, if needs be.
The door opens, and a large woman walks in, flanked by two no doubt tough men, but men who look miniscule compared to the "wall" between them. Rebecca resists the urge to murmur "thud, thud, thud" as the woman strides to her seat on the other side of the desk, and looks passively at her as she sits. Funnily, it's only now that she notices that the lawyer Flamebird appointed for her hasn't joined them. "What's going on?"
So now she's at Belle Reve, in yet another white room with a long mirror in the right hand wall. She wonders how many people are on the other side, but she doesn't acknowledge their presence. She just wants this over and done with, and for her to be locked up, released or put in a straitjacket, if needs be.
The door opens, and a large woman walks in, flanked by two no doubt tough men, but men who look miniscule compared to the "wall" between them. Rebecca resists the urge to murmur "thud, thud, thud" as the woman strides to her seat on the other side of the desk, and looks passively at her as she sits. Funnily, it's only now that she notices that the lawyer Flamebird appointed for her hasn't joined them. "What's going on?"