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[grenadeball]

WHO: Tank Girl, River.
WHERE: In a prison or summat.
WHEN: Sunday, march 22nd.
WARNINGS: Gibberish, possible insanity, given that it's Tank Girl and River.
SUMMARY: The insane leading the insane towards sanity.
FORMAT: whateverrrr

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[riverbytwos]

River was sitting on the floor in a shapeless sort of sundress and no shoes. She'd been staring intently at her hands, as though they had every answer she was searching for.

When she heard the tap she looked up through her hair, and allowed herself a small smile. So she'd come, like she said she would.

"River," she said, licking cracked lips. "You came."

[grenadeball]

"Course I did. I said I would, and crazy people don't lie. That's what the Indians believed, anyway."

"Standing up for this whole conversation is gonna be a bitch, hold on..."

Looking left and right for guards - absolutely none, of course, the city didn't have a police force to begin with, they didn't have much in the way of prison staff...

She reached into her left hand pocket, pulling out something she hadn't had to use in awhile. Lock pick. Normally she just busted the doors down, but this wasn't really possible in these circumstances. A little twisting, Tank let herself in, closed the door, and sat down on the cot.

Tank rolled an unlit cigarette in her mouth, popping her neck side to side.

Her first question was simple.

"Can you hear my head?"

[riverbytwos]

((ooc: It occurs to me now that I've no idea what River knows about her, if anything. Could you comment here when you get the chance?))

She watched her pick the lock and come in, but didn't make a break for the door, of course. This whole thing was, in essence, a self-enforced imprisonment.

She cocked her head to the side, waving her hand through the air. "Little bit. I can hear that song."

[grenadeball]

"Thought as much. Good. Mr. Blue and naked can't read my head beyond the top layer either, which I think is good for everyone involved."

Tank leaned back, chewing on that cigarette while she breathed out, resting on the cold walls.

"Which means you can't get overwhelmed by my head, by accident or on purpose. We can just talk."

"So lemme guess - for the most part, for the longest time, people have been trying to 'fix' you, right? Like you said earlier - one of 'em trying to make you like the girl you used to be."