Now, Now, Darling. Oh, Don't Loose Your Head

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Characters: Any GHPers that signed up.
Location: The Mental Institution Alice is in.
Time: Pre-Project Rivival
Content: Breaking Alice out.
Warnings: Violence? Language?
Note: This is pretty much completely unorginized - on purpose. Threadjack, jump over each other. Group Two still needs to get lost or have some hijinks. Also, there's an NPC, npcrednurse that

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Group One

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An eight foot building stands in front of you. It's security is minimum. A guard stands at the check in. There is an entrance and an exit in the back. Sometimes it's cracked open, but not today. There are enough orderlies, and once the alarm goes off, more will be coming.

Have fun.

Group One - enter Red

[redhoodedgirl]

Red had never been much of a tactician, her usual style was to kick in the front door, guns blazing. Metaphorically, of course, since she wasn't a fan of firearms.

She saw no reason why this plan of attack wouldn't work here too, especially since they were supposed to do what they could to draw fire and give the others a chance to actually get inside to where Alice was being kept.

She cracked her knuckles, limbering up, first one hand and then the other, she had all three sets of her knives that day, one set in a bandolier, one set in a thigh holster, and one set as backup, "We ready for this?"

Group One - Goldie

[goldiekicksass]

Goldie watches Red, her hands tucked in the pockets of her trim black ensemble which appeared to be modeled after the sort of thing one would wear in a burglary. It technically was one, after all. "Of course I'm ready. This is going to be easy as pie! The only real challenge would've been subtlety, and we're not even supposed to go for that."

She cracks her neck carelessly, the twitching smile at her lips being the only hint that she's not bored out of her mind. This was easily the coolest thing Goldie had gotten to do in years. "Let's just bust some skulls and make a nice show for the cameras."

Group One - Tink

[believeinher]

Something bright tumbles down out of the sky and catches itself a few feet off the ground.

"Two exits as well as that one," she points at the door. "But I blocked up the one on the roof. Silly people, jumping when they know they can't fly. Block that one as we go through and that means they'll all be running left. Away from Alice."

Tink's so over excited it's a wonder she's not turning somersaults. The dagger strapped to the belt at her waist is the same one she used ten years ago, and it still fits her hand perfectly.

"That is, anyone who doesn't want to stay for the adventure."

Group Two

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Just like the newer building, there are eight floors. The goal is simply to get to the third, undetected to get to Alice. There is an entrance with one gaurd at the check in point. Today, the back door is open. But a group of older teens and early twenty somethings might look suspicious all coming in the back. Hope you can break into the closet to steal some uniforms.

Group Two (Miller Intro)

[spintosurvive]

[Hiding out in the tree line not far from the doorway is one determined-looking Miller. Right now, she's checking in her bags to ensure she's still well-stocked with straw. She's talking to herself, going over not only the directions to Alice's cell but also giving herself a bit of a pep talk- it's been a while since she's done this, and her powers are definitely not at their best.]

C'mon, MD. You can do this. Just... focus.

[Feel free to interrupt her musings. She's just waiting for everyone else to get here.]

Group Two (Enter Wendy)

[cantseeyourstar]

Wendy hasn't heard back from Robin, so she's decided to follow her heart and go after Alice, praying that the others don't need her or will call if they do. Because of her powers, she should be able to make her way to them if need be.

She spots Erica behind the tree and runs up behind her, quietly, trying to make a little noise so that she won't startle her. "Erica, I'm here. Where are the others?" she whispers, tugging her black hoodie closer over her face.

Group Two (+1)

[atoneblow]

[It's going to be a matter of precision. Thankfully, that's what they've all been trained to do.

The Tailor isn't smiling. He isn't frowning, either, just quiet, away from his usual self, reserved--clearly maintaining at least three duplicates of himself at the other building, if the slight haze over his eyes is to be trusted. Robin's logistics require a large team, after all.

It simply means he's quiet as he reaches the girls, hefting a satchel from his shoulder to the ground. The disguises weren't easy to come by, but then, they're clever children, aren't they...]