tonight there's gonna be a jailbreak somewhere in town

[exceptfebruary]

WHO: the NOHoPE patients and a few helpers (aka Trauma, Khisanth and Ghost)
WHERE: On a small bus on the way back from the big comm party
WHEN: February 1st, 2012
WARNINGS: ...violence?
SUMMARY: A bunch of inmates are in a bus and then a bunch of inmates will no longer be in a bus and three of them will no longer be inmates!
FORMAT: Whatever



The bus was small. Normally transportation was limited to one inmate at a time, but the reason was so sudden and unexpected, and for Complicated Legal Reasons, the staff at NOHoPE couldn’t get out of taking all their import inmates and shipping them off to pick up their communicators.

The security was lacking. Anyone could see it. But there was no getting around it. The way there was rather uneventful, it was so sudden that nobody could squeeze out of it. And at the porter building were so many inmates, so many of them heroes – escape was not an option.

The way back was the last chance for escape.

It was practically guaranteed to happen somehow.

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ON A BUS, AW YEAH WE'RE ON A BUS

[exceptfebruary]

[ Pre-breakout bus conversations, discussions, inmate bonding. Thread away! ]

feeling sorry for whoever is near enough to Jon to have to hear this bitchin

[phobic]

Another handful of hours I'll never get back.

[screwmeister]

[near enough? these two are sharing a seat, buddy. and he is getting dead eyes from stein.]

Good to know you're counting.

[phobic]

If nothing else, it helps me feel better. [leans against the window, muttering] You'd think they'd close the facility after this many instances of staff becoming patients.

[screwmeister]

What was that. I can't hear what you're saying when you mumble, Jon.

[caprihorn]

[Gamzee may not be sitting next to Jon, but he's still close enough to hear him.]

You all say that like it would have been motherfuckin' better to up and stay at NOHoPE.

[phobic]

As lamentable as that place is, there aren't any cats.

[caprihorn]

_{The motherfuck all is wrong with cats?}

that wasn't a cat, that was a dragon, dragons wouldn't fit down there :c

[onblackwings]

[ whoa think again, jon. there's a still-high-on-nip black shape just wiiiinnnnddding out from under your seat down here. ]

ON MOTHERFUCKIN BUS

[caprihorn]

[Gamzee is just leaning back into his and Julian's shared seat.]

That wasn't too motherfuckin' bad. _{Thought someone was going to try and murder us while we were up at there, but met some nice motherfuckers instead.}

[screwmeister]

Heh. I can't imagine who would want to kill you, Gamzee.

[ooh, but that was kind of rude and he likes gamzee on most days.]

This City is full of nice people isn't it.

[caprihorn]

[He frowns a little at the first part, but thankfully doesn't pay much attention to it.]

It does seem to have a lot of aight motherfuckers at least. _{Just have to get your notice on for them.}

[onblackwings]

[ heeeey, gamzee. remember this furry little buddy? she's starting to come down off her lovely catnip cloud here, down here in the between-seats-aisle, and she's paused to stare up inquisitively at him. ]

[caprihorn]

[Why yes, yes he does remember her.

And he has the feeling that he doesn't want the guards transporting them to see her.

Trying to be sneaky enough so that no one sees her he gestures for her to come and hide in a better spot. Not that this is actually all that sneaky, the other inmates can totally see him still.]

[exceptfebruary]

[ Calendar is still in a good mood, but something about the way his eyes aren't as steady as normal, flickering between the other occupants of the bus, driver and their escort - he was about as on edge as he could be. ]

No, for all of Jonathan's complaining, it was quite a pleasant excursion.

[caprihorn]

Yeah, nothing real motherfuckin' bad up and happened there. _{Kind of nice at some points.}

[He's noticing something may be up with Julian, but he doesn't know what.]

[screwmeister]

[stein is fiddling with his new communicator and looking pretty morose about it!]

I miss having a computer.

[exceptfebruary]

It is better than nothing. [ Julian holds up his and looks it over in an offhand way ] The technology has advanced much in the few years I skipped.

[screwmeister]

I bet that lost time drove you crazy.

[can you detect the sarcasm lightly sprinkled in his voice? that was a really bad joke, see, stein is so funny.]

[exceptfebruary]

[He stiffens.

think of the days to come, not the days long passed

dead serious: ]

At first.

IT'S LIKE SOME SORT OF ESCAPE IS GOING ON

[exceptfebruary]

[ Getting closer and closer to the destination, it's now or never.

Time to fly, guys. ]

[traumatizes]

Terry was more than little nervous. As soon as he'd gotten his new communicator, he made his way down the route back to the asylum and parked himself on a particularly quiet street corner. Even with the long walk, he'd been waiting around for a good hour or so.

During all that time, he still hadn't managed to talk himself out of doing this. Those people were getting tortured, right? That's what the news said. They didn't deserve it. It wasn't their fault they were crazy, just like it wasn't his mom's fault. It was his fault, so he had make it right, at least a little bit.

He spots the bus coming from a few blocks away. Pulls his hands out of his coat pockets and rubs them together as he stumbles right into the (otherwise empty) street with knees that feel like jelly. He focuses on the bus driver, as it gets closer, through the steel and glass he can smell all the old fears.

He knows, instinctively, that when the man was five years old, he'd been bitten by a neighbor's big, mean rottweiler. Suddenly, Terry is that dog, only ten feet tall and frothing at the mouth. He charges the bus, barking so loud it echoes off the windows of the buildings around them, and just as the driver screams bloody murder and slams on the breaks, he turns and rams his flank hard into the front of the bus.

[phobic]

So basically Jon was totally right to be a dog and not a cat person. The scream is beautiful and surges pleasure through his whole being, and though the meds have him off-balance enough that he can't summon anything useful off the ring, he didn't have the ring his whole life prior and he doesn't need it right now. As the shock rings through the bus he's already up and climbing over the seat, headed towards the back.

Time to pat the boy on the back later.

"Devil take the hindmost, gentlemen."

[caprihorn]

Gamzee had been looking for what his currently furry friend had told him to be prepared for earlier, but when a giant dog destroyed most of the bus he was surprised. Ghost pulling something he maybe expected, but this hadn't crossed his mind. Still, despite how taken aback Gamzee was he was still better prepared for this than the guards.

When the bus was smashed Gamzee was up and taking the best flash step he could, he was doing his best to defy what drugs had had pumping through his system. It still felt funny, but it got him much farther than just running for it would have.

Which unfortunately meant that he was a lot closer to some of the guards in back, and one of them wasn't completely disoriented. Gamzee couldn't block the guard's attack, but it didn't matter much if the smile on his face was any indication. Not that anyone behind him could see that expression.

"Let's get the motherfuck out of here," he hissed as he aimed to knock the guard out.

[hacktivist]

Following the transport close-range, for a while, hadn't been difficult, but Ghost was forced to re-assess when the enormous canine hit the vehicle.

He phased in near the back of the bus, grabbing and tasing the nearest available guard, looking around with quick, birdlike motions for Gamzee.

"I'd really like to take credit for this, but I won't."