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.

Comments

[caprihorn]

"_{They all don't,}" Gamzee said to Ghost, perhaps not loud enough to be heard in all the commotion.

He didn't take long to knock the next guard out - oh that was a little more blood than he wanted, well, he'd probably be fine - and then moved as quickly as possible to the back. He breathed a slight sigh of relief when he was finally out the door. Then he turned around to make sure everyone else who was coming was making it, if he was in range he'd be throwing the first object he could at any guards coming after them.

[onblackwings]

Khisanth sticks close behind Gamzee, pressing against his leg as soon as he stops moving. Being in a tiny, fragile little form when there's action happening is pretty much awful, though. So she shoots a quick glance around. The guards, the giant dog? They don't matter. Ghost knows. Gamzee will shortly know one way or another. The pale bald man, the man with the screw in his head? They don't matter either. Crane? Well, she'd like him to know that it was a dragon he'd kicked, so hopefully he's watching. That's a pretty good assortment.

She steps away from Gamzee, and as soon as she does, it's suddenly Onyx. Very human and... very naked. She's there just long enough to dart a smirk over her shoulder at him, and then she changes again. It's her proper form this time, long neck snaking out twenty feet overhead, and wide wings unfurling. Good thing this is a large enough street for a giant monster dog and a dragon, huh?

"Gamzee." Her head twists around to shoot a glance down at him. "Tell me when you'd like to leave, mm?"