Havoc and Visitation

Graves had awoken not long after the transit had completed, albeit extremely groggy. The last time he'd woken to such a feeling was when he had naively participated in that drinking contest against Gangplank and some other locals last time he had been in Bilgewater with the spiked booze. As soon as he could manage he started shaking the bars of his cell, prodding them for any structural weakness, hoping for some luck on his side for once. Unfortunately for the Outlaw the bars integrity was high and everything here seemed well kept. There would be no easy escape in this new prison either much to his chagrin. He then saw someone in the cell across from his stir. It was Vi.



'Speak fer' yourself...' he thought numbly to himself as he plopped himself down onto the floor of his cell in defeat. He was back at square one again like when he was new in the other prison and there was nothing he could do about it.

It took him a moment but as Graves looked up from where he sat he noticed the guard staring at him. He tried to ignore it and stood up pacing a bit before he leaned against a wall of his cell, but the guard just kept on staring and it was getting on the Outlaw's nerves. He knew what it was about, the condescending look from the guard said it all. That he looked down on the very prisoners he was in charge of, Graves in particular. He probably saw them as less than human and this train of thought began to make Graves' blood boil. Who was this guard to put himself on a pedestal and judge him and the rest of the prisoners? He was nobody special and Graves had all the motivation he needed to put the guard in his place if the opportunity arose.

"The hell are you lookin' at!?" Graves hollered at the guard, kicking at the bars of his cell. If not for the bars between himself and the guard he'd have knocked him into next week already.

It had been a slow, careful, watchful, quiet trek through the City of Progress--

Except that it hadn't because seriously, for real? What's wrong with you people? Do you KNOW who I am? Though despite her usual penchant for pointing off to a random spot in the sky and unloading all holy hell down from afar before gallivanting into the fray for a little more fun 'n' gun, today Jinx was content to cartwheel across the roofs of buildings from one edge of the city towards the center. After all, these nice, neat little buildings were all arranged perfectly in a row (in a roundabout sort of way) for her to make her way to AAAAANY point in the city to just come to a sudden, unplanned stop and start GOING [teemo]'ING CRAZY. She'd've thought that if these loser didn't WANT her to just waltz on in and blow everything up in a ten million square mile radius, WHY BUILD THE CITY FOR SUCH EASE OF ACCESS?

The sun was still up, but she had to wonder for how much longer now that would be the case. And, really, with all the fun things she had planned, she wasn't sure how dark it would -stay- even if it was in the middle of the night. As the Loose Cannon first made her trek through the city, she had started reaching into her hip packs and unloading little satchel charges wirelessly synced to a pretty red button in another part of her pack, dropping them on rooftops and leaving them there. The radar didn't stretch far, though, so she had to keep the extra distractions close to the target or else she might not get to set them all off at the same time and then what was the point?

Now, however, she was sitting across the way from the PARC building, her legs dangled over the edge of a rooftop and swinging. She was humming to herself while she polished old Fishbones. She kept an idle eye on her target while she cleaned, taking precise care and gentle affection to the firearm.

"Do you wanna know who's in that building over there, 'bones?"

'Oh, dear, please don't tell me that's ANOTHER orphanage. Haven't you done enou--'

"Six's in here, 'bones. They got 'er locked up."

'Vi? Why, whyever would they want to lock up a fine, upstanding citizen like--'

"She hurt somebody way back and when she came back home after hidin' out in the ol' chemical gutter, they brought 'er in in cuffs. CUFFS. Can you believe it?"

'Oh, dear, oh dear. She HURT someone? That POOR dear, she must feel positively dread--'

"She KILLED somebody, 'bones! And they locked her up like it's a CRIME or somethin'! That just ain't right, 'bones. Six's got some PROBLEMS we need to square away, but NOBODY puts her in a case. 'SPECIALLY not that ol' FAT Lady."

'I foresee and very loud and unfortunate evening...'

"HAH! For once, you're makin' a lotta sense, 'bones!"

With a groan, she tossed the rag aside and hoisted herself up onto her feet. Resting Fishbones on her hip, she dusted herself off a minute before leaning down to scoop up a couple rounds.

"Hope yer hungry, 'bones! It's gonna be a LONG NIGHT!"

With a 'floop!', she dropped a rocket into the launcher's jaws. She squared her feet on the building and lifted Fishbones up on her shoulder. With a squinting eye, she stared down the barrel at a long wall across the way and held her breath. "TEN nine eight seven SIX!" With a squeeze of her trigger finger, she was jostled back by the kick of the rocket launcher as its payload went spiraling towards the target wall. "YA MIGHT WANNA DUCK!"

Out of the silence, the explosion shook the whole east quarter of the PARC, throwing concrete and metal across the yard and breaking a hole in lower ward the size of a four horse carriage. The impact forced wreckage into the cell block, killing several of the closest inmates while the creating an opening in the prison wall where cries of pain and anger issued out. Disoriented guards raised alarms while other mobilized their response. They'd alert the police, and swarm the blast zone to maintain control. The prisoners could not be allowed a chance to gain a foothold. They'd take guards hostage, try to find weapons if they were given the chance. The PARC was awake with lights and sirens in a matter of moments, guns handed out and guards awakened. Whatever this was, it couldn't be allowed to escalate.

In the guards quarters, Caityln woke to the high pitched screaming of the alarm system. She dressed and armed herself, running out with the rest of the guard in a race to take positions and secure the perimeter. The Sheriff gleaned the situation from the PA system. An explosion had rocked the lower east ward, freeing prisoners and breaking a hole in the compound perimeter. There was only one explanation, and Caitlyn raced toward the rooftop while running over the prison schematics and nearby buildings.

Graves picked himself up from the ground, vision hazy and ears ringing from the explosion. As the chaos around him unfolded he did his best to shake off the shell shocked feeling quickly noticing the large that was the wall of his prison moments ago. The Outlaw couldn't help but grin at this new development, thinking maybe his luck hadn't run out just yet and darted through to begin his escape.

On his way out he brutally beat an unsuspecting guard to a pulp amidst the rioting between fellow prisoners and the officers. The man had been the one thing standing between him and freedom and Graves had no intention sitting one more second of his life behind bars. After taking his weapons he slipped away while the police and prison guards attempted to control the situation and keep the rest prisoners from escaping. If the Outlaw was sure of one thing it was that he'd be long gone by thetime they realized he was missing.