Séance looked down at the tray he held in his hands. Somehow he was reminded of his middle school cafeteria's food... however, he wasn't sure if it jiggled as much as this... stuff... did. He gave the tray another small shake in his hands, and wondered if bread should jiggle so much it was perpetual motion.
Sighing, Séance looked around the prison cafeteria. There were a number of looks thrown his way, as he was the 'new guy', but otherwise, he was almost ignored by a majority of others. That, or they just tried hard not to make eye contact with him.
Still standing in the middle of the cafeteria trying to find a seat, Séance felt a rather large and hairy hand clap onto his shoulder.
"Heh heh heh... hello there, new guy," said a gruff, low, and distinctly unfriendly voice. It was the kind of voice belonging to...
Don't think about it. thought Séance. He started to calm down a little when his brain continued on, Don't think about it like you didn't think about last night. That certainly didn't help him any.
"Watch out for my soap, by the way. It has a... tendency of slipping in the showers."
Well, at least it gave him a hint of what was to come, though.
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Sitting in his cell much, much later, Séance stared blankly at the wall, not moving a muscle.
Ranma Sextome, he thought, because of you, I've REALLY seen hell... and his name is Big Paul.
He shuddered.
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After finally recovering from his 'ordeal', Séance spent a good amount of time sitting around his cell and thinking. He had a LOT of time to do just that, sitting and thinking. It certainly gave him empathy for the statue "The Thinker", sitting on his ass all day and thinking.
I... don't think I can handle this anymore, he thought. I have to escape!
Adjusting his seating for maximum thinking potential (vitally important to any plan), Séance began.
...How would MacGuyver do it?
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After only an hour spent searching in his room, Séance found the perfect, but clichéd , place to begin his digging; the air vent.
It only took a couple of minutes, but he was able to easily pop out the vent... and a good amount of wall besides! The amount of wall that came out with the vent was enough for him to easily squeeze through. Man, that's pretty lucky!
Doing just that, squeezing through, Séance replaced the vent and explored the area he had just entered. It was a rather large and dark place, unsurprisingly like the rest of the
Wandering down the utility hallway, Séance came across a hole apparently made in the wall of the hallway. Well, it was more of a man-made tunnel than a hole, and since the hallway ended in a dead-end a couple feet from the beginning of the tunnel, Séance started walking through the dirt tunnel.
After proceeding for a number of meters in the twisting tunnel, Séance heard the sound of some voices, and the glow of light. Sneaking forward, he, well, sneaked towards the sounds. Upon drawing closer, Séance saw a group of other prisoners discussing animatedly amongst themselves, various tools like shovels and mining hats with the lights turned on strewn around the place.
Deciding for some reason that the prisoners were friendly, Séance approached and made himself known. "Uh... hello?"
Immediately, the group stopped what they were talking about and examined the newcomer. One of the prisoners stepped forward.
"Ah, hello. I assume that you're trying to break out, right?"
Startled, Séance stuttered, "Uh, wh-what? I d-don't know wh-what you're talking about!"
Rolling his eyes, the apparent spokesperson said, "Right. And you have a dirt covered spoon in your hand because you keep a collection of spoons."
Hiding the offending spoon behind his body, Séance replied, "I... thought it was complimentary?"
Letting out a good-natured laugh, the spokesperson said, "Oh, don't worry about it. You're with friends here. Welcome to the Miner's Union. We're currently trying to escape ourselves..."
"You are? Whew... I'm so relieved." Séance let himself visibly relax. Here he could get help and finally escape this hell-hole.
"Yeah, in fact, you came at a great time. We've just about broken into the surface. Just a couple more inches and we'll be free! And since you're the newcomer, we'll let you do the honors of the last inches and you'll be the first one out. We were just discussing about who'll be the first one, and it might as well be you."
Jumping at the chance, Séance immediately took a shovel, and, walking over to where he was directed, started chipping at the dirt overhead. He dug through about three inches of dirt before he broke through, although there wasn't any light coming from the hole. Realizing it must've been night-time, Séance recieved a boost from the miners below, climbing out of the hole he had made.
Stumbling around, trying to find any light at all, he felt around in the dark before stumbling onto something... pleasantly soft. It was then that he felt some cold metal being snapped into place around his hand. Lights flooded on, as Séance found himself not outside, but in a room still apparently in the correctional center.
Oh, and the pleasantly soft thing he had stumbled onto? An Officer Jenny's breasts. Well, he THOUGHT that was an Officer Jenny.
"Well, what do we have here? Another escapee?" smirked the Officer Jenny-that-didn't-look-like-one. Séance wasn't sure if normal Officer Jennys wore black leather.
Séance spotted a table behind the Jenny, and the first thing he saw was a nameplate on said table.
'Officer Jenny, Correctional Center Supervisor'
"Call me Queen!"
Oh... shit...
(Kt3 tips over his bucket over the episode, but when nothing came over, he peered inside. "Damn, I'm out of humor already.")
*BUURRP*
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