"Simmer down the ego, you blubbering fool." Sebastian ordered him, rolling his eyes. They weren't going to be hung for quite some time, these types of prisoners were forgotten. They were tucked away in little cells and fed disgusting helpings of food that looked like foreign life forms.
"Us two, well, we are going to be hung long before these two beauties." he admitted, he could have easily gotten them out hours ago. But it would have made no sense to escape right now, the guards actually CARED about them right now. Give it two or three days and it would be smooth sailing from there.
Everything was a crime these days, and a serious one at that. It was ridiculous, and his own father had taught him how to escape out of things easily as a young young boy.
Of course his mother never knew, and would cry if she knew the life he had now.
"Tricks? Hm, well no. I think violence is quite barbaric, I think the finesse of being untouched, unidentified, unheard; it is all so sensual and mysterious." she replied, trying not to think of her death.
She could almost feel the tightening of the rope around her neck, and the sound of a crowd cheering all around her.
"It would be nice to get out,..I just wish I could have pulled off the dream heist of all time." she sighed, her fingers lacing around the bars as if caressing them.
He stared at the two girls, trying to think of something, anything. He couldn't let all of them die knowing he could have helped.
Jezebel gave a snort, crossing her arms and watching as Lucifer shot him a murderous glare.
“You know he’s never killed anyone, right?” she asked, looking at Sebastian. “He’s making you think he has. He wants to impress us and keep us away.” She pulled her hair tighter, “I don’t think he’ll hang as soon as you will, sir.” She told Sebastian, seeming slightly concerned before she fell silent and looked at Genevieve.
“I never said violence.” Jezebel stood, dusting off her gown, “I said tricks. I put sedatives in peoples’ drinks and suggest a game. By the time my turn comes, they don’t even noticed me taking anything.” She said, slowly peeling off the white gloves that covered porcelain skinned hands.
Jezebel was delicate. Obvious, she was made to live in high society with the drinks, and the gowns, and the jewels, and people lavishing her with attention. She wasn’t one, obviously, for being a part of the lower class, clad in rags and covered in dirt and smelling of the stench of days without bath or soap. She smelled of roses and lilacs, and her skin was clear of bruises, cuts, anything that might make her look common. In fact, the girl looked like a china doll in the play room of a rich little girl. One that was only taken down on special occasions.
Sebastian ignored the pounding glare coming his way, and soon ignored the voices of everyone else. He could only plan the way he was going to wiggle his way into freedom.
His knees buckled slightly, and he was now sighting in a relaxed position on the floor.
He was mentally dismissing himself from the conversation for now, trying to put himself into an almost meditating state for the moment. He did this often, and when he
did he wasn't one for multitasking. His thin, long fingers laced with each other, and he propped his chin onto them as he thought. His eyes slouched shut and he was now in solitude.
Genevieve yawned, feeling her eyes grow warm with moisture. She was a bit tired after having her freedom torn away from her; it was hard work being a criminal. Her eyes wandered towards the man, his thick brassy hair shimmering under the pale lantern light. He was thinking of something, and his face showed this through his stiff jaw and position on the floor. She realize she had no idea who these people were, really. She only knew one of them, and he was the devil apparently.
Well, she had plenty of dances with the devil in her past and he didn't scare her.
"I am Genevieve." she said softly to the two, looking from the girl to the murderer tucked away in the corner.
Sebastian stayed silent, an idea slowly lacing together as he concentrated.
“I am Jezebel Abel.” Jezebel said, smiling softly, thin lips curled into a gentle smile. Lucifer just grunted.
“You already know my name.” he grumbled.
“Irony that a murderer named Cain should be around thief named Abel, isn’t it?” She asked, looking at Genevieve. She should at least talk to the poor thing. She was actually thinking that she might get along with her. And maybe she could weasel the two of them on out of here. She still had a few pins in her hair that might be able to pick that lock…Maybe Genevieve knew how to do that…But she’d have to get those boys out too. The one was cute and a cute guy can’t be left alone in prison. The other just…looked like he was going to fall to pieces if left inside alone.
Genevieve shrugged, she had no interest in the bible. Her family had little time for faith, they were always struggling to provide for her siblings.
"I think it is ironic that people in jail are speaking of the Bible." she admitted, laughing a little. Her fingers touched something in her hair, and soon the mounds of brown hair tumbled down from a braid to long locks of brunette. The curls around her face were now pushed to the side, making her face look even paler from the contrast of colors. Her eyes were greenish blue, and looked almost like a wolf's.
Sebastian, was a tricky little fellow. He had a cleanly shaven face, and his hair was smoothed back nicely. But his face looked sickly, and his words were almost like riddles at times.
He was an artist, or a poet of sorts; that was for sure. His eyes though, they showed odd mixtures of emotions and personality. He looked evil at times, a devious plotting sort.
But at times he seemed softer, and deep. Nobody knew much about him, and from what Genevieve knew he was quite the deep thinker. He was the first one to see her, and she was the first one to see him.
"Nice to make your acquaintance." he finally mumbled, nodding towards Genevieve and Jezebel and shortly looked at Lucifer. He didn't quite get that man, who brags about being such an atrocious creature? Though, the girls seemed to be a puddle of mush over him.