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Location: Dorm Rooms - AEGIS Complex, Alcatraz Island
Issue #2: A Pointed Stinger
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Interaction(s): Poe @Roman
Previously: Absolutely Buzzingly Furious!
"Sleep?" Quinn angrily inquired. "We're stuck in a small box, and you want to sleep? You're the one who got us into this mess!"
She couldn't believe what she had been hearing. The unknown girl was seemingly apologetic for what she had "done", despite Quinn having little understanding of what had even happened. But Quinn didn't care. The only thing she cared for was to get out. She had enough of tiny boxes. She had enough of being trapped in a cage, and for all intents and purposes, this sterile hospital-esque room was practically one. There was no time for sleep; they (or rather, her) needed to find a way out of this room.
Grumbling to herself, Quinn sighed and turned her attention back to the door. The girl could sleep for whatever she cared; she seemed absolutely useless in terms of prioritizing survival. If she wasn't going to help, then Quinn would have to forge her own path, just as she did all those years on the streets.
Before Quinn could ponder much more on how to plan her escape, however, her answer came unexpectedly as the door itself opened, with a rather tall man standing at the door.
"Dinner time." A burly voice announced. Quinn couldn't see much of a face from where she stood, and instead only saw pristine leather boots and neatly-pressed pants. "Get up."
"Finally." Quinn snapped. Normally, she'd been a bit more cautious of the man, but this appeared to be her only shot so far at escaping this dorm prison, and so she took the opportunity while she still could.
Fluttering her wings to rise up into the air so that she wouldn't tire herself out walking the giant-sized hallways, Quinn took one final look at the other girl before following the guard out of the room. Whether or not if she wanted to get up onto her feet was certainly her problem, not Quinn's.
She couldn't believe what she had been hearing. The unknown girl was seemingly apologetic for what she had "done", despite Quinn having little understanding of what had even happened. But Quinn didn't care. The only thing she cared for was to get out. She had enough of tiny boxes. She had enough of being trapped in a cage, and for all intents and purposes, this sterile hospital-esque room was practically one. There was no time for sleep; they (or rather, her) needed to find a way out of this room.
Grumbling to herself, Quinn sighed and turned her attention back to the door. The girl could sleep for whatever she cared; she seemed absolutely useless in terms of prioritizing survival. If she wasn't going to help, then Quinn would have to forge her own path, just as she did all those years on the streets.
Before Quinn could ponder much more on how to plan her escape, however, her answer came unexpectedly as the door itself opened, with a rather tall man standing at the door.
"Dinner time." A burly voice announced. Quinn couldn't see much of a face from where she stood, and instead only saw pristine leather boots and neatly-pressed pants. "Get up."
"Finally." Quinn snapped. Normally, she'd been a bit more cautious of the man, but this appeared to be her only shot so far at escaping this dorm prison, and so she took the opportunity while she still could.
Fluttering her wings to rise up into the air so that she wouldn't tire herself out walking the giant-sized hallways, Quinn took one final look at the other girl before following the guard out of the room. Whether or not if she wanted to get up onto her feet was certainly her problem, not Quinn's.
