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In the parliamentary houses, there'll be talk of what this is with inexpert witnesses and evidence against us. But I'll take my pound of substance from those insubstantial men whatever their arguments; I'll prove your innocence. ♥

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gethscmane:

Eli quietly wondered if he should have come sooner. It was something he’d been TRYING to do, but he’d waited out with the hope that someone would want to help him. A soft sigh tore itself from the man, eyes scanning the road ahead. It really HAD been a long time, hadn’t it?

“Sounds like a plan….” He murmured, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “’bout how much longer, then, boss?” He glanced over, brow twitching slightly. “N’ when I get the food, what do you want?”

“I don’t care what you get. I’ll eat anything right now– even cabeza y sesos.” You answer as you limp off from the truck in search of a van or something– anything, really. Crossing the street to the truck stop, you settle for a few minutes, planning out your attack. 

It’s mostly over before it starts– the man left the passenger door unlocked. Probably for a hooker or something, not that you care. 

Unfortunately, however, due to others being around, you have to kill him quietly in the cab– you do so easily, breaking his neck by separating the vertebrae in it with some hard tugs. Shoving the body off into the passenger side, you start up the truck.

[gethscmane]

Eli shrugged and got out himself, making his way over to a taco truck.....after tossing a lit match in the window of the vehicle he just exited. Ordering is no problem, he knows what’s good, even when he’s lost in thought. Josh sure had changed, hadn’t he? It made Eli wonder if the man would even want to keep his eager ass around. He sighed softly, heading back to their getaway vehicle. At least he’d ordered soda, too! Joshua was probably thirsty.

“Oi, boss! Got the goods...” He held up the soda and bags of takeout, hoping this offering would pacify the man a little more. Sure, they were running from the police, but he felt rather calm. The prison break had been a bit more heart-pounding, and it felt like Joshua had a good enough plan that he had nothing to fear.

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gethscmane:

“Taco truck it is…” It was true, they were already looking. But fortunately they only knew Joshua’s face really well. The benefits of being just an underling and a yes-man. He shifted more in his seat, chewing on his lip in thought. The boss had a point about the vehicle. Reported stolen, they’d be caught in no time at all.

Eli’s eyes looked over to Josh again, still thinking. Compared to how he’d been before, he was like an old painting whose colors had faded. He was nowhere near the vibrant and boisterous young man he was when they’d first met. Prison probably just had that effect on people…

“Well, if neither of those options are available, how ‘bout a van? One of those big company vans?” He was just throwing suggestions out there. Might as well try to be productive.

Unnaturally quiet and resolute, you discard the current magazine for another. You look over it like one would a newspaper, with little interest and more of treating it like a distraction from boredom. 

You roll your jaw thoughtfully, tonguing a loose tooth in the back of your mouth as you wait.

It’s a good thirty minutes before one is found. “Sure, fine. You get the food, I’ll find a truck. Should both be ready at the same time.” It should be hard, considering this looks like an industrial part of town. “If we don’t finish on time, come find me. There’s no use in staying split up and waiting to get dragged back to hell.”

You put the mags away for now, slinging the backpack over your shoulders again before you dig around for anything else that’s useful. Upon finding nothing, you straighten up. “Once we get the truck, we’re gonna set this one on fire. No reason ta’ leave prints anywhere.”

[gethscmane]

Eli quietly wondered if he should have come sooner. It was something he’d been TRYING to do, but he’d waited out with the hope that someone would want to help him. A soft sigh tore itself from the man, eyes scanning the road ahead. It really HAD been a long time, hadn’t it?

“Sounds like a plan....” He murmured, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “’bout how much longer, then, boss?” He glanced over, brow twitching slightly. “N’ when I get the food, what do you want?”

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gethscmane:

“Reasonable….” Eli couldn’t remember, either. He looked to the road with half-lidded eyes, an idea coming to mind. “How ‘bout a taco truck? I don’t know anyone who hates one of those if they’re half-decent…” it was a pretty mundane suggestion, but not a bad one. At least, Eli didn’t think so. “And…if that ain’t special enough for you, I can get ya a cake or somethin’. I’d suggest a sit-down place but….well, they’ll be lookin’ for you soon enough, y’know?”

You’re silent for several, long moments as you mull over the options offered. 

“I can do taco truck.” You rasp in response, not looking up as he drives. “They’re already looking. It’s been over an hour– they’ve likely sent out the dogs by now.” Your voice is low and quiet, nowhere near as lively and loud as it used to be. “We will have to ditch the truck in at least two hours– past that, we’ll either have to walk all the way home, or steal another car.”

“I would suggest either a cargo truck, or a school bus. Whichever is available.”

[gethscmane]

“Taco truck it is...” It was true, they were already looking. But fortunately they only knew Joshua’s face really well. The benefits of being just an underling and a yes-man. He shifted more in his seat, chewing on his lip in thought. The boss had a point about the vehicle. Reported stolen, they’d be caught in no time at all.

Eli’s eyes looked over to Josh again, still thinking. Compared to how he’d been before, he was like an old painting whose colors had faded. He was nowhere near the vibrant and boisterous young man he was when they’d first met. Prison probably just had that effect on people...

“Well, if neither of those options are available, how ‘bout a van? One of those big company vans?” He was just throwing suggestions out there. Might as well try to be productive.

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I could honestly watch this all day

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gethscmane:

Eli was half-asleep when he felt the door open, peeking an eye open and sliding his feet off the dash to kick the truck in reverse and hit the road. He was all too ready to get out of here, and back to where he belonged honestly. He rolled the driver’s side window down, leaning out as they went and tapping the steering wheel in-time to the music. Occasionally, he stole a glance over to look at his boss, eyeing him up to assess the ‘damage’. Honestly? Joshua looked pretty awesome. Certainly had a look befitting a gang leader.

“…so, guess I’m curious what the first thing you wanna do is once we get back? And did ya wanna grab some fast food on the way there? Might be able to find somethin’ pretty good, even out here…”

You look like shit– everything down to just how you sit in the truck is different. Flipping through a magazine in the light of dusk, you idly listen to him as you inspect some of the women in the pictures. “I dunno– all I know is that I can’t just waste it by gettin’ shitfaced. I really gotta make it special, because that fuckin’ cell sucked. If I never see that fuckin’ shithole again, it’ll still have been too soon.” 

“Honestly, I can barely even remember what I used ta’ like doin’ back in the day.”

[gethscmane]

“Reasonable....” Eli couldn’t remember, either. He looked to the road with half-lidded eyes, an idea coming to mind. “How ‘bout a taco truck? I don’t know anyone who hates one of those if they’re half-decent...” it was a pretty mundane suggestion, but not a bad one. At least, Eli didn’t think so. “And...if that ain’t special enough for you, I can get ya a cake or somethin’. I’d suggest a sit-down place but....well, they’ll be lookin’ for you soon enough, y’know?”

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gethscmane:

“They..well, it just might…” Eli shrugged, then looked around and spotted a farm truck. Easy enough to hotwire. He rolled his shoulder and got to work, thinking on what he knew so far. Joshua had…changed. He was a bit…more tame? But not in a SAFE sort of way. It was a way that made Eliander feel even more intimidated, honestly.

He paused, wiping his hands on his pants and looking off to the house. Sure, it was a nice house, and likely the family was out. That’s why he even chose this place. No use complicating matters more..and hopefully Joshua would be quick. THey weren’t all that far from the prison. At least, not far enough to be comfortable at all….

It took him a bit, but soon the truck was up and running and he drove it to the barn, waiting for Joshua with his eyes closed and his feet propped up on the dash while he listened to the radio and nibbled on some jerky. As long as he got Josh back to Deadlock, that’s all that mattered. Things would start looking up! Yeah!

After a quick perimeter check, you’re quick to bust open a window. Heaving yourself through it, you rely on your hearing to ensure no one discovers you. Stuffing food into your bag, you don’t turn up a cellphone, nor do you turn up the dumb “college fund” jar. Upon discovering no one home, however, you go through the rooms relentlessly, taking whatever you can walk out with, including changing out of your godawful jumpsuit in favor of putting on some good, clean, casual clothes. 

A dash of cologne (which you also take), and you’re good to go. 

Well, not before you also grab the raunchy magazines under the mattress. 

Meeting back up with Eli, you waste no time in hopping in and buckling up. “Feels good ta’ wear normal clothes again. I’m feelin’ real special already. Let’s get the hell outta Dodge.”

[gethscmane]

Eli was half-asleep when he felt the door open, peeking an eye open and sliding his feet off the dash to kick the truck in reverse and hit the road. He was all too ready to get out of here, and back to where he belonged honestly. He rolled the driver’s side window down, leaning out as they went and tapping the steering wheel in-time to the music. Occasionally, he stole a glance over to look at his boss, eyeing him up to assess the ‘damage’. Honestly? Joshua looked pretty awesome. Certainly had a look befitting a gang leader.

“...so, guess I’m curious what the first thing you wanna do is once we get back? And did ya wanna grab some fast food on the way there? Might be able to find somethin’ pretty good, even out here...”

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Just a simple video of Cees her playtime.

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gethscmane:

“TO be fair, I’d think most people would be winded after an escape like that…”

The question again. Eliander sighed, rubbing at his neck and cringing as he thought. What was the plan again? Oh yeah. “Well…” He got up again, digging around until he found what he was looking for; a backpack made of some pretty tough materials. He held that out to Joshua, smiling some. Inside was some beef jerky, crackers, water…and a bottle of whiskey. He thought ahead.

“Here. I’m going to grab one of the vehicles from the farm and we’re going to drive back to base. Unless…there was somewhere else you wanted to go?”

You readily accept it, digging out the whiskey when you see it, popping off the cap to chug some of it. “Sounds good to me.” You get comfortable. “A trip home is exactly what I need– maybe when our guys see me again, they’ll get inta’ gear again right quick.”

“I’ll see what I can grab from the house. I’ll join ya’ hear in thirty minutes.”

Slinging the backpack on your shoulder, you get ready to go and trail to the house. There should be some good shit in there– after all, this house looks pretty well off.

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“They..well, it just might...” Eli shrugged, then looked around and spotted a farm truck. Easy enough to hotwire. He rolled his shoulder and got to work, thinking on what he knew so far. Joshua had...changed. He was a bit...more tame? But not in a SAFE sort of way. It was a way that made Eliander feel even more intimidated, honestly.

He paused, wiping his hands on his pants and looking off to the house. Sure, it was a nice house, and likely the family was out. That’s why he even chose this place. No use complicating matters more..and hopefully Joshua would be quick. THey weren’t all that far from the prison. At least, not far enough to be comfortable at all....

It took him a bit, but soon the truck was up and running and he drove it to the barn, waiting for Joshua with his eyes closed and his feet propped up on the dash while he listened to the radio and nibbled on some jerky. As long as he got Josh back to Deadlock, that’s all that mattered. Things would start looking up! Yeah!

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gethscmane:

“That’s just the way it goes, I guess….” He shrugged, not really minding. He was used to kind of being the punching bag, anyway. Afterall, all he ever did was what he was told, anyway. What did he matter? His boss shouldn’t have to do any work for him.

When they arrived, Eliander got down on his knees, catching his breath. This was alright. His boss was free and they were away from prison! That was a major success, right? The comment on youth made him snicker, shaking his head.

“I’d say you’re doing pretty great considering what we just did….”

You roll your eyes. “If I were younger, I wouldn’t be so dang winded.”

“Anyway,” You answer, repeating your question. “What’s the plan? Where the hell we goin’ from here?” You’re recovering quickly from the run over here– it was taxing, but you’re as resilient as ever. “I ain’t gonna be too comfortable ‘til we put some distance between than hellhole.”

You pick at your teeth idly, messing with a broken one while you await an answer from the younger male.

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“TO be fair, I’d think most people would be winded after an escape like that...”

The question again. Eliander sighed, rubbing at his neck and cringing as he thought. What was the plan again? Oh yeah. “Well...” He got up again, digging around until he found what he was looking for; a backpack made of some pretty tough materials. He held that out to Joshua, smiling some. Inside was some beef jerky, crackers, water...and a bottle of whiskey. He thought ahead.

“Here. I’m going to grab one of the vehicles from the farm and we’re going to drive back to base. Unless...there was somewhere else you wanted to go?”

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Enjoyed some deeply philosophical conversation with Willie at the sanctuary 🤓

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gethscmane:

When Joshua kept walking, Eliander followed. He was also very happy to put more distance between them, and the quicker they got to their destination, the better. “Maybe…maybe four or five miles. S’ nothin’,” He replied rather casually, waving a hand dismissively.

“Uh…..w-well, honestly? If they’re still in Deadlock, they said….said I was crazy for this. And yeah, I have been at the 66. Still our hangout. Ha, not like I have anywhere else to go, sir.”

“Then they are a bunch of fools.” You hiss quietly as you re-button your jacket to keep warm again. “I will make sure they regret such a mistake.”  Takes only about an hour of nonstop walking to get all the way there. You’re craving a break by now, but there’ll be plenty of time for that later, once you leave this awful place to rot in your wake. 

Stopping to catch your breath, you deposit yourself on a small bale of hay to rest for a small while. “Not as young as I used ta’ be, I reckon…” You mumble hoarsely, clearing your throat as you watch him gather up the gear. “What’s the plan?”

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“That’s just the way it goes, I guess....” He shrugged, not really minding. He was used to kind of being the punching bag, anyway. Afterall, all he ever did was what he was told, anyway. What did he matter? His boss shouldn’t have to do any work for him.

When they arrived, Eliander got down on his knees, catching his breath. This was alright. His boss was free and they were away from prison! That was a major success, right? The comment on youth made him snicker, shaking his head.

“I’d say you’re doing pretty great considering what we just did....”

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gethscmane:

Eliander hadn’t ever really broken anyone out of prison, and had never been to prison himself, but this was one of those special circumstances that suddenly meant getting good at something or dying in the process. Somehow, by the grace of some deity, they made it out alright and stood there panting for breath, Eli’s mind racing and only snapping out of his million thoughts when he was directly addressed.

When the boss spoke, you listened and you answered quick. That’s just how it was.

“H-hmnh…? E…Eliander, sir. Eliander Torres….” He gasped out, running his fingers through his short dark hair. “We’re….we’re just heading north. Got some stuff stashed in a barn…” He offered a tired smile, rubbing now at his shoulder. “Don’t think I could ever forget about the guy what saved my sorry skin.”

You pant, vapory plumes of breath escaping you as you nod and pat his shoulder with some semblance of gratitude. The sirens are still audible, however, and you’re keen on putting some distance between yourself and that hellhole. “How far is it?” You rasp, trudging through grass as fast as your body will allow you– prison has sapped you of some of your initial strength, but you won’t let yourself be dragged back into the lion’s den. 

“Who else is helping– why are you the only one that showed up?”

You can’t wait to get out of this terrible uniform. 

Brushing your hair out of your face, you grunt with the effort of putting more and more distance behind you. “Where have you been hangin’ at– there’s no way anyone’s still at the 66….”

[gethscmane]

When Joshua kept walking, Eliander followed. He was also very happy to put more distance between them, and the quicker they got to their destination, the better. “Maybe...maybe four or five miles. S’ nothin’,” He replied rather casually, waving a hand dismissively.

“Uh.....w-well, honestly? If they’re still in Deadlock, they said....said I was crazy for this. And yeah, I have been at the 66. Still our hangout. Ha, not like I have anywhere else to go, sir.”

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 @gethscmane

It took twenty long, hard, years before contact was established with the last bits of your gang and a couple other allies. The escape was relatively quick despite taking a good forty-five minutes– probably due to all that time you’ve spent isolated in a terrible cell. 

Once you and your companion reach a safe distance from the prison, the two of you take a small breather. 

“And– and here I thought e-everyone forgot about lil’ ol’ me.” You wheeze, voice terribly hoarse from disuse as you look over to the younger male. “What’s yer’ name, brother? You might have just done me the biggest favor in  my entire life–” You pull your uniforms jacket open a little to get some cool night air where it really matters, since you’re burning up and sweating like a pig. “– where do we go from here–?”

[gethscmane]

Eliander hadn’t ever really broken anyone out of prison, and had never been to prison himself, but this was one of those special circumstances that suddenly meant getting good at something or dying in the process. Somehow, by the grace of some deity, they made it out alright and stood there panting for breath, Eli’s mind racing and only snapping out of his million thoughts when he was directly addressed.

When the boss spoke, you listened and you answered quick. That’s just how it was.

“H-hmnh...? E...Eliander, sir. Eliander Torres....” He gasped out, running his fingers through his short dark hair. “We’re....we’re just heading north. Got some stuff stashed in a barn...” He offered a tired smile, rubbing now at his shoulder. “Don’t think I could ever forget about the guy what saved my sorry skin.”