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sadisticlaughing:

ncturefindsaway:

Don’t hit your head on the way down. Or do. [She remarked just as Max was freed from his chains. Erica knew she was the most sane of the three, but Gaia, if Rhiannon and Max didn’t know how to break out of prisons. She decided that it was just easier to let Max’s laughter slide, no time to waste. Taking the gun from the holster of the guard she’d ensnared, she tossed it to Rhiannon.] Don’t get shot, Rhi. [Speaking of new clothes– Erica didn’t even bother waiting to pull the jumpsuit down and off, naked. But that was easily fixed. The cement cracked beneath her bare feet, vines curling upward and around her body, creating her signature outfit– sans her boots –the warm embrace of her own kind feeling like home. Stretching as she stepped further away from the prison outfit, Erica then rolled her shoulders, feeling… greener than ever. Okay, even she couldn’t say that out loud. Max would have another laughing fit and they’d get nowhere.] Mm. It’s been too long since they let me breathe. So much better. [At Rhiannon’s urging, she almost pulled a pout, eager to let her lovelies take back the earth that had been stolen from them– but she was right.] Let’s find a way out, then.

[As Maxim fell, he didn’t even mind the crack in his bones. It meant he was still alive and functioning. Arkham could never hold him, god knew this place wouldn’t even be similar. Though, it’d help if they knew where they were in the first place.] Kitten, gun. [There was a ‘please’, but only implied in tone. He commented, finally getting up out of the cage that he had been trapped in. As Erica shed her clothes, Maxim raised an eyebrow, trying to not comment on how ‘fucking bizarre’ she was, nor did he want to comment anyhow. It was just amusing no matter what.

Moving over to the dead cop, he moved to strip his clothes so he could get into the cop’s uniform. A little bit more form fitting than Maxim had wanted, due to the cop being a little bit shorter than him, but it worked. Slicking his hair back, he moved to put the hat on and moved to grab the baton still attached to the belt. He tossed it over to Rhiannon with a laugh.] Batter up~

Now, let’s get you two criminals out of here, shall we?

[ Rhiannon on the other hand couldn’t keep her eyes off Erica as her transformation happened, and the blonde couldn’t help but giddily clap her hands when it was done. ] Gorgeous, Red. Beautiful! [With the stick now in her hand, she felt more at peace since her normal pistols were no where to be found. Instead she was happy to have this just in case she needed to bash some brains it. But Rhiannon would leave the violence up to Max normally. ] On it, boss man.

[ Giving the already dead cop one good last bash to the head ( just to make sure he was really dead ) Rhiannon skipped towards the door where she would check both ways to make sure no one was coming. ] Coast is clear, fella and lady. Shall we?

#interaction: all #interaction: maxim #interaction: i whisper things the city sings them back to you.

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sadisticlaughing:

ncturefindsaway:

Oh, for the love of– [Erica bit her tongue as Rhiannon unlocked Maxim’s cell before placing it in her vine. Now wasn’t the time to be trading insults. She worked quickly, the full cuff they had placed on her hands jerking open and letting her fall to the ground as quietly as possible. Steadying herself, Erica gave each hand a little wiggle, making sure all her digits still had feeling in them. She took the key from the vine, giving it a small caress before she unlocked her own cage and slipping out.]

I’m assuming they bagged you coming in here, too? [She took stock of her surroundings. Large blank room, guarded at every entry point– and one of those guards was coming toward them. Her, specifically. A simple hand movement and he was tangled up in her vine, and she swaggered over to him as he struggled. Erica cupped his cheeks, giving him a serene smile.] Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you. But this might. [Leaning in, she gave him a kiss, spores flowing from her airway to his. It wasn’t long before the guard started to choke, writhing a little in her trap. No matter. A bed of beautiful mushrooms would grow from his corpse.]

[Turning back to Rhiannon and Maxim, she ran her finger below her bottom lip to clean off any stray lipstick, before throwing up her arms. She wanted Rhiannon out of here, and if that meant he had to come along too, Erica would deal with it.] Are we going to move or not?

[For the most part, Maxim had been getting extremely light headed. Not that he was all there anyhow. Too much laughing gas abuse had caused permanent damage as well. So dangling around in the air while still in the cage had been very disorienting, but not too much at damaging him. He watched with extremely giddy eyes as Erica hurt a guard with one of her plants (it was strange, though. who even fought like that?)]

That’d be all nice and fine, gals, but I’m sort of still trapped, here. [He moved one of his legs so the chain would rattle only slightly. The smile only grew as the man caught himself with a joke.] Or are we just planning on leaving me hanging?

[The sickening laugh that accompanied his joke from his mouth was his traditional marking.]

Red!! I love you. You are incredible. Oh shoot!! Sorry, Max. [Maxim’s laugh broke Rhiannon from her thoughts and she snatched the key one more time to climb on the bars enough to reach the cuff lock where his ankle was bound and she clicked it so he would fall to the ground.]

Let’s blow this popsicle stand. And maybe find our normal clothes because this prison outfit is just not cute. And we know his lil buddies are going to be here before you know it and as much as i think your plants could absolutely kill ‘em again, Red, I’d like to not test that theory out.

#interaction: all #interaction: erica #interaction: maxim

sadisticlaughing:

ncturefindsaway:

You want a play date with my lovelies, Joker? They need a good feeding. It’s either you or the guards.

Listen, Rhi, I think I can– unh– [A small vine cracks through the cement, curling upward and toward Rhiannon’s hand, Erica straining from the effort, out of breath. Hello, darling.] Give it to me, quickly! They’re going to notice.

These guards are half asleep, or.. at least are sleeping with very huge and heavy guns by their side.

Right, right, because she’s absolutely going to let me get out. Who are we kidding? Only one of them is going to be able to get out of here alive before they all notice. So sure, let plant girl get down, it wouldn’t be the first time she’s let you down, huh, Kitten?

They’ll notice no matter what.

I.. uh. Rats. This ain’t fair, guys. Gimme one sec.

[With the key removed from her mouth, Rhiannon quickly through the bars and unlocked her cage first. She quietly checked to make sure that she’d be able to open the door with no problem before slipping out.] I’m lettin’ you both out, and if you all start fightin’ I ain’t gonna be a happy girl.

[Unlocking the door to Maxim’s cage she gave him a little wink before slipping over to Erica’s placing the key so the vine could grab it from her hand.] You know you’re my one and only, Puddin’.

#interaction: all #interaction: maxim #interaction: i whisper things the city sings them back to you.

sadisticlaughing:

ncturefindsaway:

Oh, good, you’re here too. Wonder what they could possibly want from a topsy-turvy disturbed manic.

Rhi– what do you want for the key?

That you are, beautiful girl.

Oh because the girl who fucks plants is absolutely going to be more desirable than I. Maybe we’re all just going to die. Or they’re at least going to try to kill us.

Rhiannon, would you really give her the key over me? My beautiful girl.

Well I’m way too pretty to die. And ‘sides, the guards like me. We play together.

How about I give you the key to Red, and then we can let you out as well Puddin’? Is that okay? I think we can all bust outta here no problem.

#interaction: all #interaction: maxim #interaction: erica

sadisticlaughing:

I’d say look light, girls, but it seems that I’m the the one who’s looking light. Light headed. What sort of deranged assholes hang someone upside down for the laughs?