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[ WOKE UP IN JAIL ]

Where are you? Why is your bed so hard? Why is someone peeing right by your head?
Oh right. Because you got pinched last night. Welcome to the slammer, baby.






• Post with your character name/fandom/options preferences.
• Use RNG to pick your possible scenario - or just go with what you'd like most.
• Reply to other people's tags. Use RNG or decide what your part in the whole kerfuffle is.
• Enjoy the confusion.


Reason(s) you're in jail:

1. Indecent Exposure
Nobody wanted to watch you strut around with everything hanging out, and someone called you on it. Hope they gave you a jumpsuit or you're going to be prison eye candy.

2. Drunk and disorderly conduct
"Wassat, occifer? No... I'm not dru-*hic* drunk. I'm unner the legal limit. Wooo!" No, no you're not. You're way over. Sleep it off, buddy.

3. Vandalism
Oh, you naughty thing. You got busted stealing that 'Chickens X-ing' sign. Or was it drawing boobs on the drive-thru clown? Either way, tsk tsk.

4. B&E
Apparently your friend didn't think you kicking in his window to sneak in and leave him a 'present' was as good of an idea as you thought it was. Well, no love for HIM. *hmph*

5. Grand Theft Auto
The car was BEGGING to go for a ride. It called to you with its sireny car-call. And you just had to answer. If it hadn't been for the damn spike belt...

6. Kidnapping
Trust me, there are better ways to get money to pay for your Bieber concert tickets.

7. Murder
Talk about being caught red handed. You got caught red armed. And faced. And front. You're messy.

8. Any/all of the above
Ooooh... You've been REALLY naughty, haven't you? Actually, you kind of scare me.

Relationship of the person tagging:

1. Cohort in Crime.

2. Person coming to bail you out. (or not)

3. Jailer/Warden.

Comments

it's fine

[oceans_blue]

"They'd better let us leave...I already feel like I'm getting stir crazy." Crystal grumbled, not sounding particularly convinced they would. Normally, she wouldn't object to being confined with a beautiful woman, but not like *this*.

Apprehensive, Crystal watched Ezera march up to the bars, her bare feet making light footprints on the dust bunny encrusted cell floor. When the guards didn't respond to her shouts and cries, Crystal huffed in disgust, completely unsurprised.

"Tch. Forget it, girlfriend. They've got us right where they want us." Crystal grumbled, leaning back in her cot. "The cops in this town are such assholes, y'know? We're lookin' at twenty years each when they through the book at us." A bit pessimistic, but Crystal couldn't help it.

[snakechahmah]

Ezera paced the width of the cell, craning her neck to try to see out of the cell. "Rats!" Ok, this was kinda odd. Right? What happened to due process? And then her stomach sank like lead to the bottom of her feet. Dirty cops? Again?

"It's ok." Ezera said turning her back to Crystal. "We'll be fine." Empty promises met to soothe even though she knew they did jack shit. "Yeah, trust me. I know more than most." She crossed her arms to her chest and sighed evenly, looking concerned as she looked through the bars. Ezera turned around and leaned her back into the bars as she looked at Crystal recline on the cot. Twenty? Her brow shot up. "I'll get us a good lawyer. No one's getting time for this. Community service, maybe, but c'mon, twenty's overkill. Unless..." Oh, shit, shit, shit. "You have any priors?" Because she did.

[oceans_blue]

Crystal didn't respond right away to all of Ezera's assurances. They really didn't do anything to soothe the sinking feeling she had in the pit of her stomach. Sure enough, the mention of 'priors' caught her immediate attention.

"Damn straight. Long as the length of my arm." Crystal revealed that with a bit of stubborn pride, pushing aside the fact that such a revelation wouldn't help in this situation. "And I'll go out on a limb an' say that its the same for you, huh?" She guessed. Growling, she let her head plunk back on her cot, ignoring the dull pain doing so caused.

"Damn it! We really screwed ourselves, getting tagged like this!" Crystal stated, hopelessly. "I want to spend my time feelin' the mud and grass under my feet, and dance the night away. Not havin' to plod around in this sticky, dirty cell!" Crystal looked at Ezera. "And I wanna keep kicking those bastard dirty cops in the ass, not get locked up by 'em in a tiny box for years on end!" Crystal bit her lip. "Girls like *us* aren't meant to be the cell squatting type, y'know?"

[snakechahmah]

"Oh, shiiiiiit." Ezera's head dropped back as she closed her eyes, lamenting to the sky. What were the chances? "A few." She mutters back. "I don't...um, I don't really have a good relationship with the police. At all. Not that I've done anything really bad," she adds quickly, "but, yeah. Shit."

Ezera laughs dryly under her breath. "We should have just gone dancing." The laugh is short-lived and the smile fades from her lips. "No. Crystal. Listen. They are screwing themselves by not giving us our one call, our due process, our get-me-a-fucking-attorney. Did they even read us our rights when we got arrested? Seriously, do you remember them reading us our rights?" Jezuz, she kinda hoped so, otherwise, this was looking a bit more grim with every second. "This had ACLU written all over it!" She intentionally yelled out over her shoulder and through the bars.

Ezera sat down next to Crystal. "Yep. We sure did. But we're getting out of here. I know it. So don't get rid of those dancing shoes yet. We're going to think of something."

[oceans_blue]

If the guards heard the threat about the ACLU, they made no outward acknowledgement of it. That was fine with Crystal, given that if the coppers appeared *now*, she'd probably start berating the hell out of them verbally and not stop, not until about a few more years were added to their sentence, at least.

"Ha! Even if those coppers didn't march us through that Miranda spiel, do you'd think anyone'd believe us over *them*?" Crystal huffed, with a fair bit of bitterness placed over the word 'them'. "That's the price we pay as freedom fighters, Ezera. We're the 'bad guys', and that's fine with me 'cept we're locked down in this shit-hole."

Crystal placed a tired hand to her head. "Shit. I never thought those guys in blue would ever catch up with us. This sucks, Ezera." She kept saying it, but it beared repeating. Crystal instinctively moved over and sat forward when Ezera sat next to her. Truth be told, the other woman's close presence was a bit of a comfort, and an incentive to try and pick her mood back up.

"Dancing shoes? Heh. Yeah, I'm sure as hell gonna need a dance session with you if we break from this joint. But I like seein' you barefoot myself." Of course, both women's feet were pretty dirty from the cell floor. And it was cold too. Crystal almost wished those coppers would bring in their prison uniforms already. Almost.

[snakechahmah]

"Yeah, some people might." She said while gingerly raking her hand through her hair and thinking of a few people that might notice that she's missing. Ezera winced at the word 'freedom fighter'. That wasn't what she had been doing, was it? The word seemed more appropriate to gun-totting civilian soldiers in foreign lands, like Kosovo.

"I thought for sure that they wouldn't have run after us after we jumped the wall into Central Park. Looks like they were fueled by doughnuts and coffee." Everything she thought of landed them right back into this mess. If she could only get to a phone. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have roped you into this. It was a dumb idea." Because it accomplished nothing.

Ezera smiled and looked down at her bare feet and wiggled her toes. If she had her legs, she was always free. Sounded lame, but if she could still move, things weren't too bad. "Welp." She began, looking at Crystal, "at least it was a really exciting Friday night." And then as an afterthought, she added, "wonder if we can figure out a way outta this cell long enough to find a phone."