Jail Birds

[Darth Morrow]

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It had been hours, days, no, perhaps even years since the residents of this wonderful place made their home here, or rather were forcibly trapped. This wonderful place was known as Blackport Prison, a little known, poorly kept hell hole of a place meant for criminals most couldn't care about.

Falling bricks, loose tiles, rusted doors and moss and mold growing about, those who found themselves here were lucky to survive day to day and avoid illness let alone having to worry about being killed by another being.

It was around mid day, not that the inmates could tell, when another was being brought in. "So help me if you even put a scratch on that ship I'll have all your heads! Just watch me! You all won't last the nig-!" The aggravated screams being cut off by a rag in the mouth.

With others watching as she was dragged by by four rather strong looking men, hands bound behind her back, the struggling mess was shoved into a cell across from another. Slamming the door closed behind her and removing her bindings, the guards simply chuckled,. "Yeah, yeah we've heard it all before girly."

As they walked away the woman yelled rather vulgar words to follow them, then kicked the cell door as some rust fell the the mossy stone.

[member="Catya Delarn"]

 

[Lok Xiangu]

She had been caught...for the first time.

Great, just what I needed.

She thought in a sarcastic tone with defeat hinted to it. Being a vigilante was not like in the holomovies that people saw where some heroic figure, operating outside of the law, fights those under the banner of crime and injustice, and is accepted by the people. Everything about those were plain fiction, just like how vigilantes were a norm for society.

Of course, there was also bounty hunting but she wasn't that level of scum. Scum she was, but honorable and dedicated to pursuing actual men and women of crime not some nobody that assassinated or hunted those for credits.

A newcomer came to join the lovely ladies in this rotting hellhole. Something that Catya would do to others for atrocities. Send them off to spend their days in prison until death or the they fulfilled the time they served.

She was getting a taste of that medicine...and it was depressing.

[member="Maven Pyre"]

 

[Darth Morrow]

Kicking the side of the cell once more she sat against the wall, aggressive pouting would be the best description.

"Damned freaks." Looking over Maven would make eye contact Catya in the cell across from her. "Hey there, how about you and I try to make a break for it? I'm sure you don't wanna be here either. No?"

[member="Catya Delarn"]