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squad_goalsIssui idly scuffs her foot on the wall of her little cement box. In hindsight? It might actually be kind of funny. She finally tears her way out of a supernatural pseudo-prison and immediately ends up... here. In actual prison. Is it actual prison? Getting dumped right into a heavy duty cell like this doesn't seem very legit, but it's more literally a prison than where she was before. So there's that.
The only thing currently breaking up the monotony of sitting in an overgrown coffin and feeling her hair grow is the daily visit from Warden Creepo with his slop delivery. Delightful. Good stuff, really. Mystery meat: not just for public schools anymore. She eats it anyway, mostly out of habit.
Yeah okay, the other thing that doesn't seem legit? That neck bomb they stuck her with. That's bullshit. Issui rubs at the injection site. It healed almost immediately, but she knows where the needle went in. That's not something you forget. And sure, it probably won't work right on her. But probably isn't good enough when you're gambling on whether your head's gonna explode. So here she stays, at least for now.
She makes them pay for bringing her in at least. She doesn't know for sure how many end up dead, but by the time they wrestle her still enough for the neck jab, they realize they have to cut her hair too. She leaves a trail of lopped off hair and guards struggling to breathe as they drag her to her shitty little cell. When they shove her in, she's got the world's worst pixie cut.
She doesn't know how long she's in there. Days? Weeks? It's hard to tell in the dark when you don't need to sleep much, but sleeping's the only thing to do. Her hair's getting long again, though. When they finally come haul her out into the shitty fluorescent light, they hack it all off again first thing. Rude. She ends up heavily cuffed and shackled too, because Issui is just not a team player.
She notes that they don't threaten her with the bomb, though. Maybe they don't have the authority? That fits with Creepo's yappy dog syndrome. He's a little fish. What's his name again? Greg? Fucking Greg and his two hundred teeth.
Greg and his inane clown posse drag her through a maze of hallways and shove her out into a shitty prison yard. What, is she supposed to stretch her legs? Do a little jogging in her heavy shackles? Yeah sure. Issui shuffle-staggers over to the far wall and leans against it a little awkwardly. There's even almost fresh air out here, how novel. She spots a couple of guys milling around across the yard from her. Issui angles her head so her hair will slide across her face and-- right. It's not long enough for that. Instead of peering out from behind a curtain of hair, she's got like... bangs. Shitty uneven bangs. Great. Thanks, Greg.
The only thing currently breaking up the monotony of sitting in an overgrown coffin and feeling her hair grow is the daily visit from Warden Creepo with his slop delivery. Delightful. Good stuff, really. Mystery meat: not just for public schools anymore. She eats it anyway, mostly out of habit.
Yeah okay, the other thing that doesn't seem legit? That neck bomb they stuck her with. That's bullshit. Issui rubs at the injection site. It healed almost immediately, but she knows where the needle went in. That's not something you forget. And sure, it probably won't work right on her. But probably isn't good enough when you're gambling on whether your head's gonna explode. So here she stays, at least for now.
She makes them pay for bringing her in at least. She doesn't know for sure how many end up dead, but by the time they wrestle her still enough for the neck jab, they realize they have to cut her hair too. She leaves a trail of lopped off hair and guards struggling to breathe as they drag her to her shitty little cell. When they shove her in, she's got the world's worst pixie cut.
She doesn't know how long she's in there. Days? Weeks? It's hard to tell in the dark when you don't need to sleep much, but sleeping's the only thing to do. Her hair's getting long again, though. When they finally come haul her out into the shitty fluorescent light, they hack it all off again first thing. Rude. She ends up heavily cuffed and shackled too, because Issui is just not a team player.
She notes that they don't threaten her with the bomb, though. Maybe they don't have the authority? That fits with Creepo's yappy dog syndrome. He's a little fish. What's his name again? Greg? Fucking Greg and his two hundred teeth.
Greg and his inane clown posse drag her through a maze of hallways and shove her out into a shitty prison yard. What, is she supposed to stretch her legs? Do a little jogging in her heavy shackles? Yeah sure. Issui shuffle-staggers over to the far wall and leans against it a little awkwardly. There's even almost fresh air out here, how novel. She spots a couple of guys milling around across the yard from her. Issui angles her head so her hair will slide across her face and-- right. It's not long enough for that. Instead of peering out from behind a curtain of hair, she's got like... bangs. Shitty uneven bangs. Great. Thanks, Greg.
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Date: 2017-02-25 06:02 am (UTC)...Anyway. Issui tunes back in midway into an awkward silence with their new friend. Who's a little shorter than her. That's entertaining. She leans forward slightly. Just enough to make it weird. "Oh, sorry," she says tonelessly. "I'm usually much more cheerful. I don't know what's gotten into me lately." She shrugs as much as the restraints allow. Which isn't much, but does make a nice rattling. "Maybe it's all the loaf."
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Date: 2017-02-25 06:55 am (UTC)Flag isn't much help, per Waller's orders. He can't confirm one way or another if either of these two are metahumans, predictably. Floyd assumes that's an affirmative. Once the two of them seem to be calmed down some, he makes his way over. Might as well make the introductions before the Voice of God shits all over everyone's day.
There's a tense moment where he's pretty sure shit's gonna go down - lady gets in Skullface's grill. He can feel Flag and his crew tense behind him. The moment passes with no problems, though, and he continues on over to be the welcome wagon.
And now.... this. Skullboy's staring up at him. Zombie lady's sassing him. "It'll do that to ya." He pulls a face up at her and nods. "That how you ended up with all this?" He waves a hand the mass of chains wrapped around her. "Got too cheerful with the guards?"
Floyd pauses a beat. He's getting hot, way too hot even for Louisiana. "Why does it feel like I'm in a dryer?" He blurts out.
"No idea," says Skullface mildly, steam still visibly rising from his orange jumpsuit. Floyd takes a careful step back lest Skullboy microwave him like a sad frozen burrito.
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Date: 2017-02-27 12:55 am (UTC)Her new skully friend here is a real treat. Issui angles her head so she can look down at him and the steam rising up off of him. "Do you ever get socks stuck to you afterwards?" She pauses to frown thoughtfully. "That must be very annoying," she adds somberly. Hmm. Could she leech some of that water off him without him noticing? Might be worth a try.