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Apr 24, 2017 08:02PM

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Daku followed behind, unsure about the consequence for this, but not caring all too much in that instant. Camera views everywhere? Opportunity of a lifetime!

"My thoughts? The cameras swivel. There are no blind spots. You want in that room? You enter it, then alter the video footage on the inside, so there is technically no proof that you ever entered. I am sure that a guard is monitoring... but I doubt that he is attentive, if awake. It must be a dull job." Even if he was, they would still be caught and reprimanded for this excursion. It simply depended on how long they could last.

"You want to jam the camera facing one way, don't you?" she smirked, withdrawing a hairpin. "This work?"

"You're a good throw," she admired. That toss was beyond human capabilities. There must be more to this girl than met the eye... besides the obvious. "After you," she smirked.

"Think you can really squeeze under there? It's a centimeter, at most," she pointed out. The bones would need to go liquid!


"Well," she really had to admit it... "I wasn't expecting anything quite as impressive as this," she chuckled. "Don't wake the guard," she smirked, thinking that this woman was most definitely an asset to attain.

"Your brain has to be scrambled after that," she teased, waiting expectantly. She smirked at the woman, rolling her shoulders. They'd soon have a little fun.

"Aw, how sweet?" she smirked, opening the door and sliding in. "I'm going to get at that guard and make sure he doesn't interrupt our fun-times," she sauntered, binding the unconscious guard almost tenderly to the chair.

"We can," she smiled. The guard dozed sleepily in his bonds and his gag. He was a rather pretty face, probably a new guard. Poor, poor person. He would get a berating. She slid her eyes over the screens. "What do you want to do first?"

"We can set off a couple of non-lethal traps, just to annoy some guards?" she smirked. "Hole up here?"

Several traps got set up then. And she smiled, waiting. "I wonder when guards or prisoners will come traipsing into our claws," she mused. This would get them in much trouble... but only if they were caught.

"Meh, maybe just put on mucking out the toilets for a year or three," she smiled, patting the guy's hair lightly, right before punching the alarm. Sprinklers went off everywhere. Guards and prisoners alike started panicking to stay dry. People were ducking under tables and chairs. Someone was raving. Dakutest laughed, dry in the computer room. "Let's get out of here without the camera seeing," she advised, before someone shows up."
Hijikata was definitely going to show up.
Hijikata was definitely going to show up.

Screaming loudly but not too loud... It did wake up the guard, but Dakutest upended the garbage can over the guard's head before he could see either of them. She ran after, keeping in the blind spot, trying to stifle the laughter bubbling in her lungs.

"We're definitely going to be caught," she pointed out, "There's loads of cameras and they'll probably trace us back when they look at the computers." Still, this had been fun!

She nodded in agreement. She could always hope, anyway, that nothing bad would happen. It probably would, but it would be funny.

She shrugged. "Let's head to the cafeteria. It is probably the place most guards and people are. We can blend in."

((That topic is busy, so we can stay here for now.))
She lurched to the left. Dakutest had the best memory, didn't she? She led them in a beeline for the cafeteria.
She lurched to the left. Dakutest had the best memory, didn't she? She led them in a beeline for the cafeteria.

Cyan followed behind Dakutest, she would occationally pull her compainion into a outcove when the sound of rushing guards sprinted towards them, it was easier this way from not getting caught till they got closer to their end goal.
Cyan was good at anticipating coming attacks. Dakutest was really quite astounded. She was great at this subterfuge bit.

She quickly slid to a stop right at the end of the line, calming her breath. She quickly assumed a nonchalant expression, blinking as the fire-sprinklers poured down from above.

The "captain" ignored her, moving down the lines, scanning their tattoos into the system. "He looked very soggy, and very grumpy.
He gave her a sharp glare, like he really wanted to drag her to solitary. "Shut up," he growled.

He growled and turned aside, marking both of them as present in the cafeteria. He was too doused and miserable to notice his error.