Post by Gwendolyn Fisk on Jan 17, 2016 19:03:19 GMT -6
Gwen’s thoughts were racing as she was lead to a stage. How could she get out of this? She’s been in cuffs before. In situations like this and other situations not so like this. She grinned at the thought of the last time she was in handcuffs. Speaking of the last time she was in handcuffs.
Gwen glanced over to the peacekeeper escorting her. Everyone was human, right? It was a good thing her hands were bound in front of her. It makes things a bit easier. She pretended to stumble into the peacekeeper and put her hands on his chest.
“Oops. Sorry. Weak ankles,” Gwen said, breathy and low. The peacekeeper grunted. “Thanks for catching me,” Gwen continued, sliding her hands down from the peacekeepers chest. “I guess not all peacekeepers are so bad,” her hands reached their destination. She pressed her body full against the peacekeeper to distract the fact she was trying to palm the keys to the handcuffs. Hopefully the peacekeeper would think something else. “Too bad I’m about to die. I would have liked to get to know you better,” she bit her lip and winked at the peacekeeper.
Pickpocket Peacekeeper with Spy +2:
|VwCmBea1d10+2
“S-stop!” the peacekeeper stuttered, a bit flustered. He shoved Gwen away, “What the hell, tribute? Get going. Don’t pull something like that again.”
Gwen noticed as he hesitated, as if he might have suspected what had happened, but hopefully the flustered part of his brain got the better of him.
Gwen grinned to herself as she kept her hands clenched in fists to hide the keys. It wasn’t unusual for prisoners to have their hands clenched. One would get nervous upon walking to their death. Not that she didn’t feel nervous about being executed, but there was a certain sense of comfort she gleaned from dying with the people she considered family. She glanced over at Holly standing next to her at this thought. The strength she exuded put her even further at ease. She had come to think of Holly as a protective big sister. She figured she had something up her sleeve.
She glanced around Thomas to see Val and Cal standing next to one another. She grinned to herself. How fitting that her two lovers should be near each other. She thought back to when Cal first confessed he loved her back at the hotel room. She wasn’t prepared for a sincere love. She was happy that he found someone to return his love, because his love is what prepared her for Val. Val crept up on her slowly. She smiled fondly at the feelings brought up when she thought of their first dance, the day at the watchtower after the disaster at the marketplace, and their reunion after being painfully apart for a day.
Getting back to the handcuffs, she thought to herself, can’t paint a fence while still wearing these.
Suddenly, there was a loud explosion as a shell from a hovercraft was shot into the crowd. The hovercraft dropped a few items in front of the stage before going back to engage with the peacekeepers.
Who the hell is that? Could that be… Millie?
Gwen glanced around and saw the others frantically getting out of their cuffs. She quickly set to work on hers. Once out of her own cuffs, she looked to the others to make sure no one else needed help. (If the whole handcuff thing worked for Gwen then she would try to help out anyone not getting out of their cuffs.)
1d10+2
Gwen glanced over to the peacekeeper escorting her. Everyone was human, right? It was a good thing her hands were bound in front of her. It makes things a bit easier. She pretended to stumble into the peacekeeper and put her hands on his chest.
“Oops. Sorry. Weak ankles,” Gwen said, breathy and low. The peacekeeper grunted. “Thanks for catching me,” Gwen continued, sliding her hands down from the peacekeepers chest. “I guess not all peacekeepers are so bad,” her hands reached their destination. She pressed her body full against the peacekeeper to distract the fact she was trying to palm the keys to the handcuffs. Hopefully the peacekeeper would think something else. “Too bad I’m about to die. I would have liked to get to know you better,” she bit her lip and winked at the peacekeeper.
Pickpocket Peacekeeper with Spy +2:
|VwCmBea1d10+2
“S-stop!” the peacekeeper stuttered, a bit flustered. He shoved Gwen away, “What the hell, tribute? Get going. Don’t pull something like that again.”
Gwen noticed as he hesitated, as if he might have suspected what had happened, but hopefully the flustered part of his brain got the better of him.
Gwen grinned to herself as she kept her hands clenched in fists to hide the keys. It wasn’t unusual for prisoners to have their hands clenched. One would get nervous upon walking to their death. Not that she didn’t feel nervous about being executed, but there was a certain sense of comfort she gleaned from dying with the people she considered family. She glanced over at Holly standing next to her at this thought. The strength she exuded put her even further at ease. She had come to think of Holly as a protective big sister. She figured she had something up her sleeve.
She glanced around Thomas to see Val and Cal standing next to one another. She grinned to herself. How fitting that her two lovers should be near each other. She thought back to when Cal first confessed he loved her back at the hotel room. She wasn’t prepared for a sincere love. She was happy that he found someone to return his love, because his love is what prepared her for Val. Val crept up on her slowly. She smiled fondly at the feelings brought up when she thought of their first dance, the day at the watchtower after the disaster at the marketplace, and their reunion after being painfully apart for a day.
Getting back to the handcuffs, she thought to herself, can’t paint a fence while still wearing these.
Suddenly, there was a loud explosion as a shell from a hovercraft was shot into the crowd. The hovercraft dropped a few items in front of the stage before going back to engage with the peacekeepers.
Who the hell is that? Could that be… Millie?
Gwen glanced around and saw the others frantically getting out of their cuffs. She quickly set to work on hers. Once out of her own cuffs, she looked to the others to make sure no one else needed help. (If the whole handcuff thing worked for Gwen then she would try to help out anyone not getting out of their cuffs.)
1d10+2