[center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1131065754469539920/1131067751901974608/BlackBetty.gif[/img][/center] [color=gray][sup][b][color=8F2A2A]INTERACTIONS:[/color][/b] [@psych0pomp] [b][color=8F2A2A]MENTIONS:[/color][/b] Brick, Noah [b][color=8F2A2A]LOCATION:[/color][/b] Bus to Alcatraz[/sup][/color] [hr] [color=darkgray]Shit. Brooklyn was used to dealing with law enforcement. ACAB all the way baby. She stuck her middle finger to the pigs whenever she got a chance. Hell, her best enemy in the world was the chief of police in her little neck of the woods. Still, whenever she was picked up, she managed to get out. It paid to have allies, especially those who owed you favors for working on their rigs or for roughing up someone who was bothering them. Hard to catcall a girl with a broken jaw and ribs. So what the hell was she doing on a bus to Alcatraz? It was Eleanor Carmichael's fault. She was sure of that. The two tussled for a while, it was only a matter of time before she was caught. However, this wasn't a transit to some prison. This was different. This was for special cases like her. A normal prison wouldn't be able to hold her. Heck, if she wanted, she was sure this bus wouldn't hold her. But Brooklyn was curious. And curiosity won out over freedom. For now anyway. So Brooklyn got on the bus. Dressed in a polkadot top, leather jacket, black leggings and red heels, she scooted through the bus. It brought back memories of high school. She sneered at the thought. She saw an empty seat next to a red-headed girl who was fast asleep. [color=8F2A2A][I]"Stupid"[/i][/color], she thought to herself. A bus full of strangers and you fall asleep right next to them. Who's to say they were trustworthy? They were being brought to Alcatraz of all places. So Brooklyn sat herself right next to the girl, glaring at anyone who tried to make eye-contact less they think they can try something. She looked at a few of the others, but paid them little mind. She wasn't in it to make friends. She probably wasn't going to stick around. Soon as she could she would make her way back to New York, back to her shop, like nothing happened. Or hell, maybe she'd move the shop elsewhere. Along the route, they made a few stops here and there. Brooklyn kept an eye on them as they came in, sizing them up. Better to see who were threats. Not like many could threaten her if they tried. One stop surprised someone on board. She couldn't place the accent, but it piqued her curiosity. Brooklyn tried to see who was coming on, but didn't see anyone. That is until she looked down to see an otter moving on. An otter. Seriously? [color=8F2A2A]"Ok. What. The. Fuck?"[/color] she asked no one in particular. [color=8F2A2A]"No one is going to say anything? What, does the zoo let out its animals on field trips?"[/color] Brooklyn let her New York accent take hold. She looked around and no one seemed the least bit surprised. They might be superhuman, but even an actual animal was sure to get looks. Brooklyn threw her hands up in defeat. This bus was full of idiots. [hr] Eventually they reached their destination and they all filed out. Their items were inspected with some being taken. Made sense. She didn't have much on her. [color=8F2A2A]"Need to search me? Get out of line and I'll break your wrists."[/color] she said to the person searching her stuff. Once that was done she joined the others for the...I guess it was an orientation? She paid little mind to his speech. This place wouldn't last long. Who cared about its amenities? The warden was finished and one of the guys spoke up. [color=#76424e]“Fuck you very much, Mister Warden.”[/color] He paused. [color=#76424e]“Shit. I meant ‘thank you.’ Thank you very much, Mister Fuckden.”[/color] Brooklyn caught herself chuckling. Seems not all of the people here were dumb. [color=8F2A2A]"Fuckden. Nice touch. He'll probably cry himself to sleep at night with that insult."[/color] Brooklyn cracked her knuckles. She knew how this would go. Insult the warden, get beat up on by his staff. She figured she could take down 10 or so before breaking a sweat.[/color]