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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Unknown Geological Location/Demigod Holding Facility
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Two Guards, Dallas via call[@Plank Sinatra][hr][hr][/center]

It had been at least a couple of hours since that guard Anderson had left. Vivian didn’t know the exact time as there was no visible clock, but she had to assume that a while had gone by because she saw a few shift changes among the guards come and go. 

At first, it started with some new ones. They were those that treated her like a prisoner and didn’t even grant her any food or what the time of day was. After them came a few guards who were slightly nicer than those previous. They, at the very least, gave her some food to keep her alive. Still, they weren’t all that nice. They addressed her as either what her prison name was or “Daughter of Apollo.” If Vivian was going to be honest with herself, the latter name was what she hated being called by them.

And then came the third of the rotation.

The last of the three maximum shift changes, Vivian was always relieved. The two guards that came in this one, while still sticking to the recurring theme of being a jerk, were at least nice and civil with Vivian. She even knew them on a first name basis. One was Xander, a tough-sounding male, but had a sweet spot for blondes(or so Vi assumed by the lengthy glances he would give her). The second being Quinn, a female who seemed to be the nicest of the two. She allowed Vivian to know what she looked like. Even as dim of lighting as the room was, Vivian was able to see that Quinn was a pale woman with red hair. Vivian’s first thought was that she had to be some kind of Irish mix.

When it came to Xander and Quinn’s shift, Vivian’s eyes lit up with a sparkle. When the door slammed, they took their positions at the desk, placed Vivian’s platter of food on and proceeded to begin their shift just by being there, playing cards.

[color=goldenrod]“Boy, aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes.”[/color] Vivian said, trying to open up some kind of conversation between her and Alex and Quinn. [color=goldenrod]“You have no idea how boring it is with the other guards. “[/color]

Quinn, removing her hood. As she did, she was revealed to be a pale redhead with green eyes. She wiped the sweat away from her forehead. [color=orange]“Yeah, the ones before us are a bit uptight.”[/color]

[color=royalblue]“Quinn!”[/color] Xander snapped, looking directly at her, his voice sounding angry.

[color=orange]“Oh calm it down, Xander. It’s not like Anderson is here to berate us for simply taking off our hoods. He’s gone to Olympus Academy, remember?” [/color]Quinn told him, simply brushing off whatever anger he had at her.

[color=royalblue]“I know, but what if he decides to come back early?”[/color] Xander asked.

[color=orange]“Even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to make it back at least until midday tomorrow.” [/color]Quinn told him.

Sighing, Alex admitted that she was right.

[color=goldenrod]“I couldn’t help but overhear,”[/color] Vivian intruded. Xander and Quinn both looked at her curiously. [color=goldenrod]“He won’t be back here until midday tomorrow? Is that how far away Olympus Academy really is?”[/color] She inquired.

Quinn nodded, sighing at the hotness that the room had. [color=orange]“But Anderson is faster than most of us. It’s like a two-day journey from here to there, but it only takes him about seven hours, the fucking wanker.”[/color] Quinn said, [color=orange]“anyways, that’s enough of that, you need to eat, Vivian. I’m sure you’re starving and most of the dumbasses here don’t feed you regularly, I take it?”[/color]

Vivian nodded.

Quinn smiled. [color=orange]“Well, it’s good that we got you some food.”[/color] She said, walking over to Vivian’s cell and sliding it through the part of the door that was made for a platter of food.

On the plate, Vivian saw steak, potatoes, and corn with some gravy and butter. Even though the quality seemed to be less than what Vivian preferred, she started to eat it on her bed. Bite after bite, Vivian was soon done with it in a matter of minutes. 

As Viviian took her glance slightly over to Alex and Quinn, she saw that Quinn was on a phone and she seemed to be texting someone. And that’s when, right in that moment, Vivian made the plan to somehow, someway, she would get that phone. It would be her only chance to contact anyone, be it Delilah, Dallas. Pretty much anyone who would answer her call. 

The only problem was [I]how[/I] would she get her hands on it?

Not only was Vivian the daughter of the Son God, Apollo, but she was the younger sister of the sneaky, crafty, and above-all-else, mischievous planner, Dallas Relo. Surely she could devise some kind of in-the-moment plan to get a hold of that phone. Surely, somewhere in that brain of hers lays a sure-fire way to get that phone.

[color=goldenrod][I]There has to be.[/I][/color]

Vivian sat there thinking and thinking and thinking. And then it came. Not to her, but near her.

Vivian’s sense of hearing heard the door open. It was one of the many guards on staff. She couldn’t really make out any of the words, but it prompted both Alex and Quinn to drop whatever they were doing. Alex had been eating and he dropped his sandwich on the plate it was. Quinn, on the other hand, was in such a rush that her phone -- covered in a unbreakable case -- had somewhat rolled off the chair, and about a few feet away from said chair and within arm’s reach of Vivian. 

Realizing that this was her chance, Vivian got on her stomach and through the short gap between the bars, Vivian reached her tiny-ass arm through them. 

As she reached as far as she could, Vivian thought that she wouldn’t be able to get it. At one point, she thought she had it, but not enough of it. She could feel her arm starting to tighten up a bit, but just as it started to get to her breaking point, Vivian felt confident enough.

“Got it!” Vivian said excitingly, as she brought it carefully inside the cell and finally held it in both of her hands. Vivian didn’t waste time. She instantly brought up the dialing pad so she could dial a number. The first one that popped into her head was Dallas’ number.  As she had put it in, she pressed

[color=goldenrod]"Dallas?"[/color] Vivian said as quietly, yet clearly, as she possibly could.

[color=6ecff6]"You've reached Foghorn Leghorn's House of Cock, the world's most CARTOONISHLY fun adult retail store. How can, I said ah, how CAN I help ya today, ma'am?"[/color] the cheerful voice rang back. [color=6ecff6]"Funny story. You sound a lot like my sister, so if this is my sister and she's somehow crawled her way out of hell and back into 4G range, I want you to squeal in excitement once. That way I can know to stop pretending to sell you sex toys. Before this gets icky."[/color]

[color=goldenrod]"You fucking dumbass, this is Vivian!"[/color] Vivian, trying as much as she can not to yell extrememly loud. [color=goldenrod]"Now stop being a total goof and listen to me."[/color] Vivian ordered, [color=goldenrod]"I don't got much time. I need you to get one of your techy friends and trace this call ASAP!"[/color] Vivian said.

[color=6ecff6][i]Techy friends? Tracing cell phone calls? Motherfucking ASAP?[/i][/color]

Had he walked into Black Hawk Down? Or a spy movie? 

[color=6ecff6]"No, Miss Corette...I expect you to die."[/color] Dallas sighed, the sound warbled by poor cell reception into a rasp of static, and the sound of him pinching his nose in frustration was almost audible. [color=6ecff6]You're still really whiny. Guess that's as good as a squeal. Alright, alright, I'll get Zaheen. Hey, bright side, it was the headmistress that chloroformed you. So really, all those times I told you that this shitty school was going to be the death of us, maybe listening might have put Stella in that cage instead of you. And the world would be a better place for it."[/color]

[color=goldenrod]“The headmistress? Damn, so that’s what he meant by boss.”[/color] Vivian recalled what Anderson said.[color=goldenrod] “Can’t believe I got choked out by that old hag.” [/color]Vivian really couldn’t.

Another sigh.

[color=6ecff6]"Alright, I got Zaheen. He's doing...something with his laptop, the toaster, and a mini antenna. I'm not gonna question it. Have they hurt you?"[/color]

[color=goldenrod]"Just my pride — and your.. prada sunglasses."[/color] Even as she said that, Vivian could feel the incoming anger that Dallas would have at the news of his sunglasses.

[color=6ecff6]"You...are trying to manipulate me into ending human lives. I can hear it in your voice."[/color] Dallas took a deep breath. [color=6ecff6]"...God damn it, those shades were a gift. God damn it. I am not so easily manipulated into a...a...oh fuck it fine where are you I'm going to go and shatter some jaws."[/color]

[color=goldenrod]"I'm in some cell.I don't know the exact location, though. It's gotta ways away, though."[/color] She said, [color=goldenrod]" They got everyone else here too. I saw Hector when they were taking me to my cell."[/color] Vivian told him. [color=goldenrod]"Oh, one more thing."[/color] She paused, looking at the door to make sure that Quinn and Alexander weren't coming back. [color=goldenrod]"Some guy by the name of Anderson said he was going to see [i]The Boss[/i]. I don't know if that's the Headmistress, but tell everyone to keep an eye out."[/color] Vivian said

[color=6ecff6]"Yeah, okay, I'll do that. Listen, I want you to delete this call from the phone and slide it back wherever you found it. Push it far the fuck out of your reach so there are no questions. And then I want you to bide your time and don't be a [i]smartass[/i] until I come and storm Normandy. Understand me?"[/color]

[color=goldenrod]" I'm not an idiot.I know not to leave any traces of us talking"[/color] Vivian said, giving Dallas a confirmation that she understood what he said.

[color=6ecff6]"And stop cursing. Cause you're fucking dogshit at it and your voice still cracks."[/color] Dallas' voice softened slightly, and there was a third sigh across the line. [color=6ecff6]"Keep your chin up, kiddo. I'm not leaving you alone much longer."[/color]

Vivian smiled and made a sound that could've been described as a slight sniffle, probably something akin to crying. 

[color=goldenrod]"Just hurry."[/color] Vivian said, hanging up with Dallas.

As she started to hear the knob on the door turning. She quickly went to the recent call history and deleted her call to Dallas and threw the phone a yard or two away from her cell door, it sliding across the floor and landing near one of the legs of the chair closest to the door.