[center][hr][hr][color=purple][h1]Delores "Dee-Dee" DeMarco[/h1][/color]
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[color=purple][h3][i]“Don't think I won't cut you just because you're cute.”[/i][/h3][/color]
[b][i]– Dee-Dee; shortly after her arrest.[/i][/b][hr][hr][/center]

Whatever mess she had gotten into now it was too late to do anything about it, at least it probably couldn't be any worse than being incarcerated. All she remembered from the crash was 'go north'. She had to assume that it was in her best interest to follow the mysterious J's instructions. When she awoke from the crash she realized that her head was spinning. blood had apparently dried over her left eye making it difficult to open. Her entire body ached. Not surprising considering all that happened. She had expected not to wake up at all. 

She assessed the situation as others seemed to have left their pods. Hers hadn't opened like the others and they probably assumed she was dead, lucky then she had nothing worth stealing on her. The glass had been cracked open, likely where she hit her head, so at the very least she wouldn't suffocate in her cell. No one else seemed to be around so she tried pushing the door open. It barely budged, as if the locking mechanism was jammed. As she pushed a sharp pain surged through her leg. She looked down to see a shard of the pod's glass in her leg. [color=purple]"Puta..."[/color] She muttered under her breath in case anyone was listening. It didn't look like it had gone that deep and if it had severed an artery she would be dead already so she rolled up the front of her shirt and put it in her mouth. With both hands she pulled hard and out it came followed by a muffle grunt. The shard was just about perfect for a shank so she tore her sleeve and wrapped it around what would be the handle of the blade. Next she tore the midriff off her shirt into two strips, wrapping one around the shard wound and the other around her head, as it hadn't fully closed yet. 

Now time to get out of here, she thought. She tried pushing the door again, no luck. An idea hit her so she took the rest of her shirt and wrapped it around her hand. It would be loud but it was better than being stuck and hoping someone came by. She took a second to collect herself and slammed her wrapped fist into the broken hole in the glass. The crack got bigger. Another hit, bigger crack. One last hit and the small hole shattered open just enough for her to get her arm through and reach the manual release. The door swung open with a bang as the pressurized valves exploded outward almost catching her arm. The last thing she needed was another wound. 

Finally she was free, more or less, and headed down the corridor. She had stowed away on enough ships like this one to know her way around so she knew where the exits would be. The weirdest thing was the air, it smelled... different. She couldn't quite place it but it was definitely alien to her. She finally reached the main hatch to find that most, if not all, of the other prisoners were there talking. She was greeted by one of the smaller teens giving her a look like she had just crawled out of a crashed spaceship... oh right. Still, she didn't appreciate his look and as weak as she was now she wasn't sure she could defend herself if she had to. Best to look strong in case anyone gets any ideas, she thought. [color=purple]"The fuck you lookin' at pendejo?"[/color] She sat down and leaned against a nearby tree. Trees... there were trees everywhere. Maybe they landed in a nature park in the middle of an inquisitor free city where free food was given to everyone? Probably not. The whole place looked wild, like no one had touched it in years.