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"Let me out!!" Jane shrieked frantically as she pulled and pushed at the jail bars. Her Frenchie accent clearly giving her foreign origins away. "Can't you see this is no place for me? I'm like a rose that the finest choose! And my rhymes are better than yours!!" Her ability to entertain was quite glitchy by this point. She had been at this for a few hours by now. The cuffs around her wrists, ankles and neck were enchanted to keep her from transforming to her more, seductive form. It kept her from gaining sympathy. 

"Whatever happened to Yz? She shoulda rescued me by now, I.. I thought I was special to her!" Then another pained shriek before collapsing on the muddy ground. "You may have captured this beautiful bird but I shall STILL SING! Thou shalt not e prison my soul!" 

It was then that an annoyed Izzy would request her to sing a song. "Happy songs? Here?! Will all due respect cap'n but this isn't exactly a happy place? Hey uhm.." getting close, on her knees. "You wouldn't happen to have anymore of that liquor would you? That would make me happy." She then began to sob and cry as her hands came over her eyes. "I can't believe you get to see my without my makeup! It's an absolute insult, I.. I should have my makeup on its.. it's.. heresy ! I'm an imposter! A nobody, without my image I am NOTHING!" 

Suddenly she'd get up and go back to gripping the jail bars, shrieking at the top of her lungs. "LET ME OUT!! LET ME OUT!!" The high pitched timbre of her voice blasting in waves through the dungeon walls. "Why that stupid countess, how did she even know I wasn't Helen? It was her blasted marshall. That BITCH! Im going to kill her!" 

It was then that she would hear the echoes of a pair of voices, she'd suddenly run to the edge of the cell, and listened. "Ooooooh.. yes.. yes.. my misery will end in the morning!" Jane would quickly return to Izzy, "This is to be our final night alive. Cap'n.." suddenly holding Izzy's face. "..I'm.. going to kiss you now. Close your eyes and at least our love will transcend this torment." She was just about to kiss the captain before suddenly letting her go. "No! I can't.. I can't.. it's not proper, my makeup is smeared and look at me." Raising her chains. "What can someone such as me offer to someone such as you." 

Jane would curl up in the mud and weep, begging whoever could hear to help her get out. "I was so.. prestigious.. everyone was in awe of me, it was.. so embarrassing when they dispelled my transformation and everyone laughed!" Turning back to Izzy, "They laughed!" Her face suddenly distorting back to one of crying. "Not because I was funny, but because I was pathetic!! Can you believe that?!" The clowns voice raising a few pitches, "They all called me a shrink, a crazy woman with screws loose! They called me a CLOWN! They actually called me that!" By now, Janes weeping was tearless, "I was so beautiful, and everyone treated me so wonderful just a few moments before that. Couldn't they just.. accept me? Those nobles. They're.. they're all rich and cozy meanwhile I'm actually TALENTED! And poor! Oh but I own the world with my art, I am a living piece of art, colorful and delicate. Like.. like.. a Picasso painting!" Then crawling up to Izzy, "Aren't I?" Her eyes wide and teary, and on the brink of losing her another piece of her soul.