Evangeline stared at the camera. What was going on?
"Anvo!" she called her main guard. "Get me the records for the occupant of cell YY2E!"
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Crystallia sat down back in the corner of her room. In a few hours she would go and look again.
Once the file was in her hands, Evangeline felt more relaxed. She opened it and looked at the contents.
(I dunno what to put. I'm guessing it has stuff like what she's there for and how long she's been there, etc;)
Artemis, curious as to what would happen, stood, pacing around before hitting the camera
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(Yeah like her name,Age, reason arrested.)
(Can you fill in that stuff?)
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First name: Crystallia
Last name: UNKNOWN
Age: 19
DOB: UNKNOWN
Gender: Female
Powers: UNKNOWN
Reason Arrested: Breaking and entering, Thievery, Attempted murder, Accomplice to magic
Note: All other info is unknown
(Thanks)
"Breaking and entering…" Evangeline murmured.
Artemis paced around, humming
Evangeline checked all the cameras again. She narrowed her eyes, noticing some usually still prisoners moving.
Shoot I missed a lot)
Jojen opens his lightning blue eyes and sits up in his cell, looking around. The light from his eyes shining across the bars and walls like headlights
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Crys felt the floors.
(Oh. Fyi. Jojen's power is teleportation)
((Artemis can sorta draw power from stars or the moon))
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(Crys is a shapeshifter)
((DUDE I KNOW HOW CRYS COULD ESCAPE))
((Wait never mind I forgot their powers were stunted oops))
(Oh. Fyi. Jojen's power is teleportation)
(It works a bit like Tracer's power from Overwatch of anyone gets the reference)
Artemis looked at her hands, pitch black with white, star like spots, now. Ever since she had gotten locked up. "Shame." She muttered. "I quite liked them the way they were when I could use them. Swirling with black and blue and purple and stars. God, it seemed like I had the whole damn universe in my hands." She said, sitting against the wall and leaning her head back and letting her long black hair flow down in waves behind her, smiling faintly.
Jojen stands up and paces to his cell door, leaning on the bars and staring down into the large ravine of cell blocks below him.
"What if we rewrite the stars?…Say you were made to be mine…Nothing could keep us apart…You'd be the one I was meant to find…It's up to you, and it's up to me… No one can say what we get to be…So why don't we rewrite the stars?…Maybe the world could be ours… Tonight." She sang, bored. She always liked that song.
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Crys looked up when she started hearing someone singing. She hadn't really heard anyone at all. But this seemed different.
Jojen tilts his head to the sound of "Rewrite the Stars" from The Greatest Showman.
He started to hum it himself
She kept singing, standing up for no reason other than to be dramatic, as you do in a magical powers repressing prison. Maybe to piss off the guards a bit. Who knows?
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Slowly crys went and sat next to her door, she slowly was opening up the door by taking apart the mechanisms of the door. Crys made it look unsuspicious then slowly stood up when she was done.
She stopped for a minute at the sound of a pissed of guard telling her to shut up before singing louder.
Jojen starts to sing the song louder as well, challenging the guard that had headed over to the other cell
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Crys grabbed the door and pushed it open quietly. She saw a guard in the hall and quickly hit him over the head and incapacitated him.
"That was over powering." Jojen snarled to the girl
