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Boxed In (Arrival - Open)
Sep. 3rd, 2016 11:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
everybodylivesPrison you could escape from and she had. But no amount of tinkering in the panel she’d pried open with part of the bed frame she'd liberated had resulted in the doors opening, and nothing they’d left her would allow any other sort of escape.
“Years in the most secure prison in the universe, escaping on a regular basis and here I am, stymied by a quarantine chamber.” She would have kicked something except the slippers she’d been provided with wouldn’t protect her toes if she did. She hated being locked up.
She paced for a while, and tinkered again – this time managing to turn off the repeating message but not open the doors. Frustrated with herself she collapsed onto the mattress (the bed having been partially dismantled) and resigned herself to waiting.
She wasn't any better at waiting than she was at being locked in.
When the doors finally opened she was wearing, well – certainly not the scrubs that had been provided - shapeless and whatever they called that fabric there was no way she was wearing it. The plain underclothes were boring but at least decent quality, so when she exited the cell she was wearing nothing but a plain white bra and panty set, and carrying the tablet as she navigated her way to her new quarters.
“Years in the most secure prison in the universe, escaping on a regular basis and here I am, stymied by a quarantine chamber.” She would have kicked something except the slippers she’d been provided with wouldn’t protect her toes if she did. She hated being locked up.
She paced for a while, and tinkered again – this time managing to turn off the repeating message but not open the doors. Frustrated with herself she collapsed onto the mattress (the bed having been partially dismantled) and resigned herself to waiting.
She wasn't any better at waiting than she was at being locked in.
When the doors finally opened she was wearing, well – certainly not the scrubs that had been provided - shapeless and whatever they called that fabric there was no way she was wearing it. The plain underclothes were boring but at least decent quality, so when she exited the cell she was wearing nothing but a plain white bra and panty set, and carrying the tablet as she navigated her way to her new quarters.
