06-11-2014, 05:13 PM
She paced her cell and waited. While she was pacing she was searching for weak spots, anything that would help her get out.
Phaedra ignored the others. What they had to say didn’t concern her for once she was out she was gone. But then something happened that caught her attention. A woman escaped. Her eyes lit up and a thought came to her.
She could pick locks. Why hadn’t she thought of that before? The tall blonde placed it on everything that had happened. It was ok for her to be a little slow. But not anymore. Now she was in the game, completely focused.
Reaching up Phaedra pulled two bobby pins out of her hair and walked over to her lock. Reaching her arms through the bar she bent her wrists in very awkward positions and began working on picking the lock. As she worked her gaze fell upon Xavi. Her own eyes spoke of her inner feelings. They showed the darkness that was inside of her just waiting to be brought out.
There was nothing left for her, nothing left to be good for. She was broken and it was easier to give in to the darkness than it was to give in to the light.
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