Theme had been well on her way by the time Jones remembered to look for her. Rox happened to be more successful in tracking her down to the hospital's stairs but was not faster than the wide pink Mercedes and its black Hummer Jeep companions. Theme swaps places with the pink car's driver swiftly, and sped off. She had to drive with one hand as well, wondering half time time how Jenny managed to do it on a motorcycle, the other half of the time was spent in a tearful frustration, cursing at herself. The only reason she was given a second chance was because she was indeed useful. She couldn't have possibly taken things all that literally, could she? Dawn was beginning to break into her new horizon as she rode the filling streets of Los Angeles. If she dropped a pin outside her window, she could hear it over the motor of her car. She pressed her break, feeling the wheels turning to a halt through closed, wet, eyes.
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Mystery / ThrillerPrison is capable of changing the unchangeable; from the innocent to the psychopaths. But sometimes the change has to be theatrical to be swallowed by those who don't affect it. As a classic aftermath of the riot, Jenny Cide, Rox, Scar, and Theme So...
