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Post by Karl the Unfettered on Sept 24, 2016 20:09:34 GMT -8
Ah, a jailbreak indeed. Two boys and a girl, waving guns around, spooking the guards and scattering weapons. One of them was his shotgun, he noted with a frown. The fellow in the lead, a masked man who seemed to have no voice, was pacing down the cells kicking bars and waking the inhabitants. At Winston's cell, he paused, seemed to stare up, then produced a broken old collar of some sort.
Winston recognized it instantly. A slave's collar. Was he a former slave, then? Did he assume that meant some kind of kinship between the two of them? He scoffed to himself at the idea, but he was bored and these people were interesting.
He decided to join them.
"You," he called, in a deep and mountainous voice. "Keys. Now." He was pointing one thick arm at a guard, and when no one seemed to be protesting he shrugged glumly and went to release the huge fellow. It was better than watching him break the bars down, anyway, and besides he was sober now and they couldn't really keep him all night regardless.
Once again a free man, Freedman limped out of the cell, looming over everyone else. "'m Winston," he grunted, glancing from person to person. "Winston Freedman." Slowly he leaned down, grimacing the whole way, and snagged his weapon from the floor where it lay in a tangle of other guns; quickly he checked it over, noticing it was unloaded. He growled again at that, and glared at the higher-ranking guard.
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