Honey badger muscle in a cowboy hat
Mel follows Remy's lead, fishing blindly in the minibar, his hand emerging with a bottle of cheap whisky. He struggles with the screw cap in his claws for a moment before sticking the end of the bottle into his mouth and twisting, releasing the harsh brown liquid within. His gaze follows from Izzy to Remy and back as they converse, an annoyed look on his face. "I didn't bust outta the slam to get poked by some stuffed up toy bear" he growls, swatting Izzy's hand away. "And I got no clue what either of you's sayin', 'cept for the lunch part. I'm all for that. Hey PP, what are you doin' back here? ain't you drivin'?"
Honey badger muscle in a cowboy hat
Mel sits patiently in his cell, fur a wiry, unwashed black but for the cream stripe on his back. He taps his claws in a mindless rhythm on the stone bench as he once again regards his surroundings, occasionally lifting one clawed hand to absentmindedly scratch himself. The walls are concrete and razor wire, open to the sky, the door an iron gate secured with two locked bolts. Guards pass by from time to time. Some of them look in through the bars of the door, making sure he's still inside; most of them don't bother. Mel sits patiently in his cell, contemplating the outside. This isn't the first time he's been confined. It won't be the last. He runs through an escape route in his mind, using his thin mattress and the dead ficus in the corner. Hard to be stealthy like that, but it could work with a little luck. Mel sits patiently in his cell until he hears a car horn blare in that distinctive pattern. Short short short long. Short short short long. Hm. Must be Pineapple driving. He always did like Beethoven. Mel stands, stretches, and glances out the door at the guard casually walking toward away down the hall. He sticks a long claw through the door, easily unlatching the bolts (ah well, maybe I'll try that new route outta here next time), then pushes open the door to freedom, stopping only to grab a dusty straw cowboy hat that some careless employee left on a chair. Mel strolls confidently out of the complex and down the front steps. When he reaches the curb and sees the limo waiting he rolls his eyes. "Where the hell d'ya get this nonsense?" he demands, climbing into the passenger seat. Don't worry. I'm sure I'll find plenty of opportunities for the 'incompetent' part :) |