Into the Whirlpool (Ended/Perma Hiatus)

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The light illuminated her puffed-up cheeks and red eyes. She was visibly upset. The dark obscured the rest of her body, but didn't hide the sound of something being scraped against. "My arms hurt so much.... they're all gone..." Florence didn't even spare her claw-like nails, which were filed down to unfortunate nubs that only humans would be comfortable with. No amount of fruitless scratching was relieving her poor flesh where the scales were supposed to be growing. Marina felt miserable.




Zora kept hidden among the piles of hay, and slowly made her way to the back of the jail,  which had very little people guarding it compared to the rest of the perimeter. Given the bags of random refuse nearby, Zora could only guess the door led to the kitchen.

'So now I have to make my way in quietly. The kitchen won't have guards, but cooks...' Zora was forced to wait for someone to come out, as it seemed the door only opened from the inside.
 
John stared at Marina and frowned. He knew that sometimes even his boss can be too cruel. He scratched the back of his head and looked around to see if anyone was listening to him. He leaned in and whispered to Marina.

"Hey, I'll go look for some sort of wet rag." John said softly. "Hopefully it'll ease the pain you have. I just wish they treat you a little better, you did nothing wrong. Just hang in there for a bit Marina, I'll see what I can get you."

John left the cell post and decided to look for some sort of rag and something to help Marina.
 
Jericho used one of his spells to grant Marina a bit of pain relief, figuring it was the right thing to do. He also made an illusionary wet rag appear in the corner of Johns eye, just to mess with him.
 
(@ Grey feel free to have Bleck create a diversion that can distract the rest of the guards outside. Zora can make her way in quickly that way. Also sorry I was ded for months)

"Thank you both..." Marina sniffled and rubbed her eyes to get her tears to stop flowing. How was she going to get away? Very rarely did she even use her legs to walk on land, and how would it feel once she went back into the water? As far as she could see, her arms essentially had multiple open wounds, and she would be much more vulnerable to anything that happened to be in the ocean.

She looked over to Roger's cell and pondered, remembering that he was a pirate. Even though she detested the idea of being with humans any longer than she needed to, and being with a pirate wouldn't guarantee any safety to her, she would at least be safer on a boat than she would going back into the ocean. In this weakened state, she wouldn't be able to fight off anyone that tried to capture her again. Quickly, she perished such a crazy thought.

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"Let's hope Bleck can make this easier for me..." Zora muttered under her breath.
 
"Ah, here we go..." John tried to grab the illusion of a wet rag but continued to fail. "W-What? Are my eyes playing tricks on me..? I must be more tired than I thought..."

John rubbed his eyes and continued to walk off until he reached the bathroom. He splashed water on his face and sighed. Taking a nearby towel, he drenched it with water and placed it in a small bucket and added some water. He rubbed his eyes again and began to head back to the cell with the small bucket of water and towel. Once he returned, he slipped the bucket into Marina's cell and sighed. 

"I hope it helps with your pain and skin." John nodded and blushed slightly. "I feel so bad that you have to endure this, Marina."
 
Jericho used his magic to make illusionary clown makeup on John's face, mostly reds and yellows, but with some pink highlights around his eyes...
 Jericho then continued to giggle at his masterpiece.
 
Without looking up, Marina stuck both her arms into the bucket of water. "Why is it that you obey such a horrid human?..." Her voice was raspy and devoid of any discernible emotion. She laid her head on the edge of the bucket and closed her eyes to rest for a little bit.

"She ain't got much humanity left, from the looks of it. Not much has changed since the last I'd seen her. Only a fool would turn down a chance to make some extra cash even if ye' might never grow back them pretty scales again." Roger was awake again, making Marina scowl, disheartened. "...Got something on your face, mate?" He said to John.

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The guards followed the noise that was made, which gave Zora the chance to slip through into the kitchen. Apparently, the cooks had gone home for the night and left two large pots of stew to simmer on the gas stove. She guessed it was left over for any guards who were doing the night shifts more than the prisoners. 

"Captain's got to be here somewhere..." she muttered, keeping her foot steps quiet so as to not draw any attention to herself. Zora took one of the kitchen knives that had been left out to serve as a temporary weapon. 'Now to find a way to the cells...'
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"You heard that noise, didn't you?" The guards neared where Bleck had been. They seemed tired and just wanting to sleep more than anything else, not seeming to care if they saw anything or not.
 
Bleck moved away from the guards, contuining outside the perimeter.

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Blackford contuined watching over the prisoners, ready to quell any nightly disturbances.
 
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