From behind iron bars, Salem laid on the top bunk of a jail cell, clumsily blowing on a harmonica that was allowed to him as a courtesy of both his career and connections with the MMI.
He didn't mind the orange, it was a color that reminded him of Goku, and every now and then he'd get down from his perch to do some reenactment of a scene from DBZ that he favored, whether dropping a Spirit Bomb or charging a Kamehameha. But at this moment, he was sawing on his harmonica, learning on the fly while trying to sing the Blues.
WAH-WAAAAH-WAWA
"Started beating up a cop,"
WAH-WAAAAH-WAWA
"Thought it's the thing to do,"
WAH-WAAAAH-WAWA
"But little did I know,"
WAH-WAAAAH-WAWA
"They weren't hired goons, now,"
"I'm stuck here in this jail cell,"
"I got the Jailhouse Blues!"
Salem began emphatically wailing into the harmonica, visibly amused with himself as he continued his jaunty tune, some people laughing from around the cell block as they tuned in.
Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2022 3:58 pm
Drako is shown visibly irritated in his own orange jumpsuit. Laying across what passes for a bed here, it's been a few days and though this isn't his first journey, he was normally out in twelve hours.
"I swear to God, I will shove that thing down your throat and hold your nose until you s**t it out if you don't stop that."
The Soaring Dragon swings his feet around to the ground and sits up to glare at Salem.
"We've been here two days. That is a solid 46 hours longer than I'm used to and you're playing the harmonica. How in the ******** did you even get that? Better yet, I don't want to know how you managed to smuggle that in here. It'll traumatize me. This is worse than watching you trip out on shrooms in the desert and that was weird. Any thoughts on getting us out of here since you're able to make up new songs and drive me batshit crazy?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2022 4:07 pm
Salem abruptly stops sawing poorly on his harmonica, peering over the edge of the bed down at Drako.
"Are you still upset I got top bunk? Because I won Rock-Paper-Scissors and that's sacred."
Hopping down from the bunk onto the floor, Salem started inspecting the bars holding them with interest, feeling them carefully with his fingers.
"I mean, if I can get a harmonica, I can probably figure SOMETHING out...but with Cart pressing charges, it's a whole thing now. I didn't mean for you to get wrapped up in this."
Taking a step back from the bars, Salem seemed to focus and calibrate his posture, as though readying himself for a burst of momentum.
"Y'know, our particles are so far apart, theoretically you could phase through something you touch if you do it in the right way. So..."
With that, Salem charged the bars, hoping to phase through them like an X-Man, but it wasn't his one-in-a-trillion opportunity, only shouldering into the iron and slouching on the floor. Salem held the harmonica up like a voice recorder, pretending to tape himself.
"Test #122, still no signs of particle phase-shift. Will continue more studies."
Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2022 4:12 pm
Drako scowls. "You only ever choose scissors, weirdo."
He watches and listens to Salem's response.
"Well Cartwright's a grade A douche canoe. And apparently, a little b***h that can't fight his own battles. And what are you..."
Drako just barely hears the explanation about particles and phasing through before Salem charges the bars. He pinches the bridge of his nose, the feeling of a migraine starting to take hold.
"It's been weeks since you did the shrooms. Did you smuggle those in too? You are not Kitty Pride from Xmen, you know?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2022 4:20 pm
Salem sighed and shrugged his shoulders, still slumped against the bottom of the bars.
"Yeah, I'm more of a Wolverine type...but until these claws start poppin', I'm getting antsy."
Reaching under his mattress, Salem pulled out a handful of snack cakes, tossing a few down to Drako while approaching the bars again, chucking a few more to guys in neighboring cells. Turning back to his little stash, Salem unwrapped a Nutty Buddy and started chewing on the chocolate peanut butter wafer, crouching next to Drako's bunk to look at him.
"Thanks, man." he said with peanut butter in his cheeks. "I know this sucks but we'll get ours, scales are gonna even, and if anyone knows about scales, it's Dragons and Snakes, right?" he added, offering a fist bump with the man who'd gotten arrested for helping him.
Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2022 4:47 pm
Drako rolls his eyes at the obvious pun. He only grudging returns the fist bump before going into one of the snacks.
"All of this, and I didn't even get to kick Cartwright in his smug p***k face. Maybe next time we take a few seconds to evaluate to avoid possibly attacking an actual cop? Or ten? I think it was ten."
The Soaring Dragon sighs.
"Never been here this long. Don't we normally get calls or visitors, and time to go out and exercise? Or is that a movie thing?"
