1 | Dungeon [open to visitors and other prisoners]
[ The last thing Julie remembered before waking up in the abyss was a mad dash through the hotel, ending in blackness as lightning struck her. So she was, understandably, more disoriented than most people might be. She is also naturally much more obstinate and bratty than most people, and all of this is only to say that she was very forcibly dragged into the dungeons and thrown into a cell.
Shockingly, this is not something that she's cool with. She flings herself at the door as soon as it closes, arms stretched through the bars as if to grab at the departing guards, her voice screeching across the dungeons. ]
You chickenshit motherfuckers, come back here and let me out! I didn't do nothin'! You can't do this, what about the Constitution?!
[ Julie does not know much about the Constitution, but she does know that she gets a trial, right? Like, a speedy one!
When the guards don't heed her impotent screaming, she just sinks to the floor with a groan and buries her face in her hands. She's a long way from New Vegas now. ]
2 | Rec Yard
[ Isn't this what solitary is? 23 hours in a cell and one in the yard? Of course, Julie has cellmates, but she figures that's almost worse than being in solitary confinement, because she is now in a permanent bad mood. Going from being local royalty to being a prisoner isn't great for one's outlook on life.
She doesn't even want to be in the yard, really, but she supposes it's better than continuing to sit in the dank dark dungeon. She claims one of the weight benches and then does nothing more than sit on it, back against the fence as she slumps sullenly, looking around the yard. She'll talk if people want to, though -- in fact, she'll start the conversation.
Julie has spent enough of her life with no one at all to talk to. She doesn't intend to go through that again. ]
Julie Lawry | The Stand | The Wheel of Fortune
[ The last thing Julie remembered before waking up in the abyss was a mad dash through the hotel, ending in blackness as lightning struck her. So she was, understandably, more disoriented than most people might be. She is also naturally much more obstinate and bratty than most people, and all of this is only to say that she was very forcibly dragged into the dungeons and thrown into a cell.
Shockingly, this is not something that she's cool with. She flings herself at the door as soon as it closes, arms stretched through the bars as if to grab at the departing guards, her voice screeching across the dungeons. ]
You chickenshit motherfuckers, come back here and let me out! I didn't do nothin'! You can't do this, what about the Constitution?!
[ Julie does not know much about the Constitution, but she does know that she gets a trial, right? Like, a speedy one!
When the guards don't heed her impotent screaming, she just sinks to the floor with a groan and buries her face in her hands. She's a long way from New Vegas now. ]
2 | Rec Yard
[ Isn't this what solitary is? 23 hours in a cell and one in the yard? Of course, Julie has cellmates, but she figures that's almost worse than being in solitary confinement, because she is now in a permanent bad mood. Going from being local royalty to being a prisoner isn't great for one's outlook on life.
She doesn't even want to be in the yard, really, but she supposes it's better than continuing to sit in the dank dark dungeon. She claims one of the weight benches and then does nothing more than sit on it, back against the fence as she slumps sullenly, looking around the yard. She'll talk if people want to, though -- in fact, she'll start the conversation.
Julie has spent enough of her life with no one at all to talk to. She doesn't intend to go through that again. ]
I need a freakin' drink.
3 | wildcard
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