In the mouth of madness

Prompt/Question: "Make a list of the Muses' crimes."

Right, so let's have a brief overview of Jackal's crimes and sins. She has not been found guilty of any of these, neither has she ever been arrested, as no one knows where to even begin looking and some of these incidents are kept hush-hush. Note that I am not opposed to RPing jail scenarios with other muses in the future! Now, I'm going to keep these in simple terms and not technical at all. Who here has time for legal speak anyways! This will give you an idea of her track record.

- Arsonism.
- Murder.
- Bombing.
- Transportation of drug.
- Possession of drugs (she does not consume exactly).
- Kidnapping (don't be alarmed, it was not without its reason).
- Bank robbery.
- Breaking and Entering (... D'uh?).
- Burglary.
- Stealing, evidently.
- Illegal gambling.
- Destruction of government/public property.
- Racketeering (Still up for debate).
- Obstruction of justice.
- Underground fighting (Oh, i'll write about this don't worry).
- Contract Killing (Worked as a hitman once or twice, connected to murder and arson, too).
- Bribery.


This is definitely up to par with her life and career. She's had brush ins with motorcycle gangs, organized crime, petty gangster from the street, the more well known gangs, shady rings from corporations, the undergrounds life of big cities she visits.


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Prompt/Question: "Write something with the theme of Jail/Prison."

Place: Imprisoned.
Time: During Jackal's time in the YELLOW JACKS. Unspecified mission.
Content warnings: Implied torture.


The pain and soreness existed in Jackal's body and any normal human would be debilitated thinking about it, but she choose to ignore it like she was trained to do. Her eyes fixated beyond the bars of the cell, staring at the dirty wall right outside; her ears tuning into the lazy footstep of the guard that meandered to and fro without purpose. But beyond that, she was looking for something. Going beyond the walls, she could very faintly hear the vibrations of the outside world, the feet stomping, the ghostly essence of chatter, the plans to keep a high alert on the premises as two more suspicious subjects and a traitor ran among them.

Jackal knew it then, her friends -- er, teammates -- had been seen, yet not caught. It took her sacrifice for them to run unscathed and it would only take a few more minutes (precious, precious minute that Jackal counted in silence) before they realized that they were scattering to search for an intruder while their precious vault laid defiled and open, three important classified documents missing entirely. When they were so busy throwing water buckets to Jackal, electrifying her in hopes of getting information out of her without killing her, Panther and Lion were doing exactly what Jackal had planned for them to do.

If she was not mistaken, her boys would be far from the premises; the search attempts from the folks out there would be futile. Now, it was up to her to time her escape all on her own. The guard hadn't realized his mistake, rhythmically following his routine with only half of his mind focused on his patrol, his watch dictating the next course of action like clockwork -- opening the opportunity for Jackal to break this rhythm. A rhythm so fatally mundane.

It wouldn't take long for Jackal to raise, still feeling her skin burnt, ignoring the drying blood and the fact that her weapons had been confiscated. Armed with nothing but sore knuckles, her wit and a fiery determination, Jackal waited for that fatal moment the guard's rhythm would waltz him right into her claws...

His fatal rhythm, the mistake of turning his back to the prisoner he did not even notice was standing ominously by the cell's bars. All it took for Jackal was to stick her arms out. A hand on his chin, another one on the back of his head. Enough to surprise him, enough to get him to fumble.

The silence of the prison was only interrupted by the muffled sound of a neck breaking and the subsequent thud of a heavy soldier hitting the floor.

Click, clack.

The cell door slid open and the captured Jackal ran for her freedom.


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