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stark_international2017-01-12 09:12 pm
frostyfelon) wrote in stark_international2017-01-12 09:12 pm
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[Snart & Murdock] I'm taking back the crown
"Welcome to the end of eras,
Ice has melted back to life,
Done my time and served my sentence,
Dress me up and watch me die,
If it feels good, tastes good,
It must be mine"
Characters: Leonard Snart & Matt Murdock
Continuation of: Minor Injuries
He should've expected to wake in a hospital bed, cuffed to the handrail. He was under supervision and he had a feeling, as soon as he was awake, they'd transfer him to the local prison. His information, his identity, his warrants, and criminal record were all erased, thanks to his deal with Barry, so nothing would trace back to him. The only thing they had on record was this current, failed job.
He carefully pulled the IV from the top of his hand with his teeth and gripped the needle in his fingers. He bent it at an angle with his teeth and turned his hand over to use the improvised tool to unlock the first cuff. The first one was the hardest, using the same hand that was cuffed to the bed, but with that hand finally free, he could easily unlock the other. He pulled the power on the heart monitor so it wouldn't wail when he removed the infrared finger monitor, then detached himself from the machine.
There were probably police posted in the hallway or right at his door to keep him from escaping, so he'd need to be very smooth. Unfortunately, by the time he reached the door, someone opened it. He stood in place, glaring daggers at the man who stepped through. Well, there went his escape plan A.
"I think you might have the wrong room." He drawled sarcastically. Whoever this guy was, he didn't look like a detective or a cop. Snart didn't recognise him, so he wasn't a visitor if he was even allowed visitors.
Ice has melted back to life,
Done my time and served my sentence,
Dress me up and watch me die,
If it feels good, tastes good,
It must be mine"
Characters: Leonard Snart & Matt Murdock
Continuation of: Minor Injuries
He should've expected to wake in a hospital bed, cuffed to the handrail. He was under supervision and he had a feeling, as soon as he was awake, they'd transfer him to the local prison. His information, his identity, his warrants, and criminal record were all erased, thanks to his deal with Barry, so nothing would trace back to him. The only thing they had on record was this current, failed job.
He carefully pulled the IV from the top of his hand with his teeth and gripped the needle in his fingers. He bent it at an angle with his teeth and turned his hand over to use the improvised tool to unlock the first cuff. The first one was the hardest, using the same hand that was cuffed to the bed, but with that hand finally free, he could easily unlock the other. He pulled the power on the heart monitor so it wouldn't wail when he removed the infrared finger monitor, then detached himself from the machine.
There were probably police posted in the hallway or right at his door to keep him from escaping, so he'd need to be very smooth. Unfortunately, by the time he reached the door, someone opened it. He stood in place, glaring daggers at the man who stepped through. Well, there went his escape plan A.
"I think you might have the wrong room." He drawled sarcastically. Whoever this guy was, he didn't look like a detective or a cop. Snart didn't recognise him, so he wasn't a visitor if he was even allowed visitors.