Kept a secret [o]

[Flippy]

Flippy was finally tossed in jail. He was found hiding in a public bathroom stall, biting onto the tip of his knife after killing a couple making out under a tree. What? He got a little jealous. It was quick but people saw. One thing led to another and he was here now. In the stupid prison.
Flaky didn't even know yet. He's been in here for a day and a bit, and he didn't plan on telling her either. He wasnt sure what her reaction would be. They've already had an argument recently and he couldn't hurt their relationship anymore. This time he could really loose her.
So with secrets to hold and a Long time to pay in here, he spent his day staring at the grey wall, scared and sad.

[James White]

••Unbridled Intelligence••

••Captured Looks••

The prison was one of the few places he wanted to actually visit. He wanted to see those rotting people, maybe share a few words here and there. He had even went to the trouble of buying a police outfit from a costume store, how cheesy right? Well it fooled the guards.
"Are you sure they sent you here?" they had asked.
"Of course, I'm the sheriff's son, what could happen?" they knew he wasn't a cop, but if he mentioned the sheriff, they'd do his bidding.
He walked on past and into the concrete hallway, bars upon bars filed the room, each holding a crime committee. James, a blonde haired, blue eyes beach boy had sneaked his way in just to spy on the inmates.
James put his finger on the gates of each and let it run across as he walked on past, some shot him dirty looks, but one guy in particular looked a bit down.
The blonde get up stopped and looked in, glancing around for any witnesses before saying something, "You alright in there?" he asked pressing his face against the bars. "You look kinda down." he said sincerely. James was a good-guy, not a cold-hearted criminal.

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[Flippy]

Flippy's head shot up in the direction of the unknown voice. Thankfully it wasn't his girlfriend, but some stranger with blonde hair and a kind personality. That's all he knew. So far, anyway. "How can you be happy here?" he replied, somewhat sarcastically, but still serious. Flippy wondered why this guy even cared. Was he here to see someone else and stumbled across him, or does he just like talking to random inmates? He didn't know him, that's for sure. Flippy rested his head against the wall and blinked curiously. "Who are you, anyway?" he asked.

[James White]

James laughed lightly as if the answer was written across his forehead, "Well for one, your in there and I'm out here. Two, I just happen to look at it a different way than most." He said his hands wrapping around the bars. This guy sure was odd looking, with green hair and he was in jail, what were the odds?
"I'm James and from your record, your name is Axel. But I figure you go by something else." He said shaking a white folder holding his record. James smiled at him. Talking to the inmates was a good way to prepare, hear some good stories, watch a fight or two. Who knew? He might even help this guy get out, he seemed pretty troubled.

[Flippy]

Flippy lowered his brows and huffed. Sarcasm just came back and punched him in the face. Okay, so James decided to look through his records too. That's just lovely!
"Yeah, he's known as Flippy!" the inmate recalled, chuckling. "After what he's done it's a good nickname for him too."
Flippy had a little growl in his throat. One day and he seemed pretty famous already. "Yeah. Call me whatever you want." he told him. "Now are you going to look through my records again or are you going to ask what I did to end up in this hellhole?" he retorted, being unnaturally rude today. He wasn't like this but here you can't be nice to anyone or else you're most likely going to get a shiny black eye.

[James White]

James looked into the next cell where a burly tanned man sat, "Well I guess you don't mind me asking about that woman tattooed on your arm, since you seem so eager to give out information." He said back in an odd happy defensive manner. The man scowled at him, suddenly embarrassed. James cocked his head to porve his point.
He walked back to Flippy's cell as he tucked the folder into his grey jacket. "That depends on whether you wish to tell me. If you don't then I'll return the record and we can just chat mmhm?"

[Flippy]

"You'll probably find out whenever. Just put the record back and I guess you can give me someone to talk to." Flippy said, standing up from his extremely uncomfortable bed, slowly making his way to the metal bars, covered and rust and somehow having an odd wet feeling to it. That's why Dlippy always kept his hands off of it. It was rather discusting and he didn't know how it got like that. Janes didn't mind. Or did he even notice? Whatever. "How's you get in here anyway?" he asked. They don't let citizens in here unless you're bailing someone out. "

[James White]

James smirked, "Well, you could say I'm bailing someone out. But really, it only takes a few lies to turn an enemy into and ally. If you want, I can get you out, no strings attached." He didn't say that he wasn't human, a fellow freak or human would automatically trust him if he claimed he was one of them, he wanted to gain a friend regardless of species.
"So what do you say?" Judging by the stage of thinking Flippy was in a few moments ago, James could already guess the answer he would receive.

[Flippy]

Flippy looked shocked. "You want to bail me out?" he questioned. He was going to say yes, but than he thought about it do a while. They just met and he wants to bail him out. No strings attached either. What the hell? "You're not some assassin or secret agent person right?" he asked, sarcastic but suspicious at the same time. It was unlikely but it could happen. "Get me out of here." he said finally, seeming overly happy yet holding a serious expression. "But no one can know I was here, okay?"

[James White]

He put his hands on his hips, "No, Im your girlfriend undercover, of course I'll bust you out." James put his hand into his pokcet to retrieve an 'not stolen' key. He smirked mischeiviously and asked one last question, "Do you wanna do this the fun way or the legal way?" He asked, either one would ensure him freedom.
He reached into his other hand to retrieve a big wad of hundred bills. Having the ability to duplicate made his life way easier, he could copy credit cards, dollars, keys, even cars if he concentrated.
James glanced around to make sure the other inmates weren't listening.

[Flippy]

"hmm..." Flippy was actually putting thought into that Answer. If he broke out than they'd be chasing after him but if they just paid legally then there would be no trouble. But where's the fun in that? "Whatver's faster I guess." he finally answered, standing up strait. All he wanted was to get the hell out of here so he had to do whatever it took, right?
(completely braindead. My bad -___-")

[James White]

James nodded in understanding, legal it was. The other way might cause an uproar causing people to recognize him and possibly Flippy, not only would they have to evade the police, but find a place to just regroup themselves. It would just be full out tiring really, despite the fact it was a bit more amusing.
James left the building for a moment to see to the small room which held a desk and a burly man. "I'm here to bail Axel out." The man looked up immediately, his eyes wide. "You want to take him out of here? Are you insane?"
James looked at him stupidly and just laid a stack of hundreds on the counter. It was little over ten thousand.
"Your crazy you know that?"
"Well it's not like I have much to live for." He said holding back a rack of coughs. The police sighed taking away the bills and standing uo with a key withdrawn. James smirked as he followed him back to Flippy, the door opened with slight resistance and James only held a smile as if ti say, 'welcome back'.
"I got something for you next time your in trouble, I'll give it to you outside." He leaned over in a whisper.

[Flippy]

Flippy smiled a little when the door opened. The feeling of freedom was coming back to him as stepped out of the cell room. He put on a teasing glare at the guard dude with a sight smirk to blend with it and he stood beside James. The guard closed the cell door and locked it back up, giving the glare right back to Axel. "You have a nice day Axel." he scowled, shooing him off.
When James whispered in his ear he got a curious. "Okay." he replied simply, still smiling as he started to walk to the exit of the prison. He waved at some of the inmates staring at him, his way of saying 'seeya bitches. I'm free!'

[James White]

James laughed at his giddiness, the guard's stuffiness, the inmates scowls. He liked the prison, it was like a daycare for adults, you stay until you grow up or until someone comes to pick you up. He kept his hand in his pockets, already duplicating another round of bills. Once they had exited the building, he reached further into his pockets for a light silver key, no, a ring of keys. "In case you find yourself in jail again, I don't have to bail you out." He grinned at him. "Think of it as a gift. They are all the same key so you can hand e'm out if you want." He said calmly. With the power he held, he could do almost anything he wanted, steal, prank, entertain.