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"Sorry"
The words came from a pair of chapped lips, though the words had no genuine apology to them, rather, it was humor. Her name was of little use to anyone, so she rarely gave it out- mostly she was just given nicknames, usually ones that went along with her odd eccentricities and behaviors- but on paper, her name was simply "Cyanide Cinder." Obviously not the name she was born with but it was the name that was taken down every time she ended up in jail... or prison... or in a holding cell... or arrested at all....
The woman who had spoken sat in a small cell, shackled at the wrists with a pair of rigid handcuffs, though it didn't impede her from sliding a piece of gum into her mouth chewing on it. There was silence for a few moments before she pulled a face as if the taste had soured, then withdrew the chewed piece of candy and pressed it against the shackles, pressing it into the crevices of the retraining device before twisting and pulling at one bit, making it look a bit like a candle wick while looking though the bars, grinning up at a man.
"I'm fine, I just was hungry and you were busy doing your thing and I'm broke, I figured a little food couldn't get me into too much trouble- you don't have to be here." She added reaching into another pocket, the action seeming more normal than it should, for a person in this particular set of cuffs- taking out a box of matches, she stuck the match on the wall she rested on, then touched the new flame to the wick formed of what had appeared to be gum- it seemed to spark and combust on a small level, separating the cuffs into two pieces, still locked onto her wrists, but it didn't seem to bother her. She merely shook her hands, frowning at some scorched parts of her wrists and hands.
"Sorry, I didn't intend to get arrested yet- I wanted to wait until we were in this bumfuck town a bit longer. Seems I just can't… not get arrested." She offered another small smile.
"They have my bag of plushies in an evidence room probably… I COULD use your help getting those- PLUS they probably got the food I stole in there too." She murmured, scratching at her head sheepishly. "It was just a couple boxes of donuts, I don't understand why everyone's so mad- donuts are fucking easy to make, I mean, hell, remember, I made some like… a few months ago or something- remember… I think that's when you and I first were kinda getting to know each other? I mean, yes, I got the whole kitchen completely burned up, but they tasted good, you have to admit that. Right, friend?" She spoke with a small grin as she moved to her feet, taking out another piece of the gum, repeating the actions as she had done with the cuffs, pressing it into the keyhole and creating a wick before lighting it with a match.
The explosion proved to not be enough and she repeated steps yet again, and this time, she got out and smiled.
"Oh. They also have my other pieces of weaponized candy- I was only lucky enough to grab and hide my explosive gum in my panties- lucky they didn't try to do any real searches." She laughed before skipping ahead, her boots clicking on the floor as she looked back at the man. "Soooooo, how long did it take you to find out I got arrested again? Did you have to kill any of the cops?" She asked, leading the way to where her things were- Familiar with this place, or maybe a place like it. "They got my makeup, and my toys- you know, the ones I had to pay a lot for- like the super, super, SUPER bouncy balls? Or the small little ink pen with that store of accelerant in it that when you press that one button, it shoots out that pretty blue flame, and my do-it-yourself Tattoo Kit, and my favorite teddy bear with the switchblade sewn into it." She counted off the items on her fingers as they passed by the customs area- where a guard should have been and into the room where her things were. She plucked her backpack and purse from around the room, checking them before looking around. She pulled a face, looking back at the man.
"Where are the fucking donuts?! Did they eat them?.... Dammit, I'm still hungry… I only got to eat three of them before these fuckers caught me…" She muttered, sighing.