[ Three weeks into the little game their jailer has set for them to play and the prisoners of Neverland Correctional Facility are finally let out into the exercise yard as a reward for 'performing within expectations', whatever that means. Eglantine doesn't really care - it's been cooped up within those walls for so long that even the featureless wall enclosing the yard and quashing any hopes for escape isn't enough to ruin its mood. What's more, there's not just space to train but all sorts of unusual equipment that... seem to have something or other to do with fitness?
Well, whatever their purposes are, that's what she's here with Mo to figure out. Weirdly, nobody else felt especially moved by her invitation to the yard for a sparring match, should there be any equipment for it. ]
So, what do you suppose this is? Some sort of hammer?
rng put them in Fucking Jail
Well, whatever their purposes are, that's what she's here with Mo to figure out. Weirdly, nobody else felt especially moved by her invitation to the yard for a sparring match, should there be any equipment for it. ]
So, what do you suppose this is? Some sort of hammer?
[ Said while examining a set of dumbells... ]