Thread: Processing/Deportation Area

Name Summer Pierce Nickname Attire Leopard print haulter top, black velvet vest, black slacks, platform shoes. Weapons None Location ProcessingDeportation Area Tagging Jax, NPCs, OPEN Summer Jackson had been working on breaking their family out of Rhode Island, from the word go. The two were old enough to live on their own, so they got a place together in Massachusetts so that they would be close to their target destination. They each worked full time, and when they weren't at work, they were plotting, scheming and planning their way right through the front gates with their middle fingers held high. They may have been young, and innocent once, but the new world order, if it could actually be called that, put a swift end to that. The two had taken up pick pocketing, hacking mainframes, studying blue prints, and making sure they had every base covered. Summer was just finishing up washing the dishes from breakfast when the door to their home was broken down, causing Summer to jump damn near out of her skin. Yeah, she was expecting them, it was all part of the plan, but that was the part of the plan they didn't have down, exactly how long it would take the crap ass government to figure out a couple of kids were screwing them in the butts with pitch forks and lit torches. When the door to the kitchen opened, Summer instantly put her hands into the air. She'd just freshly removed the gloves that she'd used to cover them as she washed up from breakfast. She didn't get much time to move away however before she felt someone against her back side, slamming her hard to the counter as they ripped her hands behind her back. Animals like you make me sick. The male that man handled Summer muttered as she closed her eyes and simply smirked. She was thinking exactly the same thing, but she bit her tongue, this was after all still part of the plan, and she knew that these pricks were just that, that she wasn't going to be treated with much of any respect as she was jerked up and drug to the living room. Summer glanced to Jackson before looking to the men that broke into her home. She had heard what was said to her brother, the tone, and the spits into his face, they made her want to rip the eyes of the president out, and Summer was perhaps the least violent member of the entire family, Jackson being the closest second. Even Jamie who was as sweet as can be most of the time, had a mean streak that not even JC wanted to mess with. As she was thrown around like a rag doll, she made a few efforts to make the president look at her, she wasn't dressed like she was a common crook, not that there was anything common about this, and she wanted to see just how little humanity the bastard had. When Jackson replied to the male asking if he thought that the group was stupid, a dark smirk crossed Summer's face. Agreed. she stated calmly, backing up her brother's words, quite solidly, more to see if the president would risk a knock to his boys for spitting in her face. She was after all still a woman, but if she was going to be treated like a bitch, she was going to for sure act the part of one. Sitting beside her brother, she slowly shook her head, more in disgust than anything, though there was a bit of disappointment, not in her brother of course, but in their timing. Yes they figured they would need inside this building at some time, however, they weren't fully prepared for it, and she was not blind to that at all. By the decision of the United States government and it's lifetime President Captain douchecunt himself, you have been sentenced to a lifetime term in Rhode Island State Correctional Facility. You have the option to be executed on spot if you choose to not serve said term. What is you're decision? The words for her went in one ear and out the other. She had absolutely no interest in what these pigs had to say. If they were here, that simply meant that they had to rush their plans, they weren't going to die, and they weren't going to go back home, not with their home now being what it was. When Jackson began to fidget she smiled, laughing a bit as if she were responding to her younger brother simply being nervous. Ready? she asked her brother in a whisper before she glanced over to the guard as her brother began to speak, then back to her brother while she waited for the next stage. This was where Jackson was going to shine, he had been next to impossible to pull away from the blueprints of this place for the last several days, he knew the building better than anyone that worked in it, for certain, and now, he was going to prove it. After Jackson was removed from the room, Summer sat silently swinging her feet back and forth. In all outward appearances she was completely innocent, however, she was counting ticks from the time that her brother had left, as the two had discussed. After some time, Summer looked to the guard with a smile on her face while she spoke. Excuse me, what time is it? She questioned as the man looked to his watch. The two had run so many drills that she felt she could have been a general in the army by now, had she any interest in doing so. From the time that he would be out. Long as Jax didn't have any complications she estimated that he should be turning the lights off about now. Why, got a date? The male asked in a sarcastic tone before laughing, causing Summer to roll her eyes before she clapped her first foot onto the floor, then her second, and just as she went to drop her first foot again, it went onto the foot of the guard next to her, at precisely the time the lights in the room went off. The words. Tick, tick, boom matching each stomp of her foot. After stomping on the guard's foot as he moved to tend to it, she got to her feet and made her way from the nearby area. The door to the room that she was in flew open. Watch out, don't let her out! The male who got assaulted by Summer called out, but by that time Summer was already slipped out of the room. Anything her younger brother didn't have memorized, she did. So that they could find each other again when chaos broke out. She didn't get as far as she had hoped however, stopping dead in her tracks as a familiar face came into view. Peyton? She breathed out before his hand went into the side of her face, in a hard slap, causing her to hit the ground. Noble effort, to bad it failed, take her inside! They were the last words that Summer heard on the outside, before she was drug away, to for what most would consider, a painful end.