
No one said that escaping a penitentiary wouldn't be rough... but all things considered, Celian had it pretty easy so far. Being detained for something he had been falsely accused of, he wasn't considered as dangerous; the director, who knew the accusation was false, made sure to avoid putting him on forced labor, and instead had put him on the much less demanding export platform, where they packed the fruit of the forced labor.
Not enough. Celian wanted justice.
First he needed freedom. He obtained this by locking himself in one of the crates to be picked up by the post employees.
When this worked fine, he could hardly contain his joy, and when he couldn't hear any activity noise outside, at last, he sighed in relief. This didn't last long tho. This damn driver started blasting some of the worst pop songs ever made on the radio... and singing along. Real loud. He could only suffer in silence as music that was terrible even by teenage girls standards drilled into his ears. As for the singing, he was so far off.
At least, it probably confirmed that nobody was around.
Celian endured this for just under an hour before dumping his initial plan of just keeping hidden for the whole neverending trip. Plus, his back was starting to hurt. And the dude was driving like a madman. Carefully, he decided it was safe to peek outside the box. There he realized he didn't have any weapon. He decided to try it anyway and stormed the driver...
"Stop the vehicle now!"
"EEEEK" the driver freaked out and immediately shut the radio down, then looked around in a panic.
"I said stop the vehicle!"
"...Okay" he said, pulling over. The fear quickly replaced the embarrassment of being caught singing god-awful pop songs.
"Alright now Mr Karaoke, get out and strip naked."
"Aww come on..."
"DO AS I SAY!!"
He didn't want or need to be particularly mean to this guy, but his singing and driving truly were abominable.
***
"Trust me it's for your own good," he said tying up and gagging him. He had considered just stranding him there, but that would've been too inhumane. "Now let's fit you in there..."
"HMHFF??" he started squirming and bucking as Celian lifted him up.
"Don't worry, I've tried it... with you at the wheel. You'll be just fine!"
It didn't seem to calm him down. Maybe he was claustrophobic, or just upset at the prospect of getting stuck in customs? Celian was starting to feel bad for him; he gently put him in the box and said in a softer tone : "Take it easy there buddy. I've worked in a post office before, I can handle it. I'll make sure you're delivered in no time! oh and don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your tastes in music..."
He just made sure the tail wasn't sticking out, and put the lid back in place.
Not enough. Celian wanted justice.
First he needed freedom. He obtained this by locking himself in one of the crates to be picked up by the post employees.
When this worked fine, he could hardly contain his joy, and when he couldn't hear any activity noise outside, at last, he sighed in relief. This didn't last long tho. This damn driver started blasting some of the worst pop songs ever made on the radio... and singing along. Real loud. He could only suffer in silence as music that was terrible even by teenage girls standards drilled into his ears. As for the singing, he was so far off.
At least, it probably confirmed that nobody was around.
Celian endured this for just under an hour before dumping his initial plan of just keeping hidden for the whole neverending trip. Plus, his back was starting to hurt. And the dude was driving like a madman. Carefully, he decided it was safe to peek outside the box. There he realized he didn't have any weapon. He decided to try it anyway and stormed the driver...
"Stop the vehicle now!"
"EEEEK" the driver freaked out and immediately shut the radio down, then looked around in a panic.
"I said stop the vehicle!"
"...Okay" he said, pulling over. The fear quickly replaced the embarrassment of being caught singing god-awful pop songs.
"Alright now Mr Karaoke, get out and strip naked."
"Aww come on..."
"DO AS I SAY!!"
He didn't want or need to be particularly mean to this guy, but his singing and driving truly were abominable.
***
"Trust me it's for your own good," he said tying up and gagging him. He had considered just stranding him there, but that would've been too inhumane. "Now let's fit you in there..."
"HMHFF??" he started squirming and bucking as Celian lifted him up.
"Don't worry, I've tried it... with you at the wheel. You'll be just fine!"
It didn't seem to calm him down. Maybe he was claustrophobic, or just upset at the prospect of getting stuck in customs? Celian was starting to feel bad for him; he gently put him in the box and said in a softer tone : "Take it easy there buddy. I've worked in a post office before, I can handle it. I'll make sure you're delivered in no time! oh and don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your tastes in music..."
He just made sure the tail wasn't sticking out, and put the lid back in place.
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