[So today, as far as Jailbreak was concerned, was a good news/bad news kind of situation.]
[Good news was, she'd finished up that last job with time to spare, so she didn't have anything lined up for the next few days.]
[Bad news was that meant she had jack-all to do for the next few days, and no one to enjoy that free time with since she'd made sure to fit her latest heist into a gap in her schedule when nobody she knew needed her for any missions, backup, or other favors.]
[Furthermore, she was spending that freetime bored out of her goddamn mind and driving aimlessly around an area she could only define as 'somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, probably, I'm like forty percent sure', and debating with herself whether or not to stop for the night and get some sleep.]
[Another good news/bad news split: the nice thing about sleeping in your car was that when your car was magic, you could keep an entire bedroom in the trunk. The bad news was that bedroom was pretty much fucking useless if you just couldn't get to sleep somehow.]
[Finally, tired of trying to doze off, Jail had climbed back out of the trunk and into the car proper, reclining the driver's seat and flopping into it with a soft thump, tilting her head back so she could look through the open window at the stars.]
[That was one last piece of good news, she had to admit: wherever the fuck this forest was, at least the view was beautiful.]
Camellia II: The Revengeance
[Good news was, she'd finished up that last job with time to spare, so she didn't have anything lined up for the next few days.]
[Bad news was that meant she had jack-all to do for the next few days, and no one to enjoy that free time with since she'd made sure to fit her latest heist into a gap in her schedule when nobody she knew needed her for any missions, backup, or other favors.]
[Furthermore, she was spending that freetime bored out of her goddamn mind and driving aimlessly around an area she could only define as 'somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, probably, I'm like forty percent sure', and debating with herself whether or not to stop for the night and get some sleep.]
[Another good news/bad news split: the nice thing about sleeping in your car was that when your car was magic, you could keep an entire bedroom in the trunk. The bad news was that bedroom was pretty much fucking useless if you just couldn't get to sleep somehow.]
[Finally, tired of trying to doze off, Jail had climbed back out of the trunk and into the car proper, reclining the driver's seat and flopping into it with a soft thump, tilting her head back so she could look through the open window at the stars.]
[That was one last piece of good news, she had to admit: wherever the fuck this forest was, at least the view was beautiful.]