[Jonny D'Ville is no stranger to being imprisoned. It's nothing new, it's nothing unusual- sometimes it's even a nice vacation. But every time he's been arrested, executed, shoved in solitary confinement and forgotten for a few years...there was always had the sense that he could escape anytime. Either on his own or wait it out for the crew to come. He can wait a day, a week, a hundred years without issue but here it's...different. There's a feeling to this place, a feeling of being contained that he doesn't like.
He delivers another punch to the mannequin, feeling his knuckles sting and split and then heal over. Fucking Opera House, fucking motive, fucking Phantom-
Jonny plows his fist into the side of the mannequin, sending it loudly clattering to the floor. ]
He delivers another punch to the mannequin, feeling his knuckles sting and split and then heal over. Fucking Opera House, fucking motive, fucking Phantom-
Jonny plows his fist into the side of the mannequin, sending it loudly clattering to the floor. ]