The first thing that registered as she opened her eyes was that this probably wasn't where she was trying to go. Pidge groaned and sat up, nose wrinkling at the damp, salty air. Where was she? Most importantly, how did she get out?
A quick look around told her all she needed to know. The cell was empty, lacking even a bed, and her only company came in the form of three fat mice running around in the corner.
Time was something she had to wonder about. The days seemed to blend together, the daily bowls of mush the only basis she had for keeping track. The next month went by without incident and Pidge learned quickly how to make a single bowl of mush last all day - not that she'd ever needed to eat much at a time in the first place.
Two more months went by in the same way, wherein Pidge had named the mice sharing her cell - Matt, Hunk and Lance - and made up lives for them. It was around the third month that she heard the tapping. About a week into month three, the hole appeared, and later, the stranger who turned out to be from the adjacent cell popped up through the hole.
Pidge was alarmingly easy to convince to help with the other tunnel, the one that would hopefully allow them to escape. Hours later, the easy part was over, and they were faced with a much larger dilemma; jump off a cliff into the water below, or go back and spend the forseeable future in that cell.
She didn't even wait to see what her fellow prisoner's decision was before hurling herself over the edge, because if she could disguise herself as a boy to find her family, pilot a robotic space lion and fight in an intergalactic war, she could certainly handle one little belly flop.
Pidge | Voltron: LD
The first thing that registered as she opened her eyes was that this probably wasn't where she was trying to go. Pidge groaned and sat up, nose wrinkling at the damp, salty air. Where was she? Most importantly, how did she get out?
A quick look around told her all she needed to know. The cell was empty, lacking even a bed, and her only company came in the form of three fat mice running around in the corner.
Time was something she had to wonder about. The days seemed to blend together, the daily bowls of mush the only basis she had for keeping track. The next month went by without incident and Pidge learned quickly how to make a single bowl of mush last all day - not that she'd ever needed to eat much at a time in the first place.
Two more months went by in the same way, wherein Pidge had named the mice sharing her cell - Matt, Hunk and Lance - and made up lives for them. It was around the third month that she heard the tapping. About a week into month three, the hole appeared, and later, the stranger who turned out to be from the adjacent cell popped up through the hole.
Pidge was alarmingly easy to convince to help with the other tunnel, the one that would hopefully allow them to escape. Hours later, the easy part was over, and they were faced with a much larger dilemma; jump off a cliff into the water below, or go back and spend the forseeable future in that cell.
She didn't even wait to see what her fellow prisoner's decision was before hurling herself over the edge, because if she could disguise herself as a boy to find her family, pilot a robotic space lion and fight in an intergalactic war, she could certainly handle one little belly flop.