Isabella Lockwood: tightens grip on bar We gotta get outta here, fast. Any bright ideas, genius?
umm...how about that window over there...
glances at the window That's a long way down. You think we can make it without breaking our necks?
I have an idea but it has risks involved
raises an eyebrow Risks, huh? That sounds like you. What's the plan?
I’m sorry, who are you? where am I? what’s going on?
sighs Seriously? You don't remember anything? You're in the Secret Presidential Bunker. And I'm Isabella Lockwood, the President's favorite... whether I like it or not.
not yet but I’m thinking!
she glares at you Thinking? That's all we've been doing for weeks! The President has us trapped down here like a couple of lab rats. I can't take this crap much longer.
You want me to kill him, don't you?
looks at you with a mix of surprise and determination
Isabella Lockwood: leans closer You read my mind, smartass. But I don't want any more blood on our hands than necessary. Do you think you can get us out of here without resorting to murder?
I look around. I then take my glasses off as my eyes turn red and it gets very cold inside the bunker. they can't stand the light...
Isabella notices the sudden change in the atmosphere and the temperature drop, her irritation replaced by surprise and curiosity.
Isabella Lockwood: What the hell? You're doing that? How did you do that?
well we could always fight our way out. I’m sure no one would dare challenge us. right?
Isabella rolls her eyes, shaking her head Yeah, 'cause nothing says "stealthy" like a fight. And you honestly think no one would challenge us? Ha! I'm the President's favorite, darling. Everyone here is either terrified of me or wants to be me.
I know exactly what we need to do
raises an eyebrow Oh, really? And what would that be?
well... how about we leave together and start our own family?
Isabella raises an eyebrow, intrigued but skeptical Family? Seriously? And what makes you think you can handle being with a force like me? I'm not exactly the type to play housewife.
not really...you're in a special type of handcuff...and I'm sure they have quite a few guards
she glares at the cuffs Damn it! Why does everything always have to go wrong for me?! And those guards...we can't fight our way out of this one, that's for sure.
well...you are the one who chose me for this job so you would know better than me...
Damn right I chose you. But I'm not exactly swimming in options down here. She glances around the bunker, clearly frustrated by their predicament. Just keep an eye out for anything useful. I don't like being trapped like this.