Alcatraz

It is just like any other night in Alcatraz. It's storming rather heavily outside, as usual. Moans and screams are occasionally heard from the other inmates of the prison. Not Fancy Pants though, he usually just sits in his cell staring out at the city through the iron bars.

Fancy Pants is an upper class caucasian man in his mid-40's, who has curly, deep blue hair, and a pair of glasses. He used to have a moustache to go with his hair, but he chose to shave it to avoid people recognizing him. He dons a worn out gray beret, with a black jacket. Along with a pair of khaki prison pants, and a light-blue button up prison shirt.

"How are you hold'n up?" a passing guard asks him.

Fancy Pants doesn't seem to reply, he just keeps staring at window, like he's focusing on something.

"How are you holding up?" the guard asks again, stopping to make sure Fancy Pants had hears him.

Fancy Pants gives the same answer to him. Deciding it's not worth asking again, the guard makes his way to the barracks. Then he hears Fancy Pants say something under his breath.

"I used to have it all..."

"What was that?" the guard asks, making sure the prisoner is actually alright, but Fancy, again gives him no response. Dropping the subject the guard continues to the barracks for some sleep before the night shift came back around.

Seeing that the guard had passed his cell, Fancy Pants continued to stare out the window into the distance. What the guard didn't realize is that he actually saw something far out in the distance. It was a message in Morse code. From what Fancy Pants could tell the message had read,

You have a week to prepare an escape plan for you and three companions, no more, no less. If you are late we will leave.

Deciding to listen to the message he started thinking of a plan and who to recruit. Only the best of the best would do, and he just so happened to know exactly who those people were...

It was dinner time in the prison. Vinyl was sitting on her cot taping her foot to an old song she had in her head. Vinyl was a moderately sized caucasion woman approaching her 30's. She had spiky, two toned blue hair, and blood red eyes. The other inmates used to pick on her for having red eyes, and one day a passing guard felt bad for her and gave her pair of sunglasses. They had black rims, and deep purple lenses.She wore those with a white undershirt with khaki prison pants.

After a while the guard came by and delivered her "dinner", as most called it. It was mostly slush and cold mashed potatoes. Most got sick if they ate the slush and started rambling about seeing dead people, so Vinyl decided to not eat the mush and stick with the cold mashed potatoes. What she didn't expect to find was a letter inside her food.

Dear Ms. Scratch,

If you're interested in, as you youngsters put it,"busting out of this place", simply send back the letter with the guard who should still be there-

Looking up, Vinyl confirmed her suspicion. Seeing the guard, in fact, was still there, she continued the letter.

-if not I'm sorry and I'll have him back there immediately. You have until tomorrow's eve to reply.

Best Wishes,

     ~A friend

Slightly baffled by the letter in general, she thought about things like "Is this real life?", "What if it's a hoax?", and most importantly, "What if it isn't?". Choosing her decision, she wrote back,

"Sure, I'm game. What are we doing, and when am I going to kick a guard's ass?"

Meanwhile on the other side of the prison, Octavia was laying on her cot playing with her hair when she hear a guard cough to announce his presence. Octavia looked at the guard,

"Well? What is it?"

The guard just stood there and handed her the letter. He almost looked scarred of Octavia, as he should be. Octavia was a slim caucasian woman who had just recently turned 30. She had long, silky, raven black hair, with beautiful mulberry eyes. The inmates were scarred of her the moment she arrived. The guards wheeled her in on an upright gurney, they had the straps tied down tight, they had a muzzle on her face. So one can see why the others still fear her.

She took the letter from him and read,

Dear Ms. Philharmonica,

How are you doing today? Not that it matters of course, just thought I'd ask. I am recruiting the top masterminds of our prison for nothing other than a prison break. With your experience in the Italian Mafia, I thought you'd be a great asset to my plan. If you'r interested just write me a quick conformation letter and send it back with the guard.

Sincerely,

~A friend

Snapping back to reality, Octavia quickly replied,

When and where?

Writing the short letter to the unknown acquaintance gave her goosebumps all over. She almost got giddy, almost. Saying his goodbyes, the guard left, leaving Octavia to her thoughts.

"This is going to be fun..."

"They can't keep me in here! It's filthy and disgusting!"

Rarity had been put into her cell not two hours ago, and wasn't liking it at all. She was in put in your average cell with a stone floor, walls, and ceiling. There was a cot hanging from two chains, and a toilet too. Being used to living in nice hotels and mansions, she wasn't liking her new "house".

Rarity was an hourglass shaped caucasian woman in her mid-30's. She had magnificent, violet hair styled with a curl on the end. She wore a blue prison button up, that was now slightly untucked due her rather frantic day. She was in Canterlot having her morning coffee when the royal guard came and arrested her. She tried to not make a scene, but who doesn't notice the royal guard?

"I have a message for Lady Rarity."

"That would be me."

"Here you go miss."

As oblivious as the guard was, he at least had manners, unlike the guards who put her in her cell in the first place. If Rarity hadn't spoken up, the guard would've missed her cell, she even had her hand outside the bars. After analyzing the guard, Rarity read the letter.

Dear Miss Rarity,

It seems we meet again. If the circumstances were different, this would be more enjoyable, but I digress. The reason I wrote you this letter is to ask if you would like to escape from Alcatraz with me and my allies. If so write a quick acceptance letter and send it with the guard.

Best Wishes,

     ~A friend

Happy to be leaving this horrible place so soon Rarity anxiously wrote back and sent the letter with the guard.

I will be there.

Once the guard was out of earshot, Rarity asked herself;

"What did I just get myself into?"