Dolly would sound like a broken record if she told the redhead that the voice said it and not here, but it was funny. This went fast and suddenly a dying man joined the party. Portly man was bleeding fast and all Dolly could do was watch with added interest. Between the angry redhead and the faux blind peddler yelling, she managed to take it all in along with listening to what the voices were saying. They were upset.<br/><br/>'<i>Where the hell do you find such friends! That fat fuck was gonna rape you AND the redhead.' </i>Another guttural voice joined in on the conversation within the confines of her mind<i>. 'So we're not gonna get the show we were itching for! Damnit MAN!'</i>Dolly rolled her eyes so hard that she was sure she almost saw into the back of her own skull. Some demons would have gotten a kick out of watching their host getting raped by three men. Just as Dolly was yawning and cracking her knuckles, a familiar voice caught her ears and to hear Rob's reaction had her bent over and laughing.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Hey Xavier! Nice of you to jo - hey!"</span>Apparently was not the time for idle conversation as she was yanked through the gateway and landed on both feet with the stench of greenery and fresh air hitting her in the face and making a stark contrast to the stench within the confines of the jail.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"If we're running away to have some dirty little fun, all ya gotta do is ask."</span>Dolly teased as she ran in the indicated direction and even did a cartwheel or two. The ragdoll hitched a ride in the mesh hem of her fishnet stockings and the voices were, as always, chatting away.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"You have a pretty good sense of direction for a blind man."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)"> Dolly's words were followed by a wicked laugh and held an 'I don't know who you think you're fooling with' type of vibe to them. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Come on Red! Don't be a slacker!" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)">The mad woman's behavior would leave anyone to question whether she even acknowledged their fleeing of a crime scene or just flat out enjoying it all. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"If it makes anyone feel better... they were planning on raping me and Red. Apparently, you can seem rather overbearing and strict, Elisa."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)"> She spoke these words so nonchalantly. If the time had come where she would be raped well... you can't really rape the willing, so... yeah. There was a sturdy looking low handing branch ahead and Dolly just couldn't pass up the chance. With both hands overhead she snagged it and swung her body up and around only to land on top of the branch on her feet where she quickly jumped off. It was fun. Fun that she obviously shouldn't be having on the run, but Dolly loved having fun, even if it cost her, her life. </span>