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You look around and sigh. Finally, you are alone.
You reach behind you, slowly plucking out small hair ties, of twine, pulling straw out of your shaggy hair.
Despite being the daughter of a crime lord, you've never been one with a particularly kept appearance, but for once its worked in your favor.
With your collections of smuggled straw and string, you work on carefully assembling a doll. Making sure to put each piece of straw where you put it last time... Soon you have a fat straw ball in your hands.
You smile, rolling it in your palm... and you tap into your power.
The Wicker man bloats and shifts into a wicker basket... still filled with all the things you put in it before you were arrested, all the smuggled needles and string and straw your father's lawyer snuck into your cell. You have your "Sewing kit" filled with your needles and picks. But almost more importantly you have your doll making tools.
And thread! You can fix this stupid uniform of yours...
Oh wait, you'd get caught wouldn't you? Sigh...
You return the items into your doll form and smuggle it inside the pocket of your uniform... which you are not looking forward to wearing... but you suppose you have to bite the bullet eventually.
You hear a knocking on your door!
>Hide!
>Lock the door... can it lock? Who cares you are magic lock it anyway!
>Um... im naked? (Lie)
>Stay dead quiet and hope they leave thinking no one is here.
