((Continued for Mirror from Prank Call))

How do people in the movies do it?!

It was the wee hours of the morning, and Maya was sitting sleepily on her bed, poking at the handcuffs with all the enthusiasm of a person who just woke up with them. She had been a wanted person for almost half a day now, since she Gawain-walked out of jail, and the damned cuffs were still on her wrists.
Even after the shift.
When he arrived back to his bedroom at night, he was too tired to worry about it, and just fell into bed; now she had chain-marks on her face, and an urgent problem to deal with.

I fail so bad at being a fugitive.

She tried all the things she could think of. She twisted and folded her hands, and managed to rub most of the skin off her wrists; then she moved on to needles, hairpins and paperclips, with no more success at all.

Dammit

That only left two options:

1. Break a thumb (someone told her it worked)
2. Ask someone for a favor.

There had to be some people in the Mansion who knew how to remove handcuffs. Sam, for example. Sam was bound to know stuff like that. He was also bound to freeze her *ss off for making a mess of her life again and getting arrested.
...

Maya kept on struggling.

Ahh, the mansion. It was still like a home away from home. Someone elses home, of course... that she technically wasn't supposed to be in. But technicalities aside, she had someone to visit and a little thing like illigal tresspassing wasn't going to stop her. Thankfully, the kid who had let her in wasn't about to either. It was difficult work, waiting for the gates to open as someone left just so she would waltz in with out having to jump a hedge.

Thankfully, she looked a little less Megan today, in a sundress and all. Something about white and yellow flowers seemed to make people take her for something she was not. Nice.
As she rounded the corner and came to a stop in front of Gawain's door, she smoothed out her dress and flipped back her hair- adopting her best 'who, me?' innocent look. Then, without so much as a knock, she turned the knob and flung the door open.

"Hey-o, buddy bo-" What greeted her eyes was a girl sitting on Gawains bed, in handcuffs. The twenty three year old blinked, stared for a moment, then backstepped from the room and closed the door with a soft click. Maybe... the kid wasn't as nice and innocent as she had first thought. She blinked, staring at the door, and pursed her lips. Or maybe he had a hard time with women folk and had resorted to desperate measures?... Naw. That wasn't it.

... Was it? Throwing the door open again, she crossed her arms and leaned in the doorway. "I never would have pegged him for the bondage type. But I guess even the best of us can be fooled." She glanced about, expecting to see a pile of gags and whips laying about. "So where is the Kid?"

Maya was starting to get desperate; she managed to break a hairpin in half, and now she was sitting on the bed, blowing stray locks of hair out of her face, wondering how the heck she was ever going to get out of the handcuffs.

And then the door opened.
And closed.

Maya froze with wide eyes, very much like a deer caught in the headlight. When the door closed, she kept on staring, waiting for her brain to reboot.
Username: Mirror
Reboot Password: Sh***.

By the time the door opened again, Maya was sitting on the bed with her hands behind her back, and a faint lady-like blush tinting her cheeks.

>>"I never would have pegged him for the bondage type. But I guess even the best of us can be fooled. So where is the Kid?"

"He went out to put on a latex skirt." Maya frowned at the ex-girlscout, rolling her eyes. Just the person she needed right now. "Hello Charlotte."

Latex skirt. Bah! She cracked a smile and turned to peek around in the hall, before shutting the door behind her. The nice little "Hello Charlotte." Caught her off guard for a moment.

She had never met the girl before... How would she know her name? Pieces of the puzzle slowly clicked together in her head, not in much of a hurry as usual. Girl that looked a lot like Gawain, she had the same snarky mannerisms, and she knew her name... her fake name.
Not many of the people she had the pleasure of meeting walked away with urges of bragging about the encounter.... so that was quite unusual. Unless....

"Holy %!*# you are a werewoman..."

The blush and hiding of guilty handcuffs didn't help the situation. Her grin grew twice its size, and she cross the room to stand in front of the former male. "I told you I'd be back." Leaning right, then left, she tried to spy the handcuffs in order to get a clearer view of what make they were, and pursed her lips. "So, spill the beans. What did ya do? Rob a candy store? Mug a little old lady?..."

She paused, blinking, and let her hands settle on her hips. "...or maybe there really is someone downstairs tiptoeing around in a latex skirt..." She shrugged, and turned around, heading back towards the door. "I was wrong last time, so who's to say you're not joking now..."

>>"Holy %!*# you are a werewoman..."

Maya blinked up at Charlotte.

"Whu... oh." she huffed "I prefer the term 'gender-shifter', since I spend equal time as a woman and as a man." she said with all due dignity, and she momentarily forgot about the handcuffs.

>>"So, spill the beans. What did ya do? Rob a candy store? Mug a little old lady?..."

Maya shifted to make it harder for the girl to see the handcuffs. Not. Just. Yet.

"Big words from someone who robbed a ten-year-old" she smirked "Bein' a mirrorwalker don' mean I gotta be like the people standin' in front of me."

Pause.
Charlotte was leaving.

"I got arrested for fightin' in public. Not like I started it." she sighed "There is no one out there in latex, or at least, I do hope not... how did ya get in here anyway?! What are you this time? Pest control?"

Megan paused before the door, and swiveled back swiftly. "gender shifter? Equal time spent as both? Lucky you. What happens during 'That time of the month'?" She marched back over and plopped beside her on the bed, curling her legs up to her chest as she was informed of what had happened.

"Ooh, fighting in public. So your a street brawler now?" With a chuckle, she wiggled her toes in her slip on shoes, and blinked innocently. "Who, me? Why wouldn't they let me in?" Innocent was so very hard to portray...

"Pest control? No, why? Do you have any little pests running about that need eradicated?" Her definition of pest and his/hers probably differed greatly. Her grin shrank into a sickly sweet smile, and she leaned over to casually peer at the handcuffs. "Well, your in luck. I'd say a bolt cutter would free you right up. Quickly too."

>>"gender shifter? Equal time spent as both? Lucky you. What happens during 'That time of the month'?"

Maya deadpanned.

"I am sure ya're old enough to know that by yourself, sweetie."

That was a question she got a lot; either verbally, or through suspicious glances and curious glares, and there was no person ever who knew about her shifting and didn't look like he was thinking about that particular issue at some point or another...
'That time of the month' lasted twice as long for Maya, with Gawain-days of relief in-between.
Of course she wouldn't share that information with Spidergirl.

>>"Pest control? No, why? Do you have any little pests running about that need eradicated?"

"Y... no." Maya sighed; being handcuffed put her opponent in a certain advantage, and she didn't want to accidentally tick her off by calling the spiders a pest.

>>"Well, your in luck. I'd say a bolt cutter would free you right up. Quickly too."

The blush disappeared, just to be replaced by white cheeks of fright. The thought of Charlotte, a bolt cutter, handcuffs and a closed door was something that made the mirrorwalker feel like little icy spiders were marching down her spine.

"Umm... yeah?" she whined "I don't really have a bolt cutter..."

Brushing off the reaction to her question, she turned her mind to other things. "Heh... Sweetie. Haven't been called that in a while." Actually, she hadn't been called that... ever. Her mother had always called her baby, or Meg. She hated Meg....

"I don't really have a bolt cutter..."

"What?" Megan was torn from her memories and sat up. "Every self respecting woman... or man woman in your case, had a pair of bolt cutters." She paused. "Or maybe thats just me." Probably just her. She shrugged. "Well, it doesn't matter if you don't have then, I know where to get them." Standing, she started to head toward the door, then paused and turned back to make sure she was coming.

"I even have a ride there and back." The grin she wore wasn't malicious, not even hardly...

>>"Every self respecting woman... or man woman in your case, had a pair of bolt cutters."

Maya's face took on the expression of a shild tossed into the world of Nightmare Before Christmas.

"Nah. It's just you." she muttered. None the less, bolt cutter - as long as it would be applied to the cuffs and not her hands - sounded like a usable idea.

>>"I even have a ride there and back."

Deep breath. Getting ready for near-death experience. Three... two... one...

"All right." Maya sighed, rolling onto her back and pulling her cuffed hands up front under her feet with one smooth movement "You owe me one anyway."

No one can drive worse than Emerald does.
Right?...

"All right. You owe me one anyway."

Megan beamed. "Awesome!" She reached out and snagged the handcuffs by the chain, then quickly dragged her from the room. "By the way, femeGawain, I hope you don't get motion sickness easily..." She rushed down the hall, skip-hopped down the stairs, and flung the front door open wide- not stopping until she was outside and standing outside the gates of the school.

She fished her scooter out from inside a close by hedge, and dusted the seat off. Branches and worms, as well as one sleepy and well fed tarantula had cluttered the space, but now it was clean and ready for two rumps to occupy it. Plopping the lazy spider on her shoulder, she allowed it time to anchor itself and turned her head to her handcuffed friend. "Here she is..." She climbed on, nudging the kickstand out of the way as she turned her key and fired the small engine up.

"Hop on!" With a grin, she plopped the only helmet on her head. It would be weird, having a passenger, but fun at the same time. She did so enjoy hearing terror filled screams though. One of the only things that could make her giggle. "Er... just, hang on real tight... or loop it around my waist. Either or." She had back, waiting, and let her engine idle for a few moments.

>>"By the way, femeGawain, I hope you don't get motion sickness easily..."

"My name's Maya, for girl day anywWHOA!" the mirrorwalker yelped as she was dragged out of her room, down the stairs, and out of the safety of the Mansion grounds. Must have been a sight to remember, Little Miss Creeper in a summer dress dragging her along by the cuffs.
Good thing most of the Mansion residents were still asleep.
And that Twyla was not around.

>>"Er... just, hang on real tight... or loop it around my waist. Either or."

Scooter. Tarantula. Handcuffs. Helmet.
On second thought, she could have just stayed inside and let Charlotte go get a boltcutter for her...
Spilled milk.
Spilled blood, probably.

Maya eyes the tarantula for a moment before she raised her arms and looped them around the girl's waist, holding on tight.

"Tell your spiders if they crawl on me they will all die painfully in a scooter crash." she muttered.

Here goes nothing, complete with spiders.

Maya's hands were in place, her pet was snugly anchored. The mirror walker mentioned something about spiders and crashes, and Megan revved her small engine. "Oh, don't worry. Goliath just tends to stare at people. True to her words, the giant arachnid fixed it's many eyes on Maya and buckled down for the ride. It had learned through watching others fly off mid drive not to take Megan's driving lightly. "Off we go!"

The drive started off rather slowly, nothing all to exciting. She didn't speed, nor did she swerve around at all. Until she reached a main road that is, were the true traffic was located. Then she picked up the pace a bit. Merging into traffic was a breeze when you could take corners without really slowing down, and it didn't hurt to be able to squeeze into small spaces easily, or slip between cars and use the bike lane when necessary.

The trip was probably a good twenty minutes fast than normal with Megan at the steering wheel, but it was also full of much road raging, many birds being flipped in her direction and back, and and more than enough honking. When she finally spotted their destination, she squeezed herself though two lanes of traffic quickly, and pulled into the parking lot. After a stall was chosen, she shut her engine off and pulled her helmet from her head. "Here we are, you can stop hugging me now..." She lifted her arms to make it easier for the girl to disentangle herself, cuffs and all, from her person, and glanced down at her shivering spider. "Ah... poor thing. It never gets used to scooter rides."

Maya stared at the spider for a long moment before the engine started to roar... and then she kept staring at the spider for the rest of the ride because it just seemed way less creepy than actually looking where Charlotte was going, should have been going, and hopefully wouldn't go, with the bike. Maya saw a blur of colors and shapes reflecting in the tiny beady eyes, and observed the grip of the tiny hairy legs, and followed suite the best she could, holding on to the girl's waist for dear life.

And I thought Emerald was crazy.
At least I would have died on a bike, and not a scooter.

When they finally pulled up to a parking lot, after what seemed like several hours spent on a rollercoaster, Maya unhooked her arms from around the spider girl just to slide off the scooter and land on her butt. The world was not done spinning yet.

"You." she gasped, staring up at Charlotte "Are nuts."

How does the tarantula do it?...

With smiling eyes, she turned a lopsided smile down on Maya and hooked her helmet on her scooters handbar. "Only slightly."

She scratched at the head of the shaking spider on her shoulder, and slipped from her bike to stand next to Maya. It was a wonder, that people weren't more adventurous these days. Modern marvels allowed humans the ability to nearly fly, and a short scooter ride through the city was enough to knock one girl onto her rump. A brief clip of how she had reacted when faced with a Dino Amber came to mind... but she pointedly ignored it. Dinosaurs with sharp ferocious claws (holding a flashlight) were and entierly different subject. Eniterly.

"Well, no use sitting there." She strolled past, tossing and catching her keys as she walked. The door to the store opened with the jingling of bells, and when Megan stepped in, she spied one lonely clerk near the back flipping through a magazine. "Gotta love Twenty four hours stores..."

She waited a few moments for mirror to join her, then wandered over to where she knew the tools where and began to size up the cutters. Some were to small... others were to big. Unless Maya wanted to loose an arm as well as the cuffs. "Hey, c'mere. I need to measure."

Maya got to her feet and followed the spider girl into the store, folding her arms the best she could to hide the handcuffs. The clerk merely glanced their way, and Maya made sure she disappeared quickly among the shelves. Charlotte didn't seem to mind that she'd just walked into a store with a wanted person in handcuffs.

Correction. Gawain was a wanted person.
Maya was just a girl in handcuffs.

>>"Hey, c'mere. I need to measure."

Maya eyed the boltcutters warily. "Do you even know how to use one?..."
Of course, because the spider lady was concerned, the question was invalid. Even if she didn't know, she would use them anyway.

"I hope he didn' see the cuffs" she muttered, nodding towards the clerks "Really, I could have just put up a sign sayin' 'I just escaped from jail...'"