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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 23, 2018 21:23:29 GMT -8
She'd want to open her eyes but the bright room was... too bright. Their sensitivity was at an all-time high right now it seemed, literally took too long before she could open them even a little bit. she'd try to bring her hands up to rub the crust from them only to be caught short. Feeling the same with her other hand she'd blink and try to process that she really was cuffed to the bed. No doubt was she completely disoriented. Never had she felt so weak except for the two weeks she rationed a loaf of rye bread and every time she woke up it would be terrible but this was ridiculous.
The first thing she decided to do was try and get out of them of course. Yanking, trying to slide her wrists out, she used what strength she might have had to try and break them from the bed but a tremendous pain shot through her back where the bloke with the monster arm sliced her open. That caused a raspy cry to escape her very dry throat. Couldn't have been much more than a day or two of her being here for it to have not been completely healed just yet. She heard the door open tried to use her senses to know them. Tapping steps, the shampoo they used, the way they breathed, all were tale signs she used to figure if she'd needed to worry about what danger she'd be in. Otherwise, she kept quiet kind of hoping they'd not notice her awake... as if. The fact of the matter is she was caught and obviously there were some trespassing issues. Not to mention the territory wars and the tricks some might use. Avice might be in real trouble.
(Qi-used zero ability +1)
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Jan 23, 2018 21:47:17 GMT -8
As her senses spiked and she railed, she'd notice very easy breathing coming from the chair next to her, despite the footsteps. The chair was in the dark and the woman sitting in it was very, very still. The brightness of the room came from the lights over her bed- the areas outside the bed were mostly dark and shadowy. The mask woman leaned forward, planting her hand on her clasped hands.
"The doctor is coming. I suggest you let them check you- that injury will take a few more days, even with that ability of yours. It's what happens when your spinal cord is severed."
She had deep blue eyes and long black hair, otherwise unremarkable. The mask she war was a lower face mask, covering her mouth and nose- everything below her eyes.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 24, 2018 4:20:07 GMT -8
She looked in the direction of the voice not able to really see who it was but recognizing The Voice from from before. She held up both her hands jerk the handcuffs as far as she could go to give a very obvious statement to the woman to only to say "Aye, that be what your suggestin', not like you givin' me much choice Miss." she exhaled a huge sigh, frustrated, trying not to lose her temper again. "So what are the charges?"
With her dang monochromia things are very hard to see beyond the light and she was weary of the doctor that started to approach. Seems like he approached with much caution having plenty of experience with past patients. quite aggravated she would just sit there not really be able to get out of anything. Assuming that the one off in the shadow will continue to talk giving her the rundown of what the situation looks like. Because these types really like to tell you where your place is she had plenty of experience with people telling her where her place was. And she'd just say "yes" and "okay" but never listened to them anyway. She'd tell herself that she did not wrong trying to bring a package over. Trespass maybe... But she felt that was hardly something to cuff her to the bed for. She could thank them for aiding her wounds but hardly felt the time was right yet.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Jan 24, 2018 14:46:23 GMT -8
Em would wait for the doctor to finish, leaning back until the surprisingly gentle physician moved on his way.
"Trespassing with intent, so far. You avoided our security systems- no small feat. And you refused to acknowledge commands from out of our agents when on private property. That warrants actionable response. Why didn't you just tell him it was a gift and why you were here? Spare yourself all this."
She gestured at the room, her brow knitted together in confusion.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 24, 2018 17:00:12 GMT -8
Avice looked at her direction as if she had an obvious neon light above her head and wondered why she didn't notice. "Trespassing with intent? Intent to what?? Seemed like the fellow had made up his mind to make my quick errand longer. Besides, that means I would have been caught. One of the thin's the client said for me to do was make sure no one knew. Not to have the package trace to her and especially that sister it was for. Seein' how she was on Cabal official business I'd not like the fact she could have be off-ed because I'd mess up." With that Avice just started to think there would be something with Cabal itself that her client was worried about a possible mole in their ranks.
She met the Cabal student after breaking into a criminal hideout to retrieve what was stolen for a previous client. After that Avice was sure, she hadn't been spotted but suppose stealthy minds think alike. It was not but another day she found Avice and wired her money up front to get this to her sister here at the school. Avice could have sold the old thing for a good price but was headed to the territory anyway and the cuffed raven clad rogue felt she go on and do it to balance her Karma. She put her faith in a stranger and that stranger was Avice, usually, no one saw her amount to anything. So breaking in to probably one of the most dangerous places in the territories... Yeah, she'd accept the challenge.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Jan 24, 2018 17:09:53 GMT -8
"Bomb the place."
She scratched her head.
"He heard ticking and worried it was an explosive. You understand this is a military complex, right? Asking these things is like wandering onto Area 51 and questioning why they blew you up."
She let out a breath.
"You're gonna probably be drafted and ankled. They'll put a device on you that makes it so you can't go too far, and force you to serve in repayment of the debt."
She cocked a brow.
"You might even learn to like it, and enlist."
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 24, 2018 17:42:45 GMT -8
"WHAT?" She tried to yank her arm from the cuffs as the doctor came to prod at her more and she just turned back and opened her jaws to clap down making a loud clack with her teeth a threatening gesture. "Back the Fuck off..." She turned back to the woman. "The Git Muppet actually thought I brought over a bomb? What kind of Sherlock Homes Shitte thinks anyone uses a fuckin' Tic-Toc on a bomb these days? State of the art wave generators and he thinks anyone puts stopwatches on bombs?!"
She tried to wrestle her wrist from the cuffs. Pulling and wiggling her wrists to try and slip out with what strength she had. "Bloody Wank!" She gave up on the effort for the moment feeling just not enough in her to keep up that pace. "Ugh... I'll fight you fucks tooth a nail if you even try to hold me here!"
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Jan 24, 2018 17:58:52 GMT -8
Em watched with some bemusement.
"Why would you want to? Even you said you'll have disappointed benefactors on the outside, gunning for your ass. You might not like it, but the place offers protection. The kind that put you in a bed just for walking in the wrong place."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 24, 2018 18:09:04 GMT -8
Blake having spoken to David had made his way to the infirmary where he was instructed to return the bag. His outfit was still in tatters as he had opted to not change before following orders, but thanks to his biology, something he was still getting used to, his stab wound had already healed. He'd knock three times from outside of the infirmary, waiting to be allowed in. Assuming the patient was awake and not in critical condition.
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 24, 2018 18:12:24 GMT -8
"What I'd say is that I'd be worried if me bein' discovered blew her cover... she'd be the one in danger or her sis'. I need no protection, you can't even sugar coat it... this is imprisonment. Obviously, my accent confuses you... Try it and I'll make sure I get out." She started to pull on her restraints again to try them out incredibly stubborn ambition.
Then she smelled it, the powerful Bloody B.O. from the other side of the door. "Oi, Were your ears burnin'?" She shouted out through the door plops back, grumbling. "Speak of the bloody devil, an' he comes."
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Jan 24, 2018 18:14:44 GMT -8
"Come in." Emily said, not responding to her claims.
It was Blake, clearly. Bringing back the items? She'd fold her arms and sit silently against the wall.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 24, 2018 18:18:40 GMT -8
"Not the first one to call me The Devil..."
He'd grunt as he entered, setting the items on the table near the bed he'd turn to Emily.
"I was instructed to return these items. Is there anything else?"
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Post by Avice Locke on Jan 24, 2018 18:36:04 GMT -8
His healing was better than hers... that sucks. Aye, she was a bit jealous. She grumbled a bit, but over the mess that she was in she was glad to see her things mostly safe. She did not have much so she was a bit protective of that bag. She knew people who would have ripped it to shreds or tossed it in the river or trash for it to have not been found. The fact he didn't and made his way to return it despite not even getting to bed yet or... showered, he at least had something to respect. "Thanks..."
She still had a burning angst and he is where it started but compared to getting tagged and force you to serve by the Cabal he was not but the intro. And the one in the shadow chooses to not take Avice's words as anything more than hot air. She was growing to be apart of her warpath. Not sure if the small woman was just a messenger or not but that mattered little when there was a bigger picture.
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Post by Emily Suddenfield on Jan 24, 2018 18:37:50 GMT -8
Emily would wait in silence before waving him off to leave and turning to Avice.
"They might go a different path anyway. I don't know what they plan to do with you, if anything. Just an assumption. Something the books say. But these supervisors aren't really....normal. So."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 24, 2018 18:42:32 GMT -8
He'd nod to Emily before turning to give Avice a nod of her own.
"At least you didn't cry."
Unlike some of the soldiers here. He'd turn to leave, and if there was nothing else for him, he'd leave.
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