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Droplets of salt water rolled down her cheeks, perhaps in a race to see which eye would be the one to ruin her blouse first. So far, the right one was winning.
But Janetta wasn't paying her tears any attention. No - she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of acknowledgement. Her jaw was locked and her teeth were pushed against each other as she stared straight ahead, a stony expression plastered on her face. Even as those around her lost their composure and clung to each other for support, Jan kept her piercing gaze on the lacquered wooden coffin that was being lowered down into the ground just a few feet away from her.
Her mother, cold and seemingly at peace, being lowered into the ground just a few feet away from her.
Althea Pryce, the woman who's strength Jan had modeled her own after for the entirety of her twenty-eight year old life, was finally gone, beaten by an unfairly strong cancer that had been brewing inside of her for five years. Granted, Janetta was glad that her days of suffering were over. But that didn't make the sting of loss any less harsh.
As the ceremony came to a close and people began approaching her with a gentle hand on her shoulder or a squeeze of her tricep, Jan quickly dragged her hands across her face, wiping away the traces of a weakness. When she turned and almost on auto-pilot began reciprocating the hugs that were being offered her, and nodding at the murmurs of condolences in her ears, she could still feel the wetness on her fingertips. They were burning against her skin, her body's betrayal against her will. And as she left the site of her mother's grave, she silently promised herself that this would be the last time.
It was all over, and yet Janetta was still shaking from the episode. All sensory input was resting just at the edges of her attention, on pause as she felt Ryobi's arms slip around her. Normally, she would have shied away from this sort of affection from embarrassment; but he had seen her like this, practically bare and naked, many other times and in greatly different situations. Now he was simply seeing her bare and naked in a different way, and while she would have preferred the whole thing not to have happened, she had no choice but to let it.
With her face buried into the crook of his neck, Jan allowed herself a few moments of weakness, soft whimpers muffled against the familiar scent of Ito's skin. Her legs were pressed together tightly and she felt small - for a fleeting moment, she wanted to completely disappear into the warmth of his embrace. He said nothing, and she was grateful for his silence. Any words might have shattered her already fractured sense of pride. The hug was more than enough.
After a few moments, Jan had calmed down. Her breathing slowed, and she was able to regain a coherent train of thought; the first being that Ryobi had just saved her life and her sanity. A version of herself from yesterday would have kicked herself for becoming a damsel in distress. But Janetta was not a bitch, and she knew gratitude when it was owed. She shifted her face so that her lips were closer to his earlobe, and she sighed. "Thank you."
The two of them shifted apart slightly, and it was only then that Janetta realized there was another presence in the doorway. She would have started if not for her quick recognition that it was only Kitt. Poor, innocent Kitt, who had probably experienced plenty of her firsts within the past five minutes or so. The thought brought a bubble of laughter from somewhere within her, and again she hid herself into Ryobi's form, moving her torso so that her very exposed chest was a little less visible tucked into him. Crossing her legs, she shook her head and once again chuckled at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.
"You should have told me you'd brought a friend to watch," she joked, voice again muffled against his shirt collar. "I would have put on a better show." Her defense mechanisms were already back online, patching up her momentary vulnerability with her usual sarcasm, and she knew Ito would understand that.
Kitt, who had followed Officer Ito to the doorway, was in shock. She knew this one, knew that Timothy Ginhearst was probably doing something explicit with the Warden behind the closed door. She also knew that Ryobi had no other choice but to take him down by way of the knife in his hand - but she had not been prepared to see just how gruesome it would be. Kitt had never seen blood, nor was she expecting the crazed look to still be alive on Ginhearst's positively dead face. How was that possible?
And there was the blood. So much of it. It was on the desk, pooled on the floor around Ginhearst's body, on Warden Pryce. Warden Pryce, who was very much indecent and very much in need of help. As soon as the prisoner had dropped to the floor and Ryobi had gone to her, Kitt had turned around and taken a step out of the room, torn between wanting to give them some privacy but needing to act on her duties and see if she was alright. She tried to pass it off as if she was simply doing something logical like keeping a look out for them, when in reality, she was as uncomfortable as a receptionist could be.
"Um, Warden Pryce - would you like me to call a medbot to see about you? That wound in your head needs attention," Kitt stated as calmly as she could. It was true; Ryobi's neck was a mess of tears and dried blood. She had never seen the officers this intimate with each other, but maybe now was an exception. So, still unsure of what to do with herself, she figured Officer Ito might do best to handle this with a human touch. She added, "I also spotted the keys for the cuffs on the floor near the prisoner's head, Officer Ito."
But Janetta wasn't paying her tears any attention. No - she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of acknowledgement. Her jaw was locked and her teeth were pushed against each other as she stared straight ahead, a stony expression plastered on her face. Even as those around her lost their composure and clung to each other for support, Jan kept her piercing gaze on the lacquered wooden coffin that was being lowered down into the ground just a few feet away from her.
Her mother, cold and seemingly at peace, being lowered into the ground just a few feet away from her.
Althea Pryce, the woman who's strength Jan had modeled her own after for the entirety of her twenty-eight year old life, was finally gone, beaten by an unfairly strong cancer that had been brewing inside of her for five years. Granted, Janetta was glad that her days of suffering were over. But that didn't make the sting of loss any less harsh.
As the ceremony came to a close and people began approaching her with a gentle hand on her shoulder or a squeeze of her tricep, Jan quickly dragged her hands across her face, wiping away the traces of a weakness. When she turned and almost on auto-pilot began reciprocating the hugs that were being offered her, and nodding at the murmurs of condolences in her ears, she could still feel the wetness on her fingertips. They were burning against her skin, her body's betrayal against her will. And as she left the site of her mother's grave, she silently promised herself that this would be the last time.
It was all over, and yet Janetta was still shaking from the episode. All sensory input was resting just at the edges of her attention, on pause as she felt Ryobi's arms slip around her. Normally, she would have shied away from this sort of affection from embarrassment; but he had seen her like this, practically bare and naked, many other times and in greatly different situations. Now he was simply seeing her bare and naked in a different way, and while she would have preferred the whole thing not to have happened, she had no choice but to let it.
With her face buried into the crook of his neck, Jan allowed herself a few moments of weakness, soft whimpers muffled against the familiar scent of Ito's skin. Her legs were pressed together tightly and she felt small - for a fleeting moment, she wanted to completely disappear into the warmth of his embrace. He said nothing, and she was grateful for his silence. Any words might have shattered her already fractured sense of pride. The hug was more than enough.
After a few moments, Jan had calmed down. Her breathing slowed, and she was able to regain a coherent train of thought; the first being that Ryobi had just saved her life and her sanity. A version of herself from yesterday would have kicked herself for becoming a damsel in distress. But Janetta was not a bitch, and she knew gratitude when it was owed. She shifted her face so that her lips were closer to his earlobe, and she sighed. "Thank you."
The two of them shifted apart slightly, and it was only then that Janetta realized there was another presence in the doorway. She would have started if not for her quick recognition that it was only Kitt. Poor, innocent Kitt, who had probably experienced plenty of her firsts within the past five minutes or so. The thought brought a bubble of laughter from somewhere within her, and again she hid herself into Ryobi's form, moving her torso so that her very exposed chest was a little less visible tucked into him. Crossing her legs, she shook her head and once again chuckled at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.
"You should have told me you'd brought a friend to watch," she joked, voice again muffled against his shirt collar. "I would have put on a better show." Her defense mechanisms were already back online, patching up her momentary vulnerability with her usual sarcasm, and she knew Ito would understand that.
Kitt, who had followed Officer Ito to the doorway, was in shock. She knew this one, knew that Timothy Ginhearst was probably doing something explicit with the Warden behind the closed door. She also knew that Ryobi had no other choice but to take him down by way of the knife in his hand - but she had not been prepared to see just how gruesome it would be. Kitt had never seen blood, nor was she expecting the crazed look to still be alive on Ginhearst's positively dead face. How was that possible?
And there was the blood. So much of it. It was on the desk, pooled on the floor around Ginhearst's body, on Warden Pryce. Warden Pryce, who was very much indecent and very much in need of help. As soon as the prisoner had dropped to the floor and Ryobi had gone to her, Kitt had turned around and taken a step out of the room, torn between wanting to give them some privacy but needing to act on her duties and see if she was alright. She tried to pass it off as if she was simply doing something logical like keeping a look out for them, when in reality, she was as uncomfortable as a receptionist could be.
"Um, Warden Pryce - would you like me to call a medbot to see about you? That wound in your head needs attention," Kitt stated as calmly as she could. It was true; Ryobi's neck was a mess of tears and dried blood. She had never seen the officers this intimate with each other, but maybe now was an exception. So, still unsure of what to do with herself, she figured Officer Ito might do best to handle this with a human touch. She added, "I also spotted the keys for the cuffs on the floor near the prisoner's head, Officer Ito."
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I wonder if anyone is interested in some kind of escape the mansion thingy with all kinds of characters and junk
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Sounds like a fun time - I'll be keeping an eye on this.
Hi, @Xaih! Welcome back to the ship - hope to run into you soon. Happy writing. (:
Janetta had gotten a small piece of victory by bringing her knee up high enough to smash it into Ginhearst's abdomen. With the wind knocked out of him, Timothy let out a string of breathless curses as he tried to stop his victim - who was quickly regaining what she could of her focus - from wheeling herself away. Thanks to an active choice to be happily lazy and comfortable in her own office, the chair was mobile, perfect for rolling around her space without having to get up when unnecessary. And Pryce was pushing herself backwards toward the file cabinet directly behind her, where she kept a small pistol for herself.
She underestimated Timothy's recovery time, however, and before she was able to fully pull out the drawer containing the gun, he had gotten his breath back. "That wasn't very nice!" he growled loudly, rearing a fist back and throwing a sloppy hook against Jan's jaw. It was sloppy, but it sure as hell hurt, and the warden could feel whatever focus she had pooling trickle away once again.
The black at the edges of her vision had returned, and she could hear herself slurring protests while he tore open her blouse. Again his mouth was forcing itself onto hers, and it was only as she began swinging her face from side to side to avoid him did she realize he wasn't holding her still because his hands were busy trying to open the bottom half of his prison jumpsuit.
And then came the loud noise of the door bursting open, and Timothy left his unwelcome post at her lips. Jan opened her eyes to see Ginhearst turn around to maul whoever or whatever it was that had interrupted his mission, only to freeze in place and begin choking. Without warning, a shower of blood spewed from above her, spraying at random as Ginhearst's body bucked and he tried to pull whatever it was out of his throat. Janetta, confused as all hell and highly uninterested in accidentally ingesting this pig's blood, jerked her face away from the spray. She heard the sputtering of his struggling decrease in volume, and finally she heard a loud thud on the floor before her. Finally, she brought herself to peek out from behind the curtain of hair that had fallen over her face, only to breathe a huge sigh of relief.
"Ryobi. Oh, fuck, thank god..." And then something happened that Jan had not done in a very long time.
She began to cry in front of this man.
She underestimated Timothy's recovery time, however, and before she was able to fully pull out the drawer containing the gun, he had gotten his breath back. "That wasn't very nice!" he growled loudly, rearing a fist back and throwing a sloppy hook against Jan's jaw. It was sloppy, but it sure as hell hurt, and the warden could feel whatever focus she had pooling trickle away once again.
The black at the edges of her vision had returned, and she could hear herself slurring protests while he tore open her blouse. Again his mouth was forcing itself onto hers, and it was only as she began swinging her face from side to side to avoid him did she realize he wasn't holding her still because his hands were busy trying to open the bottom half of his prison jumpsuit.
And then came the loud noise of the door bursting open, and Timothy left his unwelcome post at her lips. Jan opened her eyes to see Ginhearst turn around to maul whoever or whatever it was that had interrupted his mission, only to freeze in place and begin choking. Without warning, a shower of blood spewed from above her, spraying at random as Ginhearst's body bucked and he tried to pull whatever it was out of his throat. Janetta, confused as all hell and highly uninterested in accidentally ingesting this pig's blood, jerked her face away from the spray. She heard the sputtering of his struggling decrease in volume, and finally she heard a loud thud on the floor before her. Finally, she brought herself to peek out from behind the curtain of hair that had fallen over her face, only to breathe a huge sigh of relief.
"Ryobi. Oh, fuck, thank god..." And then something happened that Jan had not done in a very long time.
She began to cry in front of this man.
Kitt followed Ryobi into the cell blocks, turning her head to look behind them every so often in case she had missed something from her scanners. While her post was in the reception area of Prison Bay, and she had come into contact with plenty of the inmates prior, she had never step foot into the cell blocks. It was off-putting, to say the least, to be wandering around the criminals' nests, so close to the spaces they've become so intimate with in the years of their imprisonment. Still, she was curious, and in Officer Ito's company, was brave enough to take just a few steps closer and peer into the currently opened cells while he looked for whatever it was he was looking for.
Ryobi stepped into Prisoner Gardea's cell and began searching - probably for stolen goods. Kitt new from a quick once-over of the female inmate's files that she was profiled as a kleptomaniac, and would probably have something of use for him. And alas, he found it; a knife, hidden underneath Gardea's pillow. He waved it up at her, and Kitt frowned with slight worry. Not that she questioned the Officers and their abilities in the station (she could never do that), but how had Gardea gotten a hold of such a weapon? Either the woman was that slippery, or someone had slipped up.
Regardless, Kitt returned her attention to Officer Ito as he spoke. Her eyes widened behind his back as she followed him out of the cellblock and back into the main hall of the sector. "Something that I can use, sir?" The robot gave a flattered, albeit nervous, chuckle. "I am not sure I would be of much service. But it is nice of you to think I might be." He knew she was not programmed for combat, but the idea that he would even think to find her a makeshift weapon of her own was kind of him.
Thud!
Suddenly a loud noise echoed down to them from further down the hallway, in the direction of Warden Pryce's office. Kitt jumped and turned her scanners toward the noise, squinting her eyes to increase the distance of their scope. Faintly, on the very edges of her display, she could make out two humans. "Sir, there are two bodies up ahead. I cannot make out their identities from this distance, but they are alive."
It had been an endlessly long day, and the whiskey burning down her throat was only half erasing the headache she'd amassed over the long hours.
Benton had taken verbal bait from Sterling and of course, gotten himself beaten quite well before Ris and the other officer bots were able to get Dawson under control. Big Daddy (she absolutely hated calling him this, though in her currently hazy state, she could give less of a rat's ass what his name was) was thrown into solitary for a week or two for the brawl, while Benton was down in the med bay, probably boasting about a win to Ami, would wouldn't believe it for a moment but would nod along for the sake of his dignity.
And while Janetta admittedly loved watching Benton get whooped into his place after all of his subtle misogynistic jabs at her, she did not love the large amount of paperwork she was left with. She'd been locked into her office since the time of the incident until clock out; and even then, she stayed behind. Why not? It wasn't like there was any reason for her to hurry home. No one was waiting up for her, nor did she really want anyone to be. Jan preferred the intimacy she found at the bottom of the bottle - or so she liked to tell herself.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Clearing her throat, she lowered the small bottle until it was hidden beside her thighs. "Who is it?"
"Ito. Just checking in on you, mam."
Jan eyed the door, absentmindedly swishing the contents of the bottle around underneath the desk. Ito. She had always been drawn to him, had always been curious about him; somehow she knew he felt similarly. And now to be checking in on her, when everyone else had gone back to the barracks?
"Come in," she replied, and when he did, she added, "Close the door."
He did so, and came to sit in the chair opposite her at the desk. Jan sat back into her own chair as she watched him, an air of leisure about her face. Whatever it was about this man, she felt comfortable around him. Comfortable enough to raise her arm and take a swig of the liquor, all while observing Ryobi for his reaction.
"Long day, hm?"
Jan softly barked out a laugh, lifting her free hand to run it through her long brunette strands, which were always up in a tight bun during work hours. She stood up from her seat and made her way to his side of the desk, leaning back against it so that she was off to Ryobi's right side. "Don't tell the warden," she joked, reaching the bottle out towards him. "Drink."
It wasn't really a question, nor was it a command. But something in her expression was definitely challenging him, to see if he would play along.
Ryobi stepped into Prisoner Gardea's cell and began searching - probably for stolen goods. Kitt new from a quick once-over of the female inmate's files that she was profiled as a kleptomaniac, and would probably have something of use for him. And alas, he found it; a knife, hidden underneath Gardea's pillow. He waved it up at her, and Kitt frowned with slight worry. Not that she questioned the Officers and their abilities in the station (she could never do that), but how had Gardea gotten a hold of such a weapon? Either the woman was that slippery, or someone had slipped up.
Regardless, Kitt returned her attention to Officer Ito as he spoke. Her eyes widened behind his back as she followed him out of the cellblock and back into the main hall of the sector. "Something that I can use, sir?" The robot gave a flattered, albeit nervous, chuckle. "I am not sure I would be of much service. But it is nice of you to think I might be." He knew she was not programmed for combat, but the idea that he would even think to find her a makeshift weapon of her own was kind of him.
Thud!
Suddenly a loud noise echoed down to them from further down the hallway, in the direction of Warden Pryce's office. Kitt jumped and turned her scanners toward the noise, squinting her eyes to increase the distance of their scope. Faintly, on the very edges of her display, she could make out two humans. "Sir, there are two bodies up ahead. I cannot make out their identities from this distance, but they are alive."
It had been an endlessly long day, and the whiskey burning down her throat was only half erasing the headache she'd amassed over the long hours.
Benton had taken verbal bait from Sterling and of course, gotten himself beaten quite well before Ris and the other officer bots were able to get Dawson under control. Big Daddy (she absolutely hated calling him this, though in her currently hazy state, she could give less of a rat's ass what his name was) was thrown into solitary for a week or two for the brawl, while Benton was down in the med bay, probably boasting about a win to Ami, would wouldn't believe it for a moment but would nod along for the sake of his dignity.
And while Janetta admittedly loved watching Benton get whooped into his place after all of his subtle misogynistic jabs at her, she did not love the large amount of paperwork she was left with. She'd been locked into her office since the time of the incident until clock out; and even then, she stayed behind. Why not? It wasn't like there was any reason for her to hurry home. No one was waiting up for her, nor did she really want anyone to be. Jan preferred the intimacy she found at the bottom of the bottle - or so she liked to tell herself.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. Clearing her throat, she lowered the small bottle until it was hidden beside her thighs. "Who is it?"
"Ito. Just checking in on you, mam."
Jan eyed the door, absentmindedly swishing the contents of the bottle around underneath the desk. Ito. She had always been drawn to him, had always been curious about him; somehow she knew he felt similarly. And now to be checking in on her, when everyone else had gone back to the barracks?
"Come in," she replied, and when he did, she added, "Close the door."
He did so, and came to sit in the chair opposite her at the desk. Jan sat back into her own chair as she watched him, an air of leisure about her face. Whatever it was about this man, she felt comfortable around him. Comfortable enough to raise her arm and take a swig of the liquor, all while observing Ryobi for his reaction.
"Long day, hm?"
Jan softly barked out a laugh, lifting her free hand to run it through her long brunette strands, which were always up in a tight bun during work hours. She stood up from her seat and made her way to his side of the desk, leaning back against it so that she was off to Ryobi's right side. "Don't tell the warden," she joked, reaching the bottle out towards him. "Drink."
It wasn't really a question, nor was it a command. But something in her expression was definitely challenging him, to see if he would play along.
Still here and still ready to roll with this! Glad to hear you're okay, Captain.
It's been gloomy weather here all week, it's got me so lazy to do anything besides nap or watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
It's been gloomy weather here all week, it's got me so lazy to do anything besides nap or watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
Kitt only briefly noted the short silence she and Ryobi stood in for a few moments before he gave her his answer. She in turn gave a nod or two of her head as she changed directions and followed behind him instead. This wasn't exactly what she had been ordered to do, but the task was similar enough; and she figured the Captain couldn't be terribly angry with her if she came back with two of his Officers in tow.
At his inquiry, Kitt gave a sad sigh, or what sounded like one. She brought her hands up to her chest and sort of fiddled with them, uncomfortable as much as a robot could be. "Well, sir... I've seen a few of them on the way here from the Captain's office. Officers Karsh, Windham, and Hedrych all did not make it... And Officers Gris and Davis, they were in really bad shape when I left them. I'm sure they've been taken to the med bay already," she added confidently. "Dr. Widmher and some of the orderly bots have secured their offices, so they're safe there for now. I just hope the doctor will be able to treat them in time..."
She wasn't sure what lay ahead for her and Officer Ito; after all, they were in the sector holding the prisoners' cells. It was a short walk to the warden's office, but who knew what could still be lurking around? She had turned her scanners back on, but she would be helpless against an attack. And so would the Officer, unless he could find something to use as a weapon.
"How did that feel, huh?"
Hot breath, unpleasant and unwelcome, against her ear. Thick, steel cuffs cutting into her wrists, binding her arms behind her back to the armrest of her desk chair. There was something else hot, and wet, dripping down her face from her temple; what she could only assume was blood from an open wound from an earlier blow to the head. It had made everything fuzzy, a blurry filter covering her eyes as she tried to gather herself coherent. Weakly, she tried tugging against the cuffs, and through her strands of long brunette hair, her eyes lazily wandered around her for some idea of escape.
Janetta Pryce was being held hostage in her own office . How fucking shameful.
Suddenly a strong hand grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at her assailant, who was now shouting for her attention. "Look at me, dammit!" Timothy Ginhearst grabbed her by the throat and squeezed, pushing his face close enough to hers that he could smell her hair. "Let me see those pretty brown eyes! Come on, Pryce! Why don't you want to play with me now?" His angry spittle flew into her face, and she strained away from him even though there was no where for her to go.
He finally let go of her throat, and as she drew in a big gasp of air, Ginhearst plunged forward and crashed his lips against hers. Disgusted and absolutely enraged, Jan gathered whatever strength and consciousness she had, used it to maneuver his lower lip between her teeth, and bite down, hard. Ginhearst let out a a loud yelp and lifted a paw of a hand to her face, pushing her away and into the metal back of the chair. Once again, everything had gone blurry, and this time there was a hint of black around the edges of her vision.
"You bitch!" Holding his lower lip in one hand, Ginhearst growled and pushed the warden's face more firmly against the back of the chair while he reached down and began to work the fixture of her bottoms. In her half-awake state, she tried to wiggle free from underneath him, but they both knew it was useless. "Silly, silly girl... Don't be trouble for me now... I've been savin' up for you, Warden Pryce. We go back a long ways, don't we?"
At his inquiry, Kitt gave a sad sigh, or what sounded like one. She brought her hands up to her chest and sort of fiddled with them, uncomfortable as much as a robot could be. "Well, sir... I've seen a few of them on the way here from the Captain's office. Officers Karsh, Windham, and Hedrych all did not make it... And Officers Gris and Davis, they were in really bad shape when I left them. I'm sure they've been taken to the med bay already," she added confidently. "Dr. Widmher and some of the orderly bots have secured their offices, so they're safe there for now. I just hope the doctor will be able to treat them in time..."
She wasn't sure what lay ahead for her and Officer Ito; after all, they were in the sector holding the prisoners' cells. It was a short walk to the warden's office, but who knew what could still be lurking around? She had turned her scanners back on, but she would be helpless against an attack. And so would the Officer, unless he could find something to use as a weapon.
"How did that feel, huh?"
Hot breath, unpleasant and unwelcome, against her ear. Thick, steel cuffs cutting into her wrists, binding her arms behind her back to the armrest of her desk chair. There was something else hot, and wet, dripping down her face from her temple; what she could only assume was blood from an open wound from an earlier blow to the head. It had made everything fuzzy, a blurry filter covering her eyes as she tried to gather herself coherent. Weakly, she tried tugging against the cuffs, and through her strands of long brunette hair, her eyes lazily wandered around her for some idea of escape.
Janetta Pryce was being held hostage in her own office . How fucking shameful.
Suddenly a strong hand grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at her assailant, who was now shouting for her attention. "Look at me, dammit!" Timothy Ginhearst grabbed her by the throat and squeezed, pushing his face close enough to hers that he could smell her hair. "Let me see those pretty brown eyes! Come on, Pryce! Why don't you want to play with me now?" His angry spittle flew into her face, and she strained away from him even though there was no where for her to go.
He finally let go of her throat, and as she drew in a big gasp of air, Ginhearst plunged forward and crashed his lips against hers. Disgusted and absolutely enraged, Jan gathered whatever strength and consciousness she had, used it to maneuver his lower lip between her teeth, and bite down, hard. Ginhearst let out a a loud yelp and lifted a paw of a hand to her face, pushing her away and into the metal back of the chair. Once again, everything had gone blurry, and this time there was a hint of black around the edges of her vision.
"You bitch!" Holding his lower lip in one hand, Ginhearst growled and pushed the warden's face more firmly against the back of the chair while he reached down and began to work the fixture of her bottoms. In her half-awake state, she tried to wiggle free from underneath him, but they both knew it was useless. "Silly, silly girl... Don't be trouble for me now... I've been savin' up for you, Warden Pryce. We go back a long ways, don't we?"
@Sypherkhode822 Ooh, are you in the arts, Sypher? Sounds fun. I personally am terrified of improv, but admire those who can do it. And I also should look into learning how to use Premiere Pro, so I'll follow your lead some day soon. Currently in an acting program myself. Graduating this May, which is bonkers because that's actually next month ha ha I'm totally ready and not at all freaking out whatsoever yup.
I can't believe tomorrow is Monday, already. I'm back to a normal schedule, but I haven't been to classes in two weeks because of things, and it's just so weird readjusting. Hope everyone's alive and doing well. Let's kick this week's ass ~
I can't believe tomorrow is Monday, already. I'm back to a normal schedule, but I haven't been to classes in two weeks because of things, and it's just so weird readjusting. Hope everyone's alive and doing well. Let's kick this week's ass ~
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