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Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Iris wasn’t too sure how much time had passed but she’d been escorted back to her cell to which she had returned to the spot in the corner curling up in it as if this position would protect her from anything. Apparently, they were done with questioning her for now and she was relieved. Even though she didn’t want to talk or show fear she felt it deep down, she was so unsure on what kind of feelings she should be going through because she couldn’t make sense of it. There was still the worry about Caspain, she still worried just how he was going because he had been in such a state. It was a miracle they had made it back and just in time by the looks of it. Then there was the fact she was coming to terms with the fact she could be killed, but lastly. Her father.

Even though he hadn’t been the most loving, caring or sober for the past few years his death still hurt. The idea that he had potentially died thinking his only family member left had betrayed him and she knew how he got, what if he thought she didn’t love him? Of course, she did, through it all he was still her father and she had good memories of him. Honourable memories because he had been a good person, he had just lost his way and she could understand why. Iris understood the cause and how important it was, but she didn’t believe in killing Caspain. Not just because she liked him, but because it was wrong. In time Caspain could make the important decisions like his father had, he could change the districts and if there was no monarchy. There would just be chaos.

Keeping herself curled up in the corner she was so tired, the lack of sleep catching up fast coupled with the emotions. It was draining mentally and physically, but she hadn’t cried. No tears left her eyes and she knew why, she didn’t want to cry in this place where they could use it against her. Especially when it was grieving for her father because his death still hurt her no matter how their relationship had ended.

Iris was in her own spiral of thoughts; a whirlwind of emotions and dark places kept her company in the cell and the time had passed. Iris had no clue what time of day it was or how long she had been there, but it felt like a lifetime already. It seemed the guards weren’t done with her for the day, the sound of the cell door opening once more could be heard but she didn’t bother to move. If they wanted her, they had to come get her, what was the point?

Though the guards didn’t care, they walked up to Iris hauling her up by the arms and dragged her along back to the interrogation room but not the one they had been in earlier. Round one had been a bust, but apparently, they were going to try something else. Dragging her further into the penitentiary they headed towards white rooms which had thicker walls, sound proofing to a degree because if they went along with the Aproveset it was common for screams. Placing her down onto a chair they two guards headed out to stand guard outside until the interrogators returned, arms folded as they silently did their jobs.

“Well Iris, shall we try again?” Matthew spoke from the door as he stood there looking down at the girl who was slumped in the chair, again unresponsive to him or his company once more. “I thought it best to give you a chance to rest. Did you get any sleep?” Eyes flickered to her face seeing the dark circles under her eyes and the pale skin, to him that meant no sleep perhaps she was exhausted but it would only work in their favour especially with what they had been authorised to do.

“You can ignore me, but soon you won’t. You can either talk now. Or we will resort to other means.” Matthew stated calmly as he looked at the door, a person in a white robe hurrying along with a needle in hand.

It had caught her attention; his questions and the way he spoke about how they could resort to other means. Frowning she looked from Matthew to the person dressed in a lab coat holding some sort of needle in their hands. “What is that?”

“Quite simply if you don’t talk, that serum in there will make you talk. So you have two options. Talk now or talk later. Either way you will be talking.” Matthew folded his arms as he watched the girl contemplate her options, she didn’t know about this drug and he wouldn’t tell her what it did other than it would make her talk. It was highly classified after all.

“You’re bluffing.”

“Oh, I’m not.” Waving forward he took the needle from the assistant saying his thanks as they scurried off leaving them behind. Walking towards Iris he towered over her with the needle swiftly injected her with drug, not giving her a chance to fight back or push him away. Smiling as the drug was administered and he had heard a gasp of pain from her he moved back to his seat folding his arms before relaying information back to the feed.

“Sir, Prisoner still refuses to talk. Aproveset has been administered and will take five minutes to take effect. We will report our findings.”

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

No feel free to skip!

Maybe they get the order to use aproveset for the second interrogation?

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Yeah! Oh wow! That's so long haha! Matthew is getting annoyed she won't talk hahaha.

Omg though bless Atlas, he just wants to see his son ;A;

We could deffo have a think on it for Jacob! Omg perhaps they try to set him up on a blind date?

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Killed. Dead, her father was dead? Killed for his crimes? How had they gotten him? No, he was fine, drunk and somewhat crazed, but fine. Alive when she had last seen him. No, they were lying, they couldn’t have killed him, he would die from alcohol poisoning. Not this. The silence felt deafening as she refused to talk or even acknowledge that her father was dead, there was no proof that he was dead and to her they were no doubt just playing with her. Trying to push her to talk, did they think she would just break down and cry? Absolute lies, I don’t believe it for one second. He can’t be dead, he was… was not there at the prison. Ethan said something about retirement. That was odd, but no. There was no way her father was dead.

“No words about his death? Surely you loved him, he was your father after all.” Matthew pressed as he watched her sat on the chair, it looked like she was processing the news he had given but she hadn’t reacted. Not in the way he had thought she would at least. Usually when you tell someone a loved one was dead, they’d fight back, either deny it in anger or get so upset over the news. This was becoming frustrating, but he would still continue on. Matthew wasn’t done yet.

“Ah, I get it. You probably think we are lying.” Matthew smiled as if he was just having a nice conversation with a friend when reality was, he was interrogating her. “Let me show you, just so you know it’s the truth.” Without even flinching he pulled out a photo that was kept with his stack of papers showing the dead body of her father who had been sent to the firing squad for his crimes. Blood could be seen in pools and colour had drained from the male figure in the photo, but it was clear enough to show an identity.

Unable to stop her curiosity she couldn’t help but look at the photo placed on the table in front of her and the sight made her feel sick. They weren’t lying to her, that surely was her father. Dead. Feeling her heart slow down as she stared at the photo, she wasn’t sure what she was feeling, of course she was sad. That was her father and to her deep down he could be a good man, just misguided at times. This was the father that had raised, tried to look after her when her mother had passed. Though a part of her had expected this to happen, he had become so focused on the rebellion, on killing the monarchy so crazed that it really wasn’t a surprise he was dead.

Closing her eyes, she slouched back in the chair still refusing to speak anymore as her thoughts drifted to her father. Iris had closed her eyes to stop any sort of tears, any sort of emotion being seen by them because she didn’t want them to see her grieve. Well. I guess I’ll be joining him soon then.

“Nothing? So heartless.” Matthew commented lightly as he sat back in the chair watching her, he would have expected a reaction to the photo at least. It wasn’t a pretty sight, gruesome to say the least but nothing. No outbursts and he knew it would take a lot to get any decent information from the girl. “Well if you don’t want to talk, I guess we will have to call it. See to it about arranging your death.” Tapping his fingers against the table he could tell the girl was exhausted and usually that helped when they went in for questioning, but no. This was different. It was like she had already resigned to the fact she was going to die. Giving it a little while Matthew let the news of her fathers death sink in hoping it would help and about half an hour had passed and still silence only transpired between them, shaking his head he let out a sigh as he watched the girl pay more attention to her own thoughts than to them.

Placing a hand to his ear he turned on his own comms device, “Sir, nothing. No information whatsoever except her name. She won’t talk.”

Why did Ethan not tell me this? Why did they not say? Iris was more worried about why she hadn’t found out this information before than the men that were discussing the fact she was not talking. What could they do to her anyway? There was nothing worse than death. Why? I… he’s gone. I don’t understand.

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Ohhh that's pretty awesome!!

I'm interested to see what you come up with!

I'll be honest, I've never really RP'd interrogations before so I'll give it my best shot! Matthew is more of a calm observer, finding ways to push at their emotions to push them to talk. But yeah any suggestions or little bits of input would be grand!

Omg he needs a partner, I think we should deffo have him find someone bless his little heart haha

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Iris felt like she was in a trance as the Soldiers dragged her to a room, probably to be questioned she thought to herself as she felt herself pushed into a room and directed to a chair where they pushed her down to sit on. Feeling herself shiver at how cold the room was she looked down at her hands not interested in the people around her. Truth be told she was not interested in talking and she felt like this was going to be a long awkward silence. Though who knew what kind of techniques they had at their disposal? Ethan of course didn’t use any sort of tactic, just the more punch and beat style. Violent.

I don’t think it will be the same here. They probably have more skilled interrogators who manipulate and twist the mind. Thinking to herself as she made herself comfortable on the chair thinking she would be here a while. Not even bothering to look up when the sound of the door opened, she could only assume it was someone here to question her, why else would she be in a room with a table and two chairs. It certainly wasn’t where she was going to die. The sound of a chair scrapping across the floor could be heard and she could see the shadows out the corner of her eyes signifying two men where there, one was no doubt there to take notes and relay the info back through their comms device. Something she had learned from Cas before this whole mess happened.

Clearing his throat one of the soldiers sat on the chair looking over the girl, to him she didn’t look threatening at all but again looks could be deceiving. When it came to the matter of top security and the lives of the monarchy no chances could be taken and that was proven with the Princes kidnapping. “Would you like anything to drink?” There was no need to exchange pleasantries, but he would offer another drink if needed. After all he had seen the marks on her neck, perhaps the first tactic would be offering some form of kindness to get her to trust them.

The Soldier in question was called Matthew Miller, he was reaching his early thirties and had served plenty of time within the investigation field. Matthew had overseen almost every interrogation and if he wasn’t present, he always called for the information to review it, it was so he could keep on getting better at his role. The only interrogation he hadn’t been a part of was the rebel leaders, but from what he had heard that was quite a disaster, the man was crazed. “Not much of a talker, I get it. I’ve seen plenty of these interrogations pan out. I can honestly say though, it gets easier if you talk. Could lessen the time and punishment.”

As much as Iris wanted to hold her tongue, she couldn’t, it felt like he was patronising her and giving her all the wishy-washy bullshit about how if she talked things would be easier for her. “I don’t think you can lessen a death sentence.” Not even raising her eyes to look at him, no emotion in her voice as she spoke the words calmly. It was true, her crimes were treason and warranted the death sentence.

“So, you are well versed with your crimes then. It was Iris, right?”

“Iris Nox-Fleuret, but you already know that. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to talk about any of it. The Prince is safe, that is all that should matter to you and you can’t convince me otherwise. I’m a dead person walking, this is simply just borrowed time for me right now.” Shrugging her shoulders as she focused her gaze on her hands, it was how she felt because it was clear Caspain had no power when it came to his father. Even he couldn’t pardon her death sentence and she should have known that.

Matthew looked at his partner who was beside him shaking his head slightly, it was clear she didn’t want to talk. The somewhat nice approach wasn’t working. Sighing to himself he pulled out some papers which had a few notes on them, they contained information from pieces they had gained from all the prisoners they had experienced in these walls. “You’re right, you are a dead person walking. Just like your father, well he is no longer walking. He was executed more than a few days ago. Regis Nox-Fleuret the leader of the rebellion, he was killed for his crimes.” Changing tactic slightly as he watched for a reaction, seeing what emotional buttons he could push around.

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Omg that is actually super helpful! Thank you!

Man do I love Jacob though, I only wish him the best man he deserves it haha.

I doubt she will know yet, I know word travels fast, but she'd expect Iris to come back even with the prince being confirmed back home. Then I think she'd start to worry.

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Yeees!

What kind of methods of interrogation will the Capital use? Only because I know the rebels are a bit more violent haha.

Ohhh interesting! I can't wait to see what you come up with!

Also I forgot to say but Maisies promises have now all been broken xD

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Prepare the interrogation room, I want our best on the girl as she could have some useful information.

Hearing the orders about the interrogation sparked a sense of buzz around the Soldiers especially as rumours had spread that she had held him hostage. Some even dared to whisper of a forbidden romance at the Prince had simply run off staging his death so he could live a normal life. All these rumours buzzed around, but nothing left their circle because they feared the repercussions of such chatter. If the King found out, especially about the romance one they were certain they’d be punished quite severely and s the King was in such a temperamental mood they didn’t want to risk it.

Will you stop gossiping, idiots, the lot of you. Curry has told you off once for this chatter already. Don’t make it a second.

But what if it’s true?

Oh, shut up, do you think some lovesick fool would turn up in the state he did? Don’t underestimate the prisoner because she is a girl.

A more authoritative tone came from the comms chain and the chatter seemed to die down, people would always talk regardless on if they knew the truth, but today they could get to the bottom of it. They’d get her to talk, they were trained professionals who dealt with prisoners daily and although they’d had things like petty criminals and small crimes, they still had trained men to deal with interrogation.

Sir, what authorities have we been given for this interrogation? If she was unresponsive in her cell, I doubt she will want to talk.

One of the Soldiers had already begun to prepare the room, a table with two chairs sat in the middle. The room was dark with no windows, but they had a dim light so they could see. The room temperature had been set to a cooler one to make it uncomfortable for the prisoner as the interrogators would have plenty of layers keeping them warm from the chill. It was just the small details to make them feel uncomfortable as it only spurred a more co-operative meeting.

Sir, room is prepared. We will escort the prisoner who will be ready for questioning in five minutes.

Iris hadn’t moved from her corner of the room, she wished she could just sleep as she could feel the exhaustion run through her body making her feel fatigued. Glancing up from her position she could see the glass of water that had been placed in her cell, she was partially tempted to drink it. Who knew when she would get another chance for water? It seemed silly to turn it up… but then what if that’s what they wanted. What if they had poisoned it? It’s just water, they can’t mess with that. Scolding herself for her thoughts as she crawled over to the cup of water not bothering to stand as it required too much energy she didn’t want to use.

Taking a drink, she could feel the water soothe her damaged throat, by now the bruises had fleshed out and the swelling was still there. It was uncomfortable, but also a grim reminder that she wasn’t safe in the districts or the Capital. It hadn’t taken her long to drain the glass of water feeling a brief sense of comfort from having it, but she knew that could be her last ever drink. Death awaited her, with or without questioning she wasn’t certain. Maybe I should save them the trouble? Blue eyes downcast on the glass in her hands, had they meant to give her a glass? It seemed ridiculous giving her a glass when it could be broken and the shards used as some sort of weapon on the Soldiers, but most importantly herself. Though she had given a glass to Caspain when he was in their cell. As if in a trance whilst lost in her thoughts the glass was thrown against the wall smashing, glass shattered everywhere, and she sought out the biggest shard possible.

The sound had alerted the guards and in an instant two of them had swarmed her cell. “What in the? Oh no you don’t.” Catching on quickly they restrained Iris once more stopping her from reaching the glass, frowning at the mess in the cell. “What idiot? Call this in and say we are on our way.” Nodding to the other soldiers as he pushed the girl out of her cell and away from harm.

Whose bright idea was it to give her a glass? Not sure what she was trying to do, but either scenario would have been bad had she got her hands on the pieces she smashed. Common sense people. The Prisoner is on her way to be interrogated.

Amnesia [Suki & Summer]

Bless him! He is certainly bought more time xD

I was going to say maybe they don't use it on the first round? Iris probably won't talk much so she won't make it easy for them. So with her being difficult perhaps they get authorisation to use the aproveset later on?