Patrollogs
(Kylia's syndicate bargain)
[Sun Dec 17 2023]
In simple prison cell
A simple prison cell with metal bars, a security screen on the northern
wall displaying some sort of meeting room.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Kylia's movements are restrained by the unforgiving chains that bind her. Her gaze remains fixed straight ahead, a mixture of defiance and resignation as she's set down not too far from the auction winner, "Not too fond of the syndicate." Her voice filled with a sleep induced haze, "They could've at least waited for me to finish showering and dressing."
Kylia's movements are restrained by the unforgiving chains that bind her. Her gaze remains fixed straight ahead, a mixture of defiance and resignation as she's set down not too far from the auction winner, "Not too fond of the syndicate." Her voice filled with a sleep induced haze, "They could've at least waited for me to finish showering and dressing."
Cailyn is leaned upon the hood of her BMW, and straightens up as Kylia is delivered to her. "Oh- Hey, uh.. Yea," she murmurs before slipping from her coat. She offers it over to the woman as she steps closer, kneeling down. "Gah- You'll have to forgive me for forgetting your name. Show me your hands?"
Kylia grapples with the challenge of sitting upright. Bound hands extend toward Cailyn, a silent plea woven into the restrained movement, "It's Nadiya Everly." As the coat is extended towards her, her expression light up with a glint of gratitude, "And don't worry about it. I forgot yours, too, though I know we've met before. When we were building roads, right?"
"I'm Cailyn," Cailyn murmurs as she lifts a hand towards the rope binding Kylia's hands. "This might.. Hurt just a little- I don't have a knife on me." Then, a pointer finger is pressed to the binding and a flame sprouts, burning it through. "Pleasure to meet you in a uh... Well- Outside of a 'political' situation."
A fleeting wince of mild discomfort crosses Kylia' features as the rope around her wrists is carefully burned away, "Could be worse. At least you're not waterboarding me for information." Kylia supposes, that initial discomfort melts away into relief, as one hand sheepishly rubs at the rope mark around the oppostie wrist, "At least I assume you wouldn't be so quick to untie me if you were."
Kylias Syndicate Bargain
(Kylia's syndicate bargain)
[Sun Dec 17 2023]
In simple prison cell
A simple prison cell with metal bars, a security screen on the northern
wall displaying some sort of meeting room.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Kylia's movements are restrained by the unforgiving chains that bind her. Her gaze remains fixed straight ahead, a mixture of defiance and resignation as she's set down not too far from the auction winner, "Not too fond of the syndicate." Her voice filled with a sleep induced haze, "They could've at least waited for me to finish showering and dressing."
Kylia's movements are restrained by the unforgiving chains that bind her. Her gaze remains fixed straight ahead, a mixture of defiance and resignation as she's set down not too far from the auction winner, "Not too fond of the syndicate." Her voice filled with a sleep induced haze, "They could've at least waited for me to finish showering and dressing."
Cailyn is leaned upon the hood of her BMW, and straightens up as Kylia is delivered to her. "Oh- Hey, uh.. Yea," she murmurs before slipping from her coat. She offers it over to the woman as she steps closer, kneeling down. "Gah- You'll have to forgive me for forgetting your name. Show me your hands?"
Kylia grapples with the challenge of sitting upright. Bound hands extend toward Cailyn, a silent plea woven into the restrained movement, "It's Nadiya Everly." As the coat is extended towards her, her expression light up with a glint of gratitude, "And don't worry about it. I forgot yours, too, though I know we've met before. When we were building roads, right?"
"I'm Cailyn," Cailyn murmurs as she lifts a hand towards the rope binding Kylia's hands. "This might.. Hurt just a little- I don't have a knife on me." Then, a pointer finger is pressed to the binding and a flame sprouts, burning it through. "Pleasure to meet you in a uh... Well- Outside of a 'political' situation."
A fleeting wince of mild discomfort crosses Kylia' features as the rope around her wrists is carefully burned away, "Could be worse. At least you're not waterboarding me for information." Kylia supposes, that initial discomfort melts away into relief, as one hand sheepishly rubs at the rope mark around the oppostie wrist, "At least I assume you wouldn't be so quick to untie me if you were."