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(Euphemia's syndicate bargain)
[Mon Oct 14 2024]
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.
Euphemia says "hello? "
Euphemia says "HEY! Let me out, Damn it!!"
Emmanuel wanders into the meeting room with a quiet little sigh, glancing down at his phone and the many small deposits he'd spent on bribes only to be told the same thing over, and over, someone blonde with blue eyes. He shifts over toward the gate, and leaves a modest bid at the counter before moving to lean back against the wall.
Emmanuel says "Got her already."
Emmanuel says "Hall, heading home."
Emmanuel scoops Euphemia up and over his shoulder, before marching back out.
Emmanuel pauses to squint over toward William, while carrying Euphemia's bound form over his shoulder like a sack of potatoe.
Fayad is tapping his claw against his other arm, twitchy, staring angrily at Euphemia, cute pajamas and all.
Entering the apartment, Emmanuel closes the door behind himself with a foot before marching over to the loveseat, "Hup," He grunts while lifting Euphemia up from his shoulder, and laying her out there, then producing a knife to cut away at her bonds, "Desole, Euphie, hm? It is very hard to carry someone that wiggles so much without the bindings."
Euphemia lies limp in Emmanuel's arms, bound... gagged... And very clearly out of it. Something has been injected into her system, given the way her head lulls to its side... her eyes struggling to focus on the room before her.
Euphemia looks like an absolute mess, anyways. Her hair greasy and frayed towards the ends... body stained with blood that never fully washed away. She's not been taking care of herself.
Euphemia's legs wobble underneath her as she leans into the support that Fayad provides... stumbling along as he guides her along. Her eyes seem clouded, distant... But are slowly regaining their clarity, The drugged woman doing little to effectively fight of his attempts to help her. It's a relatively easy process... If not annoying.
Euphemia says, mumbling, "...Fayad?"
Euphemia's face contorts... her lips quivering softly before peeling back into a grimace of a frown... tears beginning to spill over lidded eyes. She's crying. Why is she crying?
Euphemia sniffles, pulling her knees close to her chest. Her head is brought to rest upon them... concealing her face from view. There is no response... just silent tears that drop to the tile below. marked only by the torrent of water falling from above.
Euphemias Syndicate Bargain 241015
(Euphemia's syndicate bargain)
[Mon Oct 14 2024]
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.
Euphemia says "hello? "
Euphemia says "HEY! Let me out, Damn it!!"
Emmanuel wanders into the meeting room with a quiet little sigh, glancing down at his phone and the many small deposits he'd spent on bribes only to be told the same thing over, and over, someone blonde with blue eyes. He shifts over toward the gate, and leaves a modest bid at the counter before moving to lean back against the wall.
Emmanuel says "Got her already."
Emmanuel says "Hall, heading home."
Emmanuel scoops Euphemia up and over his shoulder, before marching back out.
Emmanuel pauses to squint over toward William, while carrying Euphemia's bound form over his shoulder like a sack of potatoe.
Fayad is tapping his claw against his other arm, twitchy, staring angrily at Euphemia, cute pajamas and all.
Entering the apartment, Emmanuel closes the door behind himself with a foot before marching over to the loveseat, "Hup," He grunts while lifting Euphemia up from his shoulder, and laying her out there, then producing a knife to cut away at her bonds, "Desole, Euphie, hm? It is very hard to carry someone that wiggles so much without the bindings."
Euphemia lies limp in Emmanuel's arms, bound... gagged... And very clearly out of it. Something has been injected into her system, given the way her head lulls to its side... her eyes struggling to focus on the room before her.
Euphemia looks like an absolute mess, anyways. Her hair greasy and frayed towards the ends... body stained with blood that never fully washed away. She's not been taking care of herself.
Euphemia's legs wobble underneath her as she leans into the support that Fayad provides... stumbling along as he guides her along. Her eyes seem clouded, distant... But are slowly regaining their clarity, The drugged woman doing little to effectively fight of his attempts to help her. It's a relatively easy process... If not annoying.
Euphemia says, mumbling, "...Fayad?"
Euphemia's face contorts... her lips quivering softly before peeling back into a grimace of a frown... tears beginning to spill over lidded eyes. She's crying. Why is she crying?
Euphemia sniffles, pulling her knees close to her chest. Her head is brought to rest upon them... concealing her face from view. There is no response... just silent tears that drop to the tile below. marked only by the torrent of water falling from above.