WHO: ~*OPEN*~
WHERE: superjail
WHEN: W...ednesday. or Thursday.
WARNINGS: probably none, will update if necessary
SUMMARY: Babs takes a look at the prison and chats up the locals.
FORMAT: Quickpara or whatever you feel comfortable with!
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how come you never want to dance with me anymore? )
Although Barbara's chair is almost silent, Riful is both observant and hyper-aware, so she does notice that something's coming, and turns her head toward the window, which basically amounts to a giant bulletproof wall of glass across from the wall her cot's set up against. It would be more tolerable, really, if they'd given her a room with nothing but walls; the fact that she can see out of her prison makes it all the more infuriating that, thanks to her lack of strength and the force fields, she really can't escape it. She barely raises her head; her expectations aren't high, and she's certainly not about to sit up if it's another guard, or someone pushing a trolley. Still, it makes for a break in the monotony of her day. If it is a day and not a night--she's lost track of the time entirely, of course, after so much artificial light.
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After a moment she raises her eyes and says casually, "Hello, Ms. Riful. Tired today?"
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She doesn't indicate any of this, naturally, and murmurs, "What?" flailing her one remaining leg about and disturbing her blanket in the process. Finally, she opens both eyes fully and looks at the visitor.
It's interesting, very interesting! This woman is clearly not here to guard or to clean, and there's something about her manner that pleases Riful even in her state of agitation. She doesn't suppose she'll be able to stand at all, if she's in that chair--so in that respect she's useless to her--but there are hints of character to her that she finds very intriguing! Her expression is just as aware as her voice is when she talks again.
"Somewhat, yes. But I'm feeling very awake right now!"
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