hangin' out at superjail

[sibyllant]

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!

Comments

/killer croc

[pullingyourlegs]

The respectful touch doesn't escape her, but it grates all the same. She shouldn't be only Ms. Riful, after all; it's not enough. It is what she is within the boundaries of this room, not what she was and remains to be. She is the Abyssal One of the West, and even the smallest displays of respect, geared toward placating her as they are, have begun to make her seethe.

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!"