...Was breaking in really necessary?

[salylimon]

WHO: Natalia and Emiliana
WHEN: Sept. 22 - Sept. 24th/25th.
WHERE: The Charleston, 5A
WHAT: I'm pretty sure this is what some would consider a hostage situation.

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[here_comes_the]

“Привет,” Natalia greeted - nonplussed at the twitching eye and open mouth of the woman opposite of her. It was a reaction she had seen before in a hundred different shades, after all. The сука (an offhand nickname by now) would just have to get over it. Sooner rather than later, preferably. Dealing with such antics grew tiresome for Natalia. Was it entirely necessary for people to hysterically ask if she broke into their home when it was apparent that she did? Such questions almost tempted her to cut out their vocal cords so they would be silent.

But to speed things along in this case...

The doorknob, Natalia found, with a little strength was easy enough to break off. Examining the detached knob for a beat, she dismissed it as being made from a cheap metal like steel and tossed it in front of the increasingly horrified and pissed off woman.

“We will start now, yes?”

- - -
Привет - Hello.
сука - bitch~

GDI.

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...start now?

Start what?

At the sound of something landing beside her foot, Emi looked away from the blond woman to glance down, eyes widening before her head snapped back up to glare at the puta in front of her. However, she had to stop herself from yelling at the woman. Natalia had a knife. Emi didn't. Natalia was blocking her only exit-

Wait.

The fire escape.

Without so much of a warning, Emi quickly spun on her heel and bolted towards her room and towards the fire escape (though not before gathering up the now awake and alert Nene into her arms).

However, just as she was scrambling to get her window open, she paused. Dios mio, what the hell. W-Why was the ladder to her part of the fire escape missing?! Emi could have sworn that - Well, she hadn't really bothered looking outside her bedroom window for the last few days, but she could have sworn that it had been there all week

[here_comes_the]

Natalia took Emi shoving her against the wall in stride - mostly by raising her knife in reply to prevent her from doing it again. Most people quieted down and concede after that. If they didn’t, it was only a natural matter of course as to what happened next.

It was good that the сука at least understood this in part.

Seeing the other woman warily keeping her distance and eyeing the weapon that was most definitely in the wrong set of hands, Natalia continued on, disregarding the interruption easily.

“The shows,” she said simply to the shouted inquiry - as if that’s all she needed to say to make her meaning clear. That she even bothered to explain at all was quite extraordinary to anyone else who had found themselves in the same situation. And that list was by no means small.

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Taking a step back, Emi eyed the woman warily before her look of frustration morphed into one of confusion. Shows? What shows? What in the world was she talking about-?

....wait a minute.

"The telenovelas?" Emi asked, brow raising slightly even as she kept her distance from the other woman. "What about them?" She shot a quick glance at the neatly displayed box sets and other assorted DVDs before focusing on Natalia once more. "Look, if you want to borrow them, go ahead -" Just leave already. "But I'm too busy to focus on them-" Or you. "Right now."

She waved her hand dismissively at her tv. "Take them and go. I don't care so long as you leave me alone."

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As soon as Emi had uttered the magic word (well, to be exact the second most attention-grabbing term for Natalia - the first took little brainpower to discern),everything else said after that was mentally discarded as Natalia fixated on the pile intently, taking in the numerous box sets and DVDs before her.

Natalia made a small pleased sound.

Turning back to the other woman, Natalia slowly lowered her knife, a rare feat as any - only one that was immediately beat out by a ghost of a smile that twisted her lips. Yet it was gone just as quickly as it appeared that it might as well have been a mirage.

“Good,” she murmured.

And that was when Natalia calmly made her way over to the pile, only to make a sharp turn and easily settle herself on the couch.

[salylimon]

She had noticed the faint curling of the other woman's lips, however, it might as well have been a murderous smirk for all Emi cared as she took another step back, watching as Natalia walked towards the pile of telenovela DVDs...and then sit down. On her couch.

As if it she hadn't just broken into her apartment.

With a knife.

A noise of frustration escaping her mouth, Emi made quick work of moving toward Natalia. Grabbing the woman's wrist in a firm grasp, she scowled. "Natalia," Emi gritted out, squeezing slightly. "Take the DVDs and go or I swear to God, I don't care if we have to repeat what happened before. I'm busy and I have things to do and I don't have time for your psychotic games, damn it."

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Natalia eyed the hand gripping her wrist, studying it as she decided the best method in dealing with the unruly woman who really should have cut her losses and sat down. It wasn’t a problem to detain her in the apartment, Natalia had already seen to that, but to keep her in one place would prove to be more trouble than she had expected.

But then again she did have the...

Natalia stared at the wrist that held her with keen purpose, seeing the opportunity for what it was. Without delay, she stood up before Emi and before the сука could say anything or back away, Natalia swiftly and soundly crashed her (harder) head into Emi’s. The other woman, stunned at the impact, staggered back and onto the ground. Quite conveniently near her coffee table.

It was a good thing she ran into that police officer earlier that night, or else this would have been infinitely harder.

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Eyes opening blearily, Emi stared blankly at the wall in front of her before hissing at the sudden painful throbbing in her head. Her head was aching something awful and her body felt oddly stiff. What in the world had ha-

Oh, that's right.

Brow furrowing and eyes quickly closing once more, Emi made to move her right hand only to find herself unable to. She paused, heartbeat beginning to speed up as she fought to keep the urge to panic away in order to tug at her hand once more. Again, nothing. Nothing but an odd rattling sound.

What-?

Glancing down, Emi's eyes widened as she noticed that somehow, somehow, Natalia had managed to handcuff her - handcuff her to her damn coffee table, of all things.

Turning sharply, Emi attempted to ignore the sudden, painful dizziness that the movement gave her as she saw that Natalia was still in her apartment.

"Mendiga desgraciada," Emi hissed, yanking at the metal cuffs once again. "Let me go or I swear to God that I will scream bloody murder."

[here_comes_the]

It was with a sense of keen satisfaction that Natalia checked to make sure the table was heavy enough to prevent any premature escapes. After she deposited a few heavy texts from a nearby bookshelf onto the coffee table (that is, the side that Emi could barely reach) as an added precaution, Natalia made her way over to the television and the extensive collection.

Yet, soon she discovered determining how exactly to play these novelas on the television was a challenge that proved to be more difficult than neutralizing Emi. She hadn’t used many of these players, she thought they were called, and she almost commanded the other woman to instruct her exactly how to work it. But as the сука was screaming obscenities and other things Natalia didn’t care to listen to, it seemed more proficient to work it out herself.

And to the pleasure of one and the aggravation of the other, after ten minutes of examining circular discs and pushing different buttons, the menu page flashed across the screen.

"Now we can begin."