Dec 01, 2011 17:32
[Indignity of handcuffs slapped on her wrists and a key that doesn't unlock what it should? Check.
Hostile impulses speeding through her nerves like live, wriggling snakes? Check.
The lake on the Keep's stretch of green is a place of calm. Nel goes here to meditate, she goes here to train, she goes here to read and eat. Her boots have flattened a patch of grass near the shoreline, evidence of a long-term guest. That guest is pacing to and fro, flexing a wrist, and scowling.]
(ooc: person to get cuffed is a Mr. Dos!)
so buttmad,
look at all the fucks apris doesn't give,
let's get dangerous,
bitter nelly