Sofia's warehouse, Sunday
Nadia was . . . well, she was kind of bored, actually. She'd woken up some hours earlier, handcuffed to this chair and, it seemed, left entirely to her own devices.
Naturally, those devices were focused mostly on getting the handcuffs off so she could get out of the chair.
Someone had emptied her pockets, though, so that was easier said then done.
She was just debating the strength of the welds holding the chair together when Sofia finally came in.
[ooc: NFB and locked to me, again]
Naturally, those devices were focused mostly on getting the handcuffs off so she could get out of the chair.
Someone had emptied her pockets, though, so that was easier said then done.
She was just debating the strength of the welds holding the chair together when Sofia finally came in.
[ooc: NFB and locked to me, again]