初: [holo]
River had been running just before. Getting the ever elusive "it" out of her system with a group of boys and girls her age and a small sack filled with tiny beans. Her favorite part was picking it up with her toes and launching it into the air with flail of limbs, despite the kick up of dirt that slowly mixed with sweat to give her skin a filmy brown residue.
Not that she cared, nor noticed. For River, there were more important things to notice. The slight breeze, the arc and angle of the sack as it headed toward her...
And then the sudden departure of all of the above in favor of gleaming metal walls and a platform easily tripped down as the bodily response to new stimuli got delayed by shock and a subtle wave of unease thrumming down her spine. "I don't-- Bù kĕ néng, bullets aren't hollow," said in a whisper as River walked around, touching the walls gently as she went.
"Simon? Simon?!"
Find him first, it was instinct. Connect with her brother, then worry about the rest. Make sure he's safe because if he is, then she ought to be, and if they both aren't, at least they're together in finding a way out.
Then, River noticed her wrist and the silver band that didn't belong there. She whirled, speaking to her wrist as she pulled and picked at the edges, "There was no injury. No..." Another whirl and she was turning her ever increasing panic to the walls, the ceiling, the platform.
"Unnecessarily prosthetic, organic. This isn't mine!"
She spun again, this time turning to the pedestal and the tablet on it.
"You have no right. No rights, tampering with evidentiary support of the crime," and by this point she was just to the point where her voice cracked with the strain of not shouting. "It wasn't your jurisdiction." Not that such a thing ever mattered to the Alliance when it came to recovering lost goods. These were small crimes compared to the rest they had stacked in their corner.
For a few moments, River just looked at the tablet. Poked it, once or twice, out of curiosity and suspicion, and then her eyes got that much wider when she saw the names. Dots with names that she knew, names that wouldn't be there if it had been the Academy recovering her.
"Hello?"
Not that she cared, nor noticed. For River, there were more important things to notice. The slight breeze, the arc and angle of the sack as it headed toward her...
And then the sudden departure of all of the above in favor of gleaming metal walls and a platform easily tripped down as the bodily response to new stimuli got delayed by shock and a subtle wave of unease thrumming down her spine. "I don't-- Bù kĕ néng, bullets aren't hollow," said in a whisper as River walked around, touching the walls gently as she went.
"Simon? Simon?!"
Find him first, it was instinct. Connect with her brother, then worry about the rest. Make sure he's safe because if he is, then she ought to be, and if they both aren't, at least they're together in finding a way out.
Then, River noticed her wrist and the silver band that didn't belong there. She whirled, speaking to her wrist as she pulled and picked at the edges, "There was no injury. No..." Another whirl and she was turning her ever increasing panic to the walls, the ceiling, the platform.
"Unnecessarily prosthetic, organic. This isn't mine!"
She spun again, this time turning to the pedestal and the tablet on it.
"You have no right. No rights, tampering with evidentiary support of the crime," and by this point she was just to the point where her voice cracked with the strain of not shouting. "It wasn't your jurisdiction." Not that such a thing ever mattered to the Alliance when it came to recovering lost goods. These were small crimes compared to the rest they had stacked in their corner.
For a few moments, River just looked at the tablet. Poked it, once or twice, out of curiosity and suspicion, and then her eyes got that much wider when she saw the names. Dots with names that she knew, names that wouldn't be there if it had been the Academy recovering her.
"Hello?"