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[Accidentally left completely unfiltered.]
[It's always easier to voice your thoughts into a cell phone than it is face to face--or online where it can be deleted (and usually is)--so Briseis is rather more animated than she would usually be to most people up front. This does not change the fact she is obviously a little irritated.]
I figured out what is so wrong with this place. And it's not the complex, or the neighbours--[A slight snort.]--Well, it is, but--it's this era in general. It's the people, they're--
[As if on cue, someone wolf-whistles--and anyone who knows her well enough will be able to hear that eyeroll.] It's that. Why is that even necess--hey!--
[The phone is dropped, but Greek cursing can still be heard quite clearly, along with her own demands.] Let me go. I mean it, let--[Her heels scrape across the paving during what sounds like a minor struggle, then there is the sound of something rather hard hitting something rather dense. She still carries bricks in her handbag.
She retrieves her phone, since it is her lifeline. The clacking of heels picks up speed, and while she mutters 'mace' repeatedly under her breath, a man's voice can be heard yelling in the background.
A few moments later, and she can be heard emptying the cannister; presumably in his face.]
Taxi! ... Oh, thank you. [There are a few moments of general pleasantries to the cab driver before she remembers she has an audience.] I'm fine. I am. Really.
[The post ends with mutterings about needing a tazer--and the cab driver agreeing.]
EDIT; [Written & filtered to ARTEMIS]
Just in case this was brought up in conversation, my Lady--though I am not sure why it would be--I thought I ought to clarify. Both Polyxena and I were invited to your gathering by another party, but chose not to attend. I just wanted to make sure you knew that our decision is no reflection on our view of yourself, Lady Artemis--it has rather more to do with that venomous bitch our current situations.
I offer my sincerest apologies if we caused any offence.
[It's always easier to voice your thoughts into a cell phone than it is face to face--or online where it can be deleted (and usually is)--so Briseis is rather more animated than she would usually be to most people up front. This does not change the fact she is obviously a little irritated.]
I figured out what is so wrong with this place. And it's not the complex, or the neighbours--[A slight snort.]--Well, it is, but--it's this era in general. It's the people, they're--
[As if on cue, someone wolf-whistles--and anyone who knows her well enough will be able to hear that eyeroll.] It's that. Why is that even necess--hey!--
[The phone is dropped, but Greek cursing can still be heard quite clearly, along with her own demands.] Let me go. I mean it, let--[Her heels scrape across the paving during what sounds like a minor struggle, then there is the sound of something rather hard hitting something rather dense. She still carries bricks in her handbag.
She retrieves her phone, since it is her lifeline. The clacking of heels picks up speed, and while she mutters 'mace' repeatedly under her breath, a man's voice can be heard yelling in the background.
A few moments later, and she can be heard emptying the cannister; presumably in his face.]
Taxi! ... Oh, thank you. [There are a few moments of general pleasantries to the cab driver before she remembers she has an audience.] I'm fine. I am. Really.
[The post ends with mutterings about needing a tazer--and the cab driver agreeing.]
EDIT; [Written & filtered to ARTEMIS]
Just in case this was brought up in conversation, my Lady--though I am not sure why it would be--I thought I ought to clarify. Both Polyxena and I were invited to your gathering by another party, but chose not to attend. I just wanted to make sure you knew that our decision is no reflection on our view of yourself, Lady Artemis--it has rather more to do with that venomous bitch our current situations.
I offer my sincerest apologies if we caused any offence.