[Complete]
Who: Rikku (
calamitousness) and Zack (
zacked).
When: Noon-ish.
Where: Her holding cell in the ShinRa building, then perhaps elsewhere?
Rating: PG, most likely.
Warnings: Pie. ... TBD.
Summary: Interrogation and pastry time. |D
Never one to be caught sitting still for a long period of time, Rikku had been almost desperate to find some form of entertainment. Amusement had suddenly become a scarce luxury, but she had, as always, managed to whip up something to keep herself busy through the long hours in the holding cell.
Plonk. Plunk.
The little ball she had made from a couple of elastic bands torn from the lining of her gloves hit the opposite wall and then bounced to a stop a few feet from the bed where she lay. Narrowing her eyes at the idle toy, she slid herself across the mattress until she hung upside down from the edge, back pressed to the wooden frame, blonde locks and braids splayed around her head like a halo. The thief reached out, yellow-polished fingers stretched towards the tiny sphere. Her fingertips just brushed the rubber when she heard a different noise, one that had been assaulting her for the past couple hours.
The Al Bhed patted her rumbling stomach soothingly with her free hand, shooting it a reproachful look. "E ghuf, E ghuf," she assured her disgruntled tummy. "E'mm ayd cuuh. Bnuseca." She spoke in her native tongue, knowing that few people at ShinRa could understand the foreign words. If they were listening in on her (which she didn't doubt for a moment), the blonde girl wasn't willing to let them know just how uncomfortable this itty-bitty, foodless cell was making her.
As she grabbed the ball and once again threw it across the tiny, eight-by-eight or so room, she realized how much this place reminded her of the prison beneath Bevelle.
Plunk. Plonk.
The mixture of déjà vu and claustrophobia royally sucked.
calamitousness) and Zack (
zacked).
When: Noon-ish.
Where: Her holding cell in the ShinRa building, then perhaps elsewhere?
Rating: PG, most likely.
Warnings: Pie. ... TBD.
Summary: Interrogation and pastry time. |D
Never one to be caught sitting still for a long period of time, Rikku had been almost desperate to find some form of entertainment. Amusement had suddenly become a scarce luxury, but she had, as always, managed to whip up something to keep herself busy through the long hours in the holding cell.
Plonk. Plunk.
The little ball she had made from a couple of elastic bands torn from the lining of her gloves hit the opposite wall and then bounced to a stop a few feet from the bed where she lay. Narrowing her eyes at the idle toy, she slid herself across the mattress until she hung upside down from the edge, back pressed to the wooden frame, blonde locks and braids splayed around her head like a halo. The thief reached out, yellow-polished fingers stretched towards the tiny sphere. Her fingertips just brushed the rubber when she heard a different noise, one that had been assaulting her for the past couple hours.
The Al Bhed patted her rumbling stomach soothingly with her free hand, shooting it a reproachful look. "E ghuf, E ghuf," she assured her disgruntled tummy. "E'mm ayd cuuh. Bnuseca." She spoke in her native tongue, knowing that few people at ShinRa could understand the foreign words. If they were listening in on her (which she didn't doubt for a moment), the blonde girl wasn't willing to let them know just how uncomfortable this itty-bitty, foodless cell was making her.
As she grabbed the ball and once again threw it across the tiny, eight-by-eight or so room, she realized how much this place reminded her of the prison beneath Bevelle.
Plunk. Plonk.
The mixture of déjà vu and claustrophobia royally sucked.