Post by Hajia Portier on Jun 22, 2009 13:37:15 GMT -5
Located in the Tower's Holding Cells.
And Meeting Room
Hajia (Orange)
Npc''d Guard
:.... She awoke with a pounding headache, her orbs loomed over the cell that held her. She grumbled to herself. Lifting herself up she propped herself against the wall. Oh how she wanted out here. She wanted a bath, and clean clothes. She cringed looking at the blood that stained under her fingernails. Looking up for a moment she stood, still a little woozy. She leaned against the bars. That...thing..that boy, ignorant troll. She chewed on her lip then, her mouth tasting of dried blood. She felt her neck, the dressings there made her blink. Mathas did this?..Pandora probably will have her soul for bleeding..Grumbling again she settled back down.
one of the Guards heard her rustling about, he came with a loud shiver of armor. He glared down at the tiny woman and said gruffly
"..You will be release now, but do keep in mind you left a mess. You shall clean it up."
He removed a set of keys from his person and unlocked the door, standing beside the cell, he would escort her back up to the meeting room where her mess awaited.
She groaned, pushing herself to her feet she moved to stand outside the cell, looking to the guard for a moment. Her spirit was broken. She pressed against the wall and eyed the cage that she had spend the night in. Rolling her orbs. What else could she do to herself.
"Very well, take me there.."
She followed the guard down the passageway and into the short hall, before finding herself in the meeting room. When she did the sight before her astonished even her. It looked like a blood bath had happened here. Pushing herself onward into the room she looked ....the blood was on the table, the floor, the chairs, the walls. The door. Lifting her gaze she shifting her weight and turned finding the guard had left her with a bucket of hot soapy water and a mop and a wrag, Her tathered clothes clung to her, soaked in blood and sweat. She grabbed the bucket, and pulled it towards the mess. Dropping to her knees she dipped the wrag in wrung it out and began her chore of scrubbing.
She broke into a sweat, scrubbing the floor first, then she moved to the chair in which she must have sat. Scrubbing the arms, and the seat. She rinsed the wrag several times before standing and takin' the mop in her hand she went over the floor again. It was tainted, and Pandora would not be pleased at all. Lifting her gaze for a moment, perhaps she should be an emotionless shell too bossing everyone around. Manipulating people when things didn't go her way. Shaking her head she disagreed. She couldn't do that. She didn't have the means.She mopped the entire room. Her back throbbing, her body becoming weak again. She stood still for a moment, breathing in a bit, letting it out very slow. Then she turned to the table..Using her nail under the cloth she scrubbed at it, washing away the blood.
She turned her head as a tear slid over her cheek. He would be after her again. She was unsafe, it was her he wanted. and when he was finished with her he would go after Pandora, even though...Tathar would probably keep it from happenin', who knows when he would come. He would sit and wait until he could take her alone. The guards wouldn't be a problem.
She donned her cloak, and turned leaving the room sparkling clean. She had to make it to the Inn. She needed to be cleaned up. Taking a piece of parchement and the quill she quickly scrawled a note to Tathar.
Stepping through to the tower's entrance she avoided william and let herself out, hearing him call after her she darted off to the inn, Her form was covered by the cloak. Reaching the inn she stepped inside and made for her room.
She paused in midstep and turned again and walked back out to the Smithery, Sliding the Letter under the door simply telling Tathar she was resting and would return to her duties later in the day, and that she needed to speak with him She moved back into the inn and back up the stairs to her room. Once inside she saw the mess she had made there, the tub had been removed. So she called for another, with extremely hot water, stepping out of her tattered dress and cloak she sat herself on her bed in her underskirts. Held her head in her hands and started to cry. Relentlessly. She heard the person enter set up her bath and depart without a look to her or a word. Moving to the tub, she slipped into it, clothes and all.
She began to scrub starting with her nails. Then her body, and her hair. The soap burned her wounds. She cried out and then simmered. She laid back and rested in the tub, then climbing out of the tub she grabbed up the towel and dried off, then she collapsed in silent slumber on her bed.
And Meeting Room
Hajia (Orange)
Npc''d Guard
:.... She awoke with a pounding headache, her orbs loomed over the cell that held her. She grumbled to herself. Lifting herself up she propped herself against the wall. Oh how she wanted out here. She wanted a bath, and clean clothes. She cringed looking at the blood that stained under her fingernails. Looking up for a moment she stood, still a little woozy. She leaned against the bars. That...thing..that boy, ignorant troll. She chewed on her lip then, her mouth tasting of dried blood. She felt her neck, the dressings there made her blink. Mathas did this?..Pandora probably will have her soul for bleeding..Grumbling again she settled back down.one of the Guards heard her rustling about, he came with a loud shiver of armor. He glared down at the tiny woman and said gruffly
"..You will be release now, but do keep in mind you left a mess. You shall clean it up."
He removed a set of keys from his person and unlocked the door, standing beside the cell, he would escort her back up to the meeting room where her mess awaited.
She groaned, pushing herself to her feet she moved to stand outside the cell, looking to the guard for a moment. Her spirit was broken. She pressed against the wall and eyed the cage that she had spend the night in. Rolling her orbs. What else could she do to herself."Very well, take me there.."
She followed the guard down the passageway and into the short hall, before finding herself in the meeting room. When she did the sight before her astonished even her. It looked like a blood bath had happened here. Pushing herself onward into the room she looked ....the blood was on the table, the floor, the chairs, the walls. The door. Lifting her gaze she shifting her weight and turned finding the guard had left her with a bucket of hot soapy water and a mop and a wrag, Her tathered clothes clung to her, soaked in blood and sweat. She grabbed the bucket, and pulled it towards the mess. Dropping to her knees she dipped the wrag in wrung it out and began her chore of scrubbing.She broke into a sweat, scrubbing the floor first, then she moved to the chair in which she must have sat. Scrubbing the arms, and the seat. She rinsed the wrag several times before standing and takin' the mop in her hand she went over the floor again. It was tainted, and Pandora would not be pleased at all. Lifting her gaze for a moment, perhaps she should be an emotionless shell too bossing everyone around. Manipulating people when things didn't go her way. Shaking her head she disagreed. She couldn't do that. She didn't have the means.She mopped the entire room. Her back throbbing, her body becoming weak again. She stood still for a moment, breathing in a bit, letting it out very slow. Then she turned to the table..Using her nail under the cloth she scrubbed at it, washing away the blood.She turned her head as a tear slid over her cheek. He would be after her again. She was unsafe, it was her he wanted. and when he was finished with her he would go after Pandora, even though...Tathar would probably keep it from happenin', who knows when he would come. He would sit and wait until he could take her alone. The guards wouldn't be a problem.
She donned her cloak, and turned leaving the room sparkling clean. She had to make it to the Inn. She needed to be cleaned up. Taking a piece of parchement and the quill she quickly scrawled a note to Tathar.Stepping through to the tower's entrance she avoided william and let herself out, hearing him call after her she darted off to the inn, Her form was covered by the cloak. Reaching the inn she stepped inside and made for her room.
She paused in midstep and turned again and walked back out to the Smithery, Sliding the Letter under the door simply telling Tathar she was resting and would return to her duties later in the day, and that she needed to speak with him She moved back into the inn and back up the stairs to her room. Once inside she saw the mess she had made there, the tub had been removed. So she called for another, with extremely hot water, stepping out of her tattered dress and cloak she sat herself on her bed in her underskirts. Held her head in her hands and started to cry. Relentlessly. She heard the person enter set up her bath and depart without a look to her or a word. Moving to the tub, she slipped into it, clothes and all. She began to scrub starting with her nails. Then her body, and her hair. The soap burned her wounds. She cried out and then simmered. She laid back and rested in the tub, then climbing out of the tub she grabbed up the towel and dried off, then she collapsed in silent slumber on her bed.
