Lord Voldemort (te_voldemort) wrote in third_event, @ 2008-09-11 08:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | * september 2001, - complete, - npc, lord voldemort, penelope clearwater |
RP: What's A Little Manipulation Between Friends?
Date: 10 September 2001
Characters: Lord Voldemort and anyone in the Ministry who would have logical reason for speakign to him
Location: Minstry cells
Private/Public: Public
Rating: TBA
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Voldemort decides that waiting for rescue is futile
Completion: Complete
Voldemort shifted on the narrow bed in his cell and stared at the wall opposite. He'd kept up the charade of being utterly withdrawn for ten days now and frankly he was just getting bored. It was plainly obvious that his Death Eaters either wouldn't or couldn't come to his rescue so it was up to him to manufacture his own escape. And for that he would need to start talking.
He slowly uncurled from his position on the bed, blinking as though he'd woken from sleep. He looked around the cell, letting a small frown of confusion and bemusement grow on his face. He got to his feet and walked around, touching the walls as though amazed at what he saw. It was a masterful performance even if he did say so himself, though he did wonder if anyone was actually watching him. Still even if they weren't it wasn't a wasted performance. It helped get him in the mood after all.
He drifted over to the door and peered out through the bars. "Hello?" he called in a quiet, mild voice. "Is anyone there?