Who: Morgan, Simon, and River Where: The Avalon When: Week 2, Wednesday, Evening Why: River's playing hide and seek with Simon, even if he doesn't know it. Actually, she was bought by a less than nice Master, and Morgan's going to fix that! Warning: Mention of slavery, language, possible implications of planned torture, TBA
Eighty hours, seventeen minutes, and thirty-seven seconds. River was counting as she walked beside her master into the Avalon. She was leashed, fastened to the large werewolf as he tugged her along and inside. He had heavy hands, and he liked to jerk her about like she was a disobedient dog. Which was of course a ridiculous notion. River was much more like a disobedient bird or maybe a goldfish, in her opinion. What she was didn't matter in that exact moment, however, and what she was to the werewolf master mattered even less. There was a game being played, and she wasn't about to lose.
The girl was dressed conservatively enough in a simple, aqua-colored sundress that reached her knees and billowed when she walked. They'd insisted she wear heels, and she'd surprised them all by walking in them with a grace they hadn't expected from the damaged girl. They were stilts, and the circus was in town again. Even combed, her hair looked unruly, a sure sign of a master who knew nothing about women, and a girl who wouldn't bother with knots. She was a painted doll without a face, and the little boy who'd decided to play with her was growing tired of dolls.
The werewolf pulled her roughly over to the bar, gruffly instructing her to sit, which she did carefully as her wide, brown eyes scanned the crowded club.
"Snap off the limbs and leave them outside for the birds," she murmured softly. "They're tired of breadcrumbs." The werewolf growled, apparently already weary of the riddles as he tugged harshly on her leash.
"You spit anymore crazy nonsense, and so fucking help me," he growled. He wanted to break her, but he'd saved her for last. The game had been to be nice, she realized days ago. Make it hurt more when he tore her apart. He hadn't realized yet that River Tam wasn't playing the same game.