Daryn Elizabeth O'Conner-Roman (darynoconner) wrote in destructionisle, @ 2018-02-17 18:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | daryn o'conner |
Characters: Daryn and NPC guards
Setting: Friday, February 16, 2018, beginning mid-morning, Daryn’s home then detention in the Facility
Summary: Day One - Identification
Rating: Low
While Daryn had tried to focus on other things in the last few days, she was silently a bit worried about this plan. She hadn’t had second thoughts yet, but she’d begun to worry about what was going to happen once she was taken in. She knew what she planned to do, and how she wanted to react, but predicting the actions of others was more difficult. She just hoped it wouldn’t turn into a repeat of New Years. She wasn’t sure she would be able to handle that again, physically or emotionally.
When she woke up early that morning, she texted Ashe and then Remy to say a ‘goodbye’ of sorts. She didn’t want to make it seem that morbid, but she also wanted to touch base with them since she wasn’t sure when the next opportunity would arise. She’d tried to go about her morning routine, but was almost relieved to hear the heavy knock at her door. At least the anticipation was over, and she could just focus on the task at hand.
Moving to answer it, Daryn was startled by who was on the other side of her door. The familiar face was an unwelcome one. The guard who had harassed her about her ID at the Facility, the one who had instigated her attack, now stood on her doorstep with a shit-eating grin. Bile rose in Daryn’s throat and she swallowed it down, doing her best not to show the fear that she felt in her bones. She had not planned for this.
“Dr. O’Conner, how good to see you again. I think you know why I’m here. It seems you’ve forgotten to retrieve your new ID from the Facility. I took the liberty of hand delivering it to you.” He held out the card to Daryn, with a hint of challenge in his eyes.
Remaining silent, Daryn refused to take the ID card. Taking a deep breath, she tried to push aside the fear and lifted her chin defiantly.
“I assume that means you don’t be accepting your new ID. That’s a shame. You were looking so well, since your little accident on New Years.” Pocketing the ID, he held his hand out to her. “You’ll have to come with me.”
Daryn didn’t move to take the offered hand, or say a word. That was plan. If she was going, she was not going willingly, and they wouldn’t get a word out of her. Not if she could help it. She only now realized that with anyone else, her silence would be seen as passivity, but with this guard, it would be seen as defiance that should be punished. Keeping a tight grip on her fear, she tried to use it to keep herself focused instead of letting it distract her. This time would be different.
A few tense moments passed before the guard reached out and grabbed Daryn by the arm, pulling her out of the doorway to come along with him. He pushed her to walk in front of him, his grasp on her arm released for a moment as he handcuffed her behind her back.
Daryn didn’t put up a fight but just shook her head in a little disbelief. So now she was going to be paraded through the streets to the Facility like a common criminal. All for refusing to take an ID card. If this was how the game was going to be played, Daryn would go along with it. She kept her eyes on the ground as they walked, ignoring the snide little comments the guard made in her ear, and the even more disgusting thoughts she heard from his mind.
She couldn’t deny the feeling of deja vu she was getting; the last captured leader of the Faction went through a similar walk before disappearing completely. Pushing that thought out of her mind, she took a deep breath and tried to remain calm as they neared the building. Ushered inside, she was handed off to another random guard who took her to a cell. It was a small room, within the interior of the building, with only a small window high on one wall and another on the door for guards and others who pass by to look in. Glancing around to get a feel for the surroundings, Daryn didn’t notice any cameras at first inspection and it looked like a standard issue prison cell for one. Sitting on the edge of the cot, she closed her eyes to concentrate and focus on the thoughts of those within the building.
A short time afterward, another guard unlocked the door and set down what looked like a pair of scrubs. A ‘uniform’ of sorts. “Change. You can’t keep your clothes in here.”
Daryn arched a brow and watched in silence as she was left alone again. She couldn’t have her own clothing? This seemed bizarre. Reluctantly, she changed, leaving her clothes aside to be taken away. She was glad that she hadn’t worth anything irreplaceable, she had a feeling her belongings would not be returned to her upon release.
She went back to ‘listening’ and lost track of time. The majority of what she heard was a combination of mundane, useless information, idle gossip, and personal thoughts, nothing worth trying to remember for later. And honestly, a waste of her ability. But it was better to stay alert than to get too comfortable. Once she’d seen the inside of this cell and had her clothing taking away, she realized sleep was going to be out of the question.
It was several hours later when the door opened and she was presented with a tray of completely unappetizing food that was supposed to be dinner. Daryn scrutinized the food carefully, she wouldn’t put it past them to try to make her sick or poison her. But, since they were feeding her at all, she took that as a sign to mean she was not going anywhere anytime soon. No one had spoken much to her since her arrival, and she got the impression that they were waiting for someone to arrive to speak with her.
Daryn reluctantly ate a small amount of the food, if for no other reason than to give herself some energy. She had no idea what to expect next, so there was no need to go on a hunger strike just yet. As the day wore on, with nothing else occuring, she moved to a spot on the cot where she could look out the window. Once the sky was dark and it seemed like the workers had left and those who remained settled into quiet, Daryn took the opportunity to contact Ashe telepathically. Her message was brief, not wanting him to worry if he didn’t hear from her. I’m fine. Nothing has happened yet. Try not to worry.