The weather outside seemed to know something was brewing in Austin, that things were being planned that would no doubt plunge the city further into the war waging outside the walls of the Capitol. Maybe not everyone saw it as a war, maybe it was just her, maybe she had too much time on her hands lately. Demi lacked entertainment, the four walls of the apartment becoming oppressive and she had only spent a week at best on house arrest. There were bright spots in her imprisonment, sure. Having Nina over to bake cookies being one of them, but those spots were separated by long stretches of boredom and the ever present stir crazy feeling that lingered just beneath her skin.
Demi did not adhere well to being caged. She paced her space like a big cat, wearing a mark in the floor. Every so often she would pause, turning to the camera, smiling and flipping off whatever black clad patrolman was watching Demi TV at that moment. When she got real bold she'd open the door and harass the men outside, pushing her limits just far enough to get a rise out of them. Then there was the blanket fort she had built in the bedroom, her refuge from the constant monitoring.
This was all her fault, she knew it was. But that didn't mean she would take this lying down. Never having been a woman prone to being submissive, Demi would face this like she did everything else. In her own way and on her terms. They could lock her up, but they couldn't change her. They wouldn't.
She was in the middle of scrolling a message on a piece of paper, one she would later hold up for whoever was on the other side of the camera, when Lita’s voice broke her concentration. Quickly Demi located her phone and glanced at the screen, curious if she had again missed a string of messages from her friend that would have brought about this visit. Her screen was blank, though and that peaked her curiosity.
Setting aside both the paper and her phone, Demi made the short walk from the couch to the door, pulling it open and greeting Lita. Both her expression and her tone never indicating that this was in fact a surprise visit, and not the planned one Lita had used as her lie. “God, is it that time already?” Demi asked, stepping back to make room for Lita to enter. “I was hoping you would forget about coming here to torture me.” She continued, casting a look at her two guards before closing the door behind her friend.
Once further away from the door, Demi’s expression shifted and she gave Lita an apologetic look. “Sorry you had to deal with those assholes,” she remarked, keeping her voice low. “They're my new doormen and their manners suck.” Demi is trying to keep her tone joking, even while she knows her friend must have a sea of questions for her.