Tara Page (alwaysinthedark) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-10-02 15:56:00 |
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There were a lot of things very wrong with this scenario, and they dawned on her in slow succession, each somehow worse than the last. Not in her clothes ... but she'd experienced that. Not in her room ... but she'd been warned about that. Without her kitten ... but she supposed she expected that, and she simply hoped he was all right. Sitting up slowly, Tara surveyed the cell. She wasn't alone, at least, and that was something? Easing out of the bunk, she patted herself down for pockets until she found her phone, wincing a little as it vibed and dinged in her hand. She read the note but didn't immediately comprehend it. The most she knew about Simms, all she really knew, was that he'd assaulted someone and was locked up for it. And now she - they - were the ones locked up and he wasn't? She wondered just how scared she should be as she moved to the front bars of the cage. Cell. Whatever it was. She peered out, contorting herself to try to see just a little bit further but she couldn't see much more than the empty cell across from her. She tried to tell herself to breathe. That he probably didn't have anything against her. But would that even matter? she didn't know him from Adam, but wasn't there a reason he was locked up? Was she supposed to have done something about it? She'd had no part in the trial; she hadn't even been here that long. Realizing she was doing the standing and staring because she was over thinking thing, Tara tried to focus on something. Anything. She focused on her breathing, which was too quick, which was making her heart beat too fast. Maybe it was the other way around though, so she parted her lips to breathe through her mouth until she had something like a grasp on ... well, on her breathing, because that was about all she could grasp right now. Turning, she searched the cell with wide-eyes, focusing briefly on her cellmate before she returned her gaze to the hallway. Would calling for help change anything? Probably not. Who, after all, was going to respond to that call? Who ... indeed. Panting a little, Tara backed away from the bars, dropping into a crouch before sitting on the floor, staring vacantly ahead of her. |