RIOT
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Post by RIOT on Apr 14, 2015 17:31:55 GMT -5
The city went about its dusty, dirty course like usual. The prison workers, the PW's as some called them, were sweeping streets or collecting trash. Some of the more skilled worked behind the front desks and frowned when people came in with bad attitudes. Most of the time, the shops looked half maintained and ill equipped for anything beyond a half-hearted purchase. This street, in particular, was considered to be part of the slums. Small gangs of free people stuck to the streets, unable to get the employment on account of all the PW's that were working it. Tonight, though, would be different.
Her friend Lenny had promised her that they could sneak into one of the shops in the central city location and steal some food and none would be the wiser. He had gotten a tip that the Enforces and PW's were going to be too busy at the Golden Stylus Restaurant because that's where the mayor had decided to have dinner for the evening.
Walking down the dirty sidewalk making sure to step over anything that seemed... wet and sticky, she stuck to the shadows, eyeing a small piece of paper in hand with the name of the store her and her friend where going to be hitting up, and the location on where to meet up with him. She made due of her clothing to not seem so out of place and not so suspicious, but the smell of poor hygiene was something she had trouble hiding though she did her best to keep clean. Dressed in worn-out, dirty white shoes, brown slacks, and a purple over-sized hoodie stuffed with a few rags to make her look abit over weight she wore the hood up over her head. A few crimson strands lost their way out from the hood kissing her cheeks. Her bright blue hues looked around for her friend as she came closer becoming more nervous, but breath steady to keep her calm.
"Hey, psst, over here," from the corner of a building behind her once she passed. He was similarly dressed. His hoodie was black with some sort of print on it. Beaten up old cargo pants and some worn grey sneakers. Lenny wasn't a strong guy, but he was fast. Perhaps one of the quickest runners she or anyone else had ever seen. The kid was maybe only seventeen, too, so he would have looked lanky beyond just being underfed and a bit on the malnourished side of things. Shoving off the building he stepped up to her side, continuing to walk with her in a way that said that they knew where they were going and shouldn't be bothered.
She quickly turned hearing the call for her in a low tone, it nearly startled her, but being so tired and hungry living around these slums nothing seem so surprising any more except when the Enforcers rounded a corner looking for some one or a reason to slap the cuffs on another innocent. When he joined up to her side she let a small sigh pass her lips, shrugging her shoulders continuing her path with him. "Lenny, are you sure this is going to be safe? You know my dad will never forgive us if this doesnt go right..." She looked mature for her age, but she still lived with her father being only the age of nineteen, but she did what she could to provide for herself and for her father. He always played by a rule book of do's and don't's of his own and was strict and protective.
"I was told that the mayor was gonna be on the other side of town, eating. So security is gonna be beefed up and there aren't gonna be nearly as many Enforcers," his voice was low. When they passed two PWs he forced a smile at them.
They knew it was forced and they rolled their eyes, one of them bumping shoulders with him before they continued.
Lenny looked back at her, "We just get in and get out. Real fast. Like me, right?" He smiled and then they took one more corner. There weren't many nice parts of the city, but this was considered one of them. Some of the buildings had been repaired, some signs repainted. They even ran electricity to the major lights along the road, "It's supposed to even have some canned spam." That would have been a delicacy.
She smirked. "I guess thats why you don't keep any girlfriends for long, hmm?" she held back a smile and lowered her head to keep from looking back at the PW's they passed. Her hands stuffed into her pockets of her hoodie, looking down at the worn zipper for a moment before her eyes trailed up seeing the environment was changing as they moved further in. "Spam would be nice, but we should try to stick with more of things that will stretch out for a few weeks atleast, like rice and beans, and not go to heavy..." She muttered to him quietly so others would not beable to listen in. "Don't get greedy... ok?"
"Ouch! You got a lotta whip in that tongue," Lenny shook his head at her and then nodded, his eyes going to the window front and then ahead. That was the store. They would have to pass by it just once, casually, to see if there were any customers in it. The hour was late and the mayor was supposedly eating. It shouldn't have had anyone in it to defend its shelves. Plus, when they needed police to come they'd probably be on the other side of town by then. "Hey, we can buy a lot of time if we do this right and grab what we can, you know? It's all canned."
Her head slightly shifts to glance inside through the window she studied the aisles and the counter, her bottom lip tucking under her teeth in a gentle bite of nervousness that was settling in her once again. "Well... I guess your right... Just... not to much, we don't need to be slowed down..." she was overly worried and concerned like a sheltered child she was. "Should we go in together or seperately?"
"Nah, we'll just walk in real casual like we got the money to shop and then break away from each other. When I go to clear my throat that'll be the signal to grab and dash, kay?" Lenny sucked his lips in and held them, doubling back so that they would approach the shop door. Lips relaxed and puckered forward, resting like usual. Softly, "You ready, Nym?"
She listened to him carefully and let out a soft sigh, pulling her hood up over her head, tightening the strings some. Her hands fluff her hoodie abit more to make sure there was no awkward lumps. Hearing him call her Nym she furrowed her brow some but took it as it was. She nodded her head and stepped forward heading on inside with no more hesitation.
Lenny went for the aisle where there were some candies and, perhaps, other nonsense she would have frowned at. But that was how it was. She was going to grab the sensible things and he was going to go for the frivolous things. That's how it usually always went between them. Lenny walked as casually as he could, tracing a fingertip over the metal shelving as he walked. The cashier with his PW collar looked at them nervously and then back out the window as if expecting something to happen.
She parted from Lenny giving a quick glance to him, then over to the cashier. Her eyes shifted over to the shelves of the aisle she chose that had canned goods of beans, fruit, and vegetables. She took note of the cans of spam picking two cans up with one hand looking over the labels of one. With each glance she made she slipped one can at a time into her pocket, trying to bulk up on some of the things she knew she wouldn't be able to grab quick enough when it came time to run. Timing her movements to look as unsuspicious as possible.
Underneath the counter, the cashier had pressed the silent alarm as she and Lenny started to comb the aisle. There was a loud bag crinkle. He was sneaking something that was like Doritos in under his hoodie. Anything that was candy or junk food seemed to be in the loudest wrapper imaginable. To Lenny it sounded like a parade going off. Was it that loud? Could she hear him?
Her head perked to the sounds of bags crinkling she gritted her teeth, annoyed. Feeling she had grabbed enough for the moment she started to wander down the isles with cosmetics and magazines tucked away in their little corner. She thought none the better about straying to far from the door. Her imagination flew wild with thought of what it would be like to live in the life of lush and glamour. She reached down to a sealed tube of ruby lipstick, gazing at its color for a moment in her little fantasy.
It sounds like a melodic alarm, followed by a buzz. It was the gun of a Enforcer, just three feet from her. He was walking in her direction, one hand pressing on the top of his weapon to push it down to put it in ready mode. There were three of them, one already descending in Lenny's direction. "Freeze, you're under arrest," he was preparing to point it at her. Lenny, two aisles away shouted, "Oh shit! Run!" The crackle of his plastic bags and candy squishing as he shot to the back of the aisles and circled around to bust out the back window for escape, "We gotta get outta here!"
Her fantasy was quickly interrupted, the lipstick slipping past her fingers to clink on the ground to the sound of Lenny's yell. "Fuck!" She gasped under her breath quickly stealing a glance of the Enforcer aiming his weapon at her. She spun around dipping low as she slipped and slided a few times on her worn out shoes, taking off in a dash for the back stock room. She was so frightend she didn't think to follow Lenny. She was seeking walls to put between her and them and to find a back exit.
There was a back exit. The light of which glowed a mellow green. Exit. The sound of handgun pistals firing cut the air. The side window broke and there was a scampering of feet and then grunting. For her, the exit sign was growing closer. The polished floor beneath her feet hard like cement as she cleared her way in lunges. Closer and closer. Then, when the green exit sign seemed close enough that she could have jumped up and touched it, the weight of an Enforcer hit her back, dropping her to the ground before pinning her under one knee, "You are under arrest for the felony of food theft. Anything you say or don't say can be used to extend your sentence. Do you understand? State your name." Her arms were being twisted, fastened together behind her back.
Her heart raced her body trimbled, the weight of the goods in her hoodie making her feel weak, but her adrenalin kept her going. Hope filled her for that exit, but like in slow motion her hopes were crushed as she came to a fall. She screeched out hearing the words being boomed at her with a sharp force pulling at her arms. She grunted out, wiggling her body viciously to get away. She was already now a felon being caught but her identity not told yet. She jerked her arms to slip free, getting a hand free, turning her form the best she could to her right to back hand swing a fist at the enforcer. "Get off me!"
"State your name," The winding, eletronic sound of the gun switched to a new setting. A tazer setting. He stood up, sending a small shot to her and then peering down at her writhing body, "Felon, please state name for the record." The two other Enforcers were outside, looking at the ground at something. One of them was talking into a walky talky on his shoulder for the ambulance to come.
She let out a shriek in pain to the electricity coarsing through her, her body convolsed, "N-n-Nymt-th-thra!" She shouted kicking her legs for it to stop when the electricity halted she was breathing heavy with eyes closed tight her hoodie twisted on her form with the hood and red dirty crimson hair covered her face. Hearing the radio announced for an ambulance she rose her head slightly. "Lenny?... Is he OK ?! What's going on?! Lenny!!"
"Name, felon," he planted his foot on her stomach and looked back at her, "or I'll administer another shock treatment for your insolence. State your name." There was the flashing of lights and caution tape starting to circle the area outside the store. When the window broke it had shattered into many fragments, like small pebbles, scattered along the floor of the store and on the street. The Enforcer reached for the baton on his belt, gently tapping it against the outside of his thigh in anticipation of her refusing to answer and needing another wallop.
"It's Nymthra Pelor! " she quickly exclaimed with the fear of being shocked again. She looked around with a panicked breath shaking past her lips. Fingers clinched in to her palms. "Please! Tell me is my friend OK?!" She was worried beyond belief. He was fast! There was no way he could of gotten hurt. Maybe he pushed some one and hurt them on accident?
The Enforcer leaned over, rolling her onto her stomach. Once she was there he fixed her hands behind her back with zip ties. It was awkward and painful when he drew her by her bound wrists to the point where her feet could catch the ground. He kept her wrists hiked up high against her back, the pain of the angle shooting up her arms as he pushed her along the path. Outside, the two other Enforcers were talking. One was smoking a cigarette and laughing at the joke the other said. Lenny was sprawled on the ground, motionless with candybars scattered around him.
She cried in pain as she was brought up the heavy hoodie dropping some cans of food, and a few rags that helped bulk her to make her look heavy set. She was pushed forward by his force grunting out. The moment she laid eyes on the outside world from the store, bright blue hues looked from the other enforcers down to Lenny. Her flesh paled like a ghost to the sight outside. The image siezed up her body as she stared. "N...n..no..." She whispered, tears instantly filling her eyes. "Lenny... Lenny! Is he breathing?!" She asked in demand for answers, quickly jerking her form forward toward the motionless form of her friend. "Lenny! Get up!" Her voice cracked, tears releasing down her cheeks. "Don't just stand there you assholes, do something!"
"Suspect's dead, what'd you want us to do?" The Enforcer with the cigarette said, looking at her before he spit on the ground.
The Enforcer who had bound her was behind her and applied pressure to her shoulders until she sat on the ground. He started to frisk her for merchandise, reaching underneath her hoodie from behind and drawing out the cans to stack them on the sidewalk. When he leaned forward his breath was against her neck, his hand making a wayward slip under the over sized hoodie to cup her breast as he 'searched' for additional canned goods. The ambulance pulled up, two bored looking medics dropping out.
One of the medics with a collar on looked at the suspect on the ground, kneeling down to check his pulse and then looking at the other, giving a shake of his head 'no.'
She went to the ground to her knees, her body trembled as she stared at her friend's body. Hearing the thought of invincibility being a thing of imagination... now she saw the reality-- that death was real. It made her numb with overwhelming thoughts. Feeling hands move around her made her form stiffen as she arched her back, chills creeping through her veins. She quickly reared her head back to crack skulls with him. "Fuck off!"
"Shit," he instantly jerked back at the connection and then grasped his baton, cracking her in the ribs.
The gurney was lifted from the ambulance and a plastic bag laid out on it. Lenny was lifted and slide into the plastic sleeve, the sound of its cheap zipper cutting through the night.
The other two Enforcerers watched him put blows at her ribs two or three times before speaking, "Better take her down town for processing. Get her assigned as a prison worker."
The Enforcer had, actually, a broken nose from the blow. He held it, the blood pouring out. His compatriots laughed at his misfortune before he grabbed her by the bound wrists and yanked her to her feet, "Yea, I'll get her there, no thanks to you damn jackels."
Lenny's body disappeared in the back of the ambulance.
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RIOT
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Post by RIOT on Apr 18, 2015 13:55:36 GMT -5
Her spirits of life were broken when she had seen her friend vanish behind the closing of a zipper. She let out out a yelp as she was cracked into her side with the baton, crumbling to the ground like a fetus curling her legs into herself. She had no time to recover as she was forced to her feet, being shoved along into that direction.
She was going to be silent the whole trip to where they were going. Her tears dried in stains on her face with the remains of some dried up blood on her hoodie that wasn't from her, but the Enforcer. She shrunk herself down in the seat so she could hid herself in the over-sized zipped up hoodie, eyes vacantly staring out the window next to her watching lights and people pass by in a flash.
The Enforcer kept looking at her in the rear view mirror. He was chewing on a toothpick while he did, seeming uneasy with something. A turn of the car. Another turn. BLAKE. That was the name stitched over the right breast pocket of his uniform. When the car stopped it wasn't at the offices or any such place but what looked to be an abandoned alley. Some trash danced along, the hollow sound of a metal tin rolled along the road cracked the ai before he opened her door, "Get out of the car, felon."
Once the car stopped she snapped out of her daze to his words. " Huh?" she rose her head up light blue hues looked around out the windows then to the Enforcer. " This... isn't the station... Where are we?" She quietly asked leaning back into her seat a little more, her stomach feeling a little sick.
"Get out of the car," his hand slammed the metal top of the vehicle with an impressive 'thud.' He took one step back to clear space for her. His insistance that she get out had an angry, impatient air to it. One of his hands wiped under his nose, pushing away at the half wet and half dry path of blood under it. Beneath his eyes there was a hint of what would look like great tiredness, but it would eventually manifest as the black eyes he would get from having his nose broken.
She shrieked in a jump at the anger in his demand to her to get out. She quickly slid herself in the seat to the other side in a retreat out of fear of what he was going to do to her. It was clear to see he had vengance in his eyes, a grudge against her for busting his nose. "No!"
"You get out," he reached in, grabbing at her knee first and then the other at her elbow since her hands were still tied behind her back. With both of those points hooked into he drew her across the faux leather seats of the vehicle. At the edge of the seat he gave one more great pull to draw her out, "No stupid little felon is gonna make me look like a chump infront of the others. Especially not in front of worthless-ass prison workers."
She screamed being pulled kicking her feet at him to try stopping him, her hoodie and top underneath rolled up under her forcing the fabric to uncover her midsection, her hands behind her aching from him pulling her out. That last tug she was thrown to the ground by gravity, nearly hitting her head at the foot step of the door. "Nmph!" She sounded with pain when she hit the ground quickly, wiggling her form to sit up the best she could without the use of her hands, curling her feet into herself. "Well if you would learn how to properly frisk maybe your nose wouldn't be busted like a pervert, you jerk!" She snapped at him like the little fiery red head she was.
"Yea, we'll see about that," he grabbed her bound wrists and gave the all-too-familiar upward jerk. The pain was dull and sharp all at the same time. There was an ache at the joints now from where he had jerked her before and then a sharp, hot searing sensation from when he drew her up to her feet anew. With his hand wrapped around the connection of her wrists he angled her body against the hood of the car, shoving her so hard that she bent over it. "You say I don't know how to frisk?" He put the outside of his feet between the inside of her's, pushing them open until they were a little more than shoulder-wide. He kept his feet planted between her's. His hips pushed against her's to keep her pinned to the car as his hands went along the sides of her legs that he could reach, mimicking the frisking motion from before except when he touched her he squeezed in a harder, more menacing way.
Forced up, and bent over the car. Her eyes closed tightly in the pain of it all, grunting to try to hide it, but a whimper escaped her. The instant she felt him push up against her she started to fight to push him off, but she was not able to from her position, and she was not strong enough. "Stop it! Get off of me you bastard!" The hard grips of his hands made her jerk in pain. Her body was trembling with fear. "I'll report your ass for this shit!"
"Yea, okay, see where that gets you," his hands stopped at the edge of her hoodie and then slid up, both of his hands cupping her breasts as he leaned over her. His was erect enough that she could have felt it through the cloth of both of their pants, "See, what you don't get is that felons don't have rights. I'm gonna make you real sorrry for breakin' my nose."
Her body siezed up with a quiver of her lips letting off near breath holding whimpers when his hands slid up her slender form to her plumped mounds. His hands greeted with a little bigger than a hand full of flesh. She was wearing no bra, she couldn't afford one. The stiffness pushing against her made her back arch attempting to push him away, shifting her hips the best she could to avoid having to feel him even through her jeans, "Pl...plea..please don't do this pl...please! " She started to beg. " I'm sorry! Please don't! Get off of me please!" She tried to buckle her knees in but his force of his legs keeping hers spread was no help to her. "All I wanted to do was get food! "
"All your criminals sound the same," he reached at the front of her brown slacks and undid them with such force that the button almost came off. He shoved her pants and panties down as he started to undo his belt, "Weren't acting all sorry after you broke my nose."
Feeling the chill of the air hit her flesh of her lower have she started to cry out louder in hopes something would stop this. "Please no! stop!!!" Her voice cracking with fear, her eyes filling back up with tears as she jerked her form as hard as she could to try wiggling free. Her head rearing up trying to push her back up off the trunk of the vehical. Her feet struggling to move and kick. "Get off of me! Some one, please! Help!"
"It's the bad side of town, no one helps anyone here." Beyond that, no one was going to mess with a free-world employed Enforcer like him. One of his hands shoved her so that her chest was pressed against the hood of the car. The other hand guided himself to her opening. There was a grunt and a few forceful thrusts as he pushed inside her. He growled and then ejaculated inside her after only a few thrusts, "Loose ass street trash."
Finding no way of escape as much as she tired, her tight form that was invaded was no longer her own, and treated as such. The only thing she felt was pain and disgust. She cried through the whole process, pursing her lips and trying to silence herself so he would not have the pleasure of hearing her cry. His hard thrusts made her whimper when he spilled his evil seed into her, her form stiffened. There was a sickening, stomach turning pain that followed.
There was a slap to her bare ass cheek before he reached down, tucking himself back into his pants before he pulled her's up. It was like redressing a dead body. It wasn't zipped or buttoned quite the right way, the way it might have been if she had done it. He stepped back and took her by the wrists again, this time jamming her back into the back seat of the car. The car started back up-- she was finally going to be driven to the station. He used one of the napkins in his car, spitting on it and wiping furiously under his nose to get rid of the dried river of blood that had been there. By the time they pulled up to the station his eyes were starting to show bruising beneath them.
Once in the back of the seat she leaned forward between her knees, vomiting on the floor from how sick she from what had happened to her. Her body trembled the whole way there. Seeing, finally, the station as they pulled up she leaned against the door, desperately wanting out and away from this man and his control. Her crimson locks where a mangled mess at this point and she looked rougher than she was when all of this started. This was her first time EVER being arrested, and for something so simple that her father had warned her about for years. She could hear his voice now in her head, lecturing her about how stupid she was and how disappointed he was in her. She had only hoped the main office would be less brutal with her then what this man, Blake, had put her through over can goods and a broken nose.
Once at the station he opened the door and grunted, "Get out." There was a faintly visible wet mark at her crotch when he looked down at her. He leaned in, taking her by the elbow and pulling her out. Most of the time, he didn't even look at her as he dragged her into the station. Inside there was a mixture of PW's and officers working. Some of the PW's looked ghostly and tired. One of them took a look at her and then looked away as if he knew what had happened. Once they reached a desk with a clerk behind it he shoved her into the seat facing the clerk, "Got a felony thief charge here for you."
The office worker looked up. He arched a brow and gave an indifferent sigh, "Another? Very well. Name, please." He looked at her as if she annoyed him for having gotten arrested.
She looked around as she was lead to where she was needed to be, almost tripping on her own feet a few times with as fast as he paced. She cringed in pain when she was sat down, looking at the man asking for her name then back up to the man whom was the absolute devil to her. " Nym...Nymthra...Pelora..." She nearly stuttered trying to be clear so she wouldn't have to repeat herself.
"Nymthra Pelora..." the man pushed his glasses up as he looked at the screen and pulled up her record, "This looks like it's your first conviction, right?" He looked at Blake who shrugged his shoulders with disinterest. The clerk looked annoyed again, enough that Officer Blake snorted and then excused himself from their little meeting. The Enforcer was gone, which left her in the chair talking to the clerk, "First time offenders get a mandatoy sentence of one year. How do you plead?" His eyes went to her. He looked... bored, as if he was eager to finish their conversation so that he could go to lunch.
When the officer left she lowered her head with a sense of relief, yet defeat, pressing her knees together tightly. When asked of her plea, she muttered out truthfully, "Guilty..."
She felt responsible for all of this just because she rambled to Lenny about being hungry and wishing for more food. She felt all this would of never happened if she would of kept her wishful thoughts to herself. Stealing food was a normal, but it was always the lower end places of the slums where no one cared that they could usually get away with it.
"Very good," the clerk clearly didn't want to waste time with half heartedly seeming to address a plea of innocence. He made a motion to someone in the back of the room that appeared with what seemed to be a limp piece of ribbon. The clerk looked at his watch, "It is three forty-seven in the morning, Nymthra Pelora, you are charged with one year of mandatory prison work. During such time subsequent violations of any and all laws, including that of your probation, will result in an extended sentence. You are assigned to," he peered at the glow of his computer screen and then looked back to her, "Captain Marshal Riot. He will give you your assignments as necessary. You are to fulfill your assignments satisfactorily. Any subpar performance can and will result in an increased sentence term. Do you understand?" He took the ribbon-like device from the woman, who disappeared back to her desk at the other side of the room, and started to set its dials. Somehow his glasses had slid forward, to the end of his nose, while he made the adjustments to the ribbon-like device. It all seemed complicated and touch screen, but he had done it so often he might have been able to do it in his sleep. He sounded like he could have recited what he was saying to her as an afterthought. The fact that she had been crying didn't seem to be something he had noticed. Or maybe he just didn't care. People tended to cry when they were arrested.
Her light crystal blue hues observe what was going on around her. Once she lifted her head back up to listen to her sentence being read out to her, she nodded her head. "I understand..." she felt relief that she wasn't being placed back with that horrible man whom raped her. As the adjustments were being set she asked quietly to the man in hopes he would hear her out. "Is... there a punishment to enforcers for doing things against their duties?"
"Like what?" he said before he stood up, moving over to her to kneel so that he could wrap the ribbon around her neck. It was like a choker with a single smooth, oval stone. It was all touch screen technology, thanks to their alien invaders. He continued, "Enforcers have quotas and rules and regulations." He said it as though he thought she was idiotic for not knowing it.
"Rape..," she whispers as he came close, not making eye contact as he kneeled infront of her, not struggling or fighting with him as he placed the choker around her frail neck. The look of pure exhaustion and near broken spirits riddled her face, though she tried to keep the apperiance of seeming strong and not weak, she was always taught to not show her weaknesses so freely but it was becoming harder to hide with tears swollen behind her eyes.
"Get in touch with the civil service department," the feel of the ribbon tightened. He slipped two fingers under it as one would a dog collar, testing that it wasn't too tight, before his hand slid away, "Any attempt to dismantle or damage the unit will result in an alarm and additional time added to your sentence. Do you understand?" When he saw that her eyes were getting glassy he blinked at her, "Look, the sooner we get this over with, the better. The first year isn't so bad and you know... it'll pass a lot quicker if you keep your head down and your mouth shut."
Nods her head in understanding to him about the collar, she held her breath for a moment to his comment on how it wouldn't be so bad, turning her gaze to look over to him with pursed lips before she replied followed with another question. "Ok... So... when do i meet this Riot guy?"
"Well, don't forget to talk to civil services if you, uh," he looked at her slightly dissheveled form before he continued, "need to." When she asked about meeting Riot he stood back up, "His shift doesn't start for a few hours so we'll put you in a holding cell. Then when he comes in there's a load of paperwork that needs to be done. So it's an easy five hours until you have to deal with him."
She nods to his reminder. "I won't forget... I won't let that ass get away with his crime just as I'm being punished for mine," she said it under her breath. Hearing about her assigned parole officer being a busy man she began to wonder if the cells would be an alright place to rest, she had heard diffrent storys but she hoped it was atleast a break from the madness so she could finally have time to cope with the death of her friend. She was starting to feel numb to everyting. "Alright... " she was quite easy to work with, especially since she knew the person working on getting her signed in didn't want to be there just as much as her.
"Officer Gleson," the clerk waved his hand and the PW Enforcer came at the call. He looked at her and then to the clerk before he was commanded, "She is waiting to meet her assigned Enforcer. Please take her to holding cell five until further notice. Thanks." Gleson nodded and then looked at her, waiting for her to stand. There was no jerking of her bound wrists as Blake had done. Instead his hand barely touched her elbow as he guided her along the halls, eventually coming to cel number five. There were already seven other inmates there, all looking to be collared. Half of them regarded her with disinterest before shutting their eyes and going back to sleep. He unbound her hands before letting her enter.
She followed the lead of the officer, a sigh of relief hitting her hard when she realized he wasn't going to harm her. She never delt with so many of those with the law. Once in her cell she took a glance around, looking for a free spot, not bothering to speak to any one there she looked to the officer giving him a weak smile. "Thanks..." She said to him, feeling he needed that for being so easy with her. She found a small place to settle herself curling in as tight as she could to herself once she settled down to the floor to sleep.
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Post by RIOT on Apr 19, 2015 13:15:28 GMT -5
It was hours later, eight a.m., when Captain Marshal Riot arrived at the station. When he came down the hall it was with a clip of polished boots, stopping outside the bars of the cell. When the door buzzed and swung open he called, "Nymthra Pelora?" Upon first sight of him, Riot was a man that was taller but looked even more so because of his lean build. His oval face had features which appeared effeminate. The cheekbones were high and sharp, his lips pressed in a cool, impatient line as he looked to the group of PW that were in the cell.
She had stayed to herself the entire time being in that cell with the other PW's. She had fallen asleep with her arms wrapped around her knee's tightly pressing them into her chest, with her head resting ontop. Hearing her name she nearly instantly snapped up, her body jerking and her legs kicking out like a spring being let loose from its tight coil.
"Huh?! Wha?... oh....erm...thats me.." She replied raising her hand slowly getting up, her hands placing to her sides as she arched her back to get a kink out. She looked rough, she held bags of dark circles under her eyes from stress and little sleep, but her soft features remained. Dull crystal blue hues looked up to Riot studying him for a moment awaiting him for his orders before she would speak any further.
"Step forward," he withdrew a file out from under his arm and looked from it to her, "Felony food thief charges. One year." It wasn't a question, but a statement. Maybe it was the last moment she had to try to persuade him or anyone else that the charges were wrong though it didn't seem like anyone would have taken her appeal seriously. When she had gotten within arm's reach he reached out to her shock collar, placing his thumb beneath it and then his index and middle finger on top of it. There was a soft whirling sound followed by a single beep. A muffled, polite voice came from the black oval, "Incentive device activated. Felon: Nymthra Pelora. Enforcer: Marshal Riot. Current sentence is 365 days. Current disciplinary actions: none. Current income from prison work: zero." Riot's hand slid away from her neck, "Follow me." He turned from the cell and stepped towards the hall. As soon as she left it the metal bars slid shut behind her.
She stepped forward as told to, shoving her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, she listened to him, lowering her eyes with a sense of embarrasment and disgrace. The moment he reached out for her collar, like instinct she almost stepped back but his fingers caught the collar before she could even judge his actions. Her teeth gritted to the sound then the voice surprised her, it was her first tim having such a thing on her, and she never messed with the PW's she always stuck to her little family and clicks of things it was easier that way. Being told to follow she done so, jumping with a slight squeek to the slam of the bars behind her. She nearly skipped in her step to catch up to him, leaning to the side to try seeing his face the best she could. "Um..."
RIOT was embroidered on the left hand pocket of his uniform. He could feel her eyes observing him curiously, "I see that this is your first conviction," his attention went to her. He was older than her, perhaps by ten years. Marshal Riot was attractive in the same way that a blade was. In terms of flesh and blood his features were neat and with a steady diet, he had a healthier look about him than most of the men she would know. Beyond that, he was blessed with eyes made of cool, pale blue with dark, short eyelashes framing them so that it seemed he looked down and through her when he was only glancing, "Are you literate? Have you any skills I should take into account before I assign you?"
She was almost startled by his start in a conversation, though it was ment for business. "Um... yes..." she answered nervously. "I can't...I can't think of anything right now..."
"Have you any skills?" His stirde came to an abrupt halt as he turned to look at her, "Can I put you behind a counter or not? Or do you need to be on trash detail?" There seemed to be a sharpening of his voice, the threat of impatience starting to grow behind it.
Nearly ran into him when he came to a stop she backed up quickly, her heart nearly skipping a beat with fear. " I... Ican run fast, um... my writing is not that good, um ummm." She stumbled and stuttered on her words clearing her throat, shrugging into her hoodie. "I er... I can sew and cook..."
"Sew? There should be a place for you in the textile factory. Or the kitchen." His thin, dark eyebrows came together at her stammer before he turned, "I will assign you to Unit 4 housing. Hurry up." The clip of his stride was a long one. Soon they went down the spiral staircase to the parking deck where he opened the back door to his car. There was a mesh of bars between the front two seats of the car and the back, "I'll take you immediately. Once you are there you can contact whomever you want to have your things brought over."
Coming to the vehical she halted a few feet away staring at the vehicial and then to him. She started to step back slowly having memories of the other officer. Something about Riot had her stomach in small knots though he seemed professional enough. She looked around the parking deck as if looking for a route of escape.
He turned to look at her, surprised by her hesitation. She was young, he could tell, and though he was annoyed at having to explain so much to her, the fear about her was tangible. One of his hands stayed at the top of the open door to his vehicle as he looked at her, "Nymthra, get in the car... please." The last word said with the first hint of gentleness she had gotten since her arrest.
Hearing the soothing sound in calm of her voice she swallowed hard, lowering her chin some before stepping forward back toward him and the vehicial. As she passed him to slip into the seat, her gaze turned abit to look up to him then back back away quickly. She didn't say anything in responce to all of this. Once in the seat she placed her seat belt on, then ran her fingers through her mess of crimson hair to smooth it out the best she could so she didn't look like a complete mess.
He shut the door after she was settled and then climbed into the driver's seat. Riot was neat, orderly. There were no loose paperrs anywhere and it seemed that everything inside his car was polished and clean. Unlike Blake or the other enforcers, his rank was higher. There was some silver simple decoration below his name that signified his rank as captain. As he drove her along the route to Unit 4 housing he spoke, "You will have a two mile radius from where you live and work that you will be permitted to travel in. Anything beyond that will result in a shock. If your collar goes off too many times in a row it sends an alarm to me and the nearest station to come see you. Don't try to tamper with it, okay?"
She listened to him carefully but deep inside she wasn't taking him serious. Her hand reached up lightly touching the collar to feel it around her neck. A job, a home, and an income did not sound to bad, but she knew there was a catch to it all. It was why her father and her slum family kept to the shadows and kept away from enforcers.
"Ok..." she replied softly. She plotted since they were away from the station of what he action plan would be as soon as the door would open.
The income was nothing. She was basically slave labor, after all. Highly controlled and regulated slave labor. Given the necessities and the forfeit of a lot of her basic human rights. The slum housing was approached and he parked in front of it, climbing out of the car and opening the door for her. The doors locked automatically to keep criminals from escaping the back of his car so he had to open it for her. "I'll show you your assignment." There as a file tucked neatly to his side. Riot seemed simple and calculated, more like a robot than a person.
She looked to him as he opened the door stepping out slowly, once out she place some space between them. She looked around at her surroundings eyeing out a clearing. "Ok..."
"This way," he motioned towards the building, turning her file in his hand as he spoke, "Tomorrow you will have a notice of where you will begin reporting for work. Your employer sends us a record of your performance which I will review with you at the end of every week. If you performance is poor enough it will result in additional time in the prison work detail. If your performance continues to be an issue then you will serve the remainder of your sentece in jail in a cell you share with ten other people." The last part seemed like a warning for her wandering, plotting eyes. Marshal Riot opened the front door of the building for her.
She slowly followed behind him, listening to him talk. Before he could open up the door she bolted to take off in a dash to get away. She wasn't going to believe him that some alien technology could really keep her from getting away. She had only hoped that he was so preoccupied from talking and going for the door that he wouldn't follow her. If her thoughts might be correct... than he was bluffing about the shock.
It was about the corner of the building before the shock hit her. The feeling of electricity was, at first, like a numbness before it intensified and caused her muscles to clinch and then drop her to the ground. Riot didn't even dash to pursue her, but walked patiently over to her once she was writhing. With a slow motion he crouched infront of her, his voice cold and irritated, "That's the only one you get, Pelora. After that, I'll be adding to your sentence."
She seized up in her tracks, feeling her form become numb for a moment before shrilling out in electrifying pain, dropping to her knees, over to her side, and then into a fetal pained position. When the shocking calmed she laid there still in pain, breathing heavily. Shivering. His words made her whimper slowly, trying to gather herself up. As she came to her knees she couldn't help but send her hand out in a swing to slap him in response to her stress.
She was exhausted. The night in jail wasn't good rest. On a better rested night, one where she wasn't aching from everything in the world falling on her shoulders, she might hand landed the slap. But the sway of her body and maybe a somewhat predictable response had him blocking the slap and then turning his hand to catch her by the wrist, "Come on, Pelora, you have work to do." When he stood up his pull on her wrist was like a magnet pulling her to her feet.
She whimpered out a little louder hissing her teeth in pain as she was pulled to her feet. Her wrist in his hand made her fingers curl in to a fist. Once up she attempted to jerk her arm free if he would allow her. "No!" she responded. "This isn't right!"
"Stealing is illegal, a felony." He took three steps and then glared at her, the grip on her wrist tightening until it would hurt, "I understand that this is upsetting for you, but I don't have time to baby you about this. You need to pull yourself together or you'll end up with more time on your sentence."
She gritted her teeth looking at him with those crystal blues of hers with pain, but trying not to show it. She stepped forward reaching to yank the file out from under his arm to fling the papers everywhere before she decided to go ahead with him.
The papers went into the air. Riot's grip on her wrist couldn't get any tighter, but he released her to reach into his jacket pocket, withdrawing what looked like a cellphone. Typing on the screen it was moments later that a sharp, brief buzz of electricity went with her and the voice at the connector chip cooed, "For civil disobediance your sentence has been extended one month. Current sentence time is one year and thirty days." Marshal nodded towards the papers and then looked at her expectingly. His hand was posed over the glass screen of his hand held device.
She shrieked out from the pain of being shocked her hands placing to her neck over the collar. "Damn it..." She whispered under her breath trying to keep herself steady, shivering. She looked to him then down to the paper, unwilling to but doing it anyways she started picking up the files eyeing them over with quick glances as she gathered them.
He held his hand out until she placed them back with him. His eyes were steady, unflinching. For a moment he stared at her and said nothing before the words formed, "Are you quite through with your temper tantrum? Good, let's get you situated." He started ahead of her, scanning his metal bracelet at the entrance which cause the thick metal lock of the grungy building to relent, the door swining open for their entry.
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Post by RIOT on Apr 19, 2015 13:21:10 GMT -5
Once inside he went down the hall. Some of the tiles were damages and in need of repair and half of the lights needed to be replaced. About half way down there was a reception desk where a scrawny man picked his teeth as he stared at the security cameras. Upon seeing Riot he went to attention, standing up.
"Sir! Good evening, Sir."
"Good evening. I have another tenant for you. Nymthra Pelora." He set the file down atop of the desk and waited as the gentleman shuffled around the desk, producing a bracelet whose information was logged into her file. "Thank you." Marshal turned to her and then motioned to the end of the hall.
It was up two sets of stairs. On the second floor some of the windows were broken out and a mouse scurried across the floor when the passed the entrance. At the door of her assigned room, 202, he stopped and reached into his jacket pocket, holding out a metal bracelet which was somewhat like his except that it looked more tattered with scratch marks over the metal.
"This bracelet is your key in and out of the building, to your room, and also to your meal plan. You are covered for two meals a day and it is only the meals served in the food lines at the court." It would mean a lot of discarded foods from the restaurant or whatever else could be boiled into chow. He continued, "If you put your index finger and middle finger against your chip it will read your print and recite to you basic information. It has a directory and will also answer other, basic questions, such as directions to your place of employment."
Marshal opened his file, smoothing one of the papers she had damaged, "Your assignment is the textile building three blocks away. Your shift leader is Helene Vargas. You will be working third shift so your hours will be from 10pm to 8 am." Everyone tended to work the ten hour shifts. He wet his lips before adding the final part, "At the end of every week for the first three months Helena will give me progress reports which may or may not be used against your Prision Work Sentence. Your PW restrictions are the standard pleasure restrictions. No sex, no drinking. Is... everything understood?" His head lowered but his eyes remained on her with the last question.
Entering into the building she looked around. She was unfazed by the conditions, and the vermin running about. Her hands fidgets with the sleeves of her hoodie looking around with observing eyes. Once they where upstair with his lead of direct, she listened to his words on what she needed to know of the basics of this place, snagging the braclet once she heard what it was for. She maneuvered the braced around between her fingers looking it over.
"Yeah..." She replied turning her gaze up to the door for a moment then back to him. "Will you be coming around on a regular basis? " she asked curiously.
"That bracelet will cost a dollar to replace, so don't lose track of it." Considering that she made five cents a day, that was nearly a month's worth of work. His posture was so straight it was like he was a fencer preparing to stare down his opponent. When she inquired about him coming around he blinked, "No, just once a week and it will be during your shift at the textile factory. I won't be checking on you here unless there is reason. Go ahead, put your bracelet by the door knob, I want to make sure that it opens before I go."
A sigh of relief struck her knowing he wouldn't be just walking in on her at any time. She slipped the bracelet on looking it over a little more before returning her gaze to him. She studied him over he seemed different then normal people. So pristine, collective, ocd.... Just...odd. "Umm OK..." She looked to the bracelet then to the door to the place where she needing to place the bracelet to get in. She raised her wrist up and waited for the door.
There was a low sound, like the lock inside was groaning that it had to be bothered with opening for her at all before the latch made a metal "clack" and the door was unlocked. RIOT, as his embrodiered name tag read, watched her as the door swung open and then managed a weak smile for her, "Good to see you are settled. They will allow you one free phone call downstairs to arrange for someone to bring you your things, if you have any. Any questions?" Clincial. Cold. The words didn't sound like they were meant for her but that he had said them so often he could have said it in his sleep.
She placed her hand on the now opened door, turning to him when he asked his question. She stared at him for a moment before gathering up the nerve to ask him. "What...are you?" The curiosity in her voice was strong. She stepped back some into the door past the thresholds, her brows knit together with thought.
"I'm an Enforcer, Captain rank." Did he know what her question really was, and was just giving her a cold response? His eyes stayed on her face and then he bowed his head to her, slowly, "Goodnight, Ms. Pelora. I suggest you leave early for your shift tomorrow to account for the time you will need to get there as you should." RIOT turned from her and started towards the stairs. From that angle, it was clear that the height of his form almost filled the doorway.
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Post by RIOT on Apr 26, 2015 16:50:14 GMT -5
Her room was fifteen by ten foot space with a single, ratty mattress that rested on a thick, old metal frame that looked as if it had been built during the great war. There was a sink and a toilet in the corner, but the showers were all community and were down the hall. An old metal cabinet that looked like it used to be able to be locked at one time sat in the corner, one door partly open on its rusty hinges. She had one window which had no window panes but a metal shudder that rolled down from the top like a garage door.
Everyone who lived in the building was a PW. If she had any doubts, the sight of them would resolve that. Each person was wearing the same collar as she was. They milled about in groups and some just kept to themselves in their rooms, mostly. Around 9:30 she headed to the textile factory, where Shift Master Helena waited for her to arrive.
The textile factory was massive. It was one of the demanding industries because prisoners and prison workers needed clothes to work their shifts. Right now they were all busy making canvas bags, canvas pants and some tents as necessary. The sewing machines were massive and promised to stitch right through someone's hand if they got in the way. It was a five story building. Helena was on the second story. She carried a clipboard and a pen. Dressed neatly, but her clothes were worn. She might have been the only free employeed Wherldian there. Almost all of the others had collars and the vast majority of the employees were workers. The enormous room was noisy with the whirling sound of sewing machine gears and the punch-punch of the needles dipping in and out of the fabric. Once she entered the main room Helena approached her quickly.
"Who are you, then?"
She startled awake after sleeping from the time she got to her room till it was time to start heading in to her work. She made haste to clean herself up the best she could without taking a shower but a quick rub down of a ratty old rag and some soap and water it all smelt funny and disgusting but she couldn't complain to try extra scrubbing from the grossness of what was the remains of the officer from the other night. Dressed and out the door she went following the directions of where the collar told her to go, entering into the factory she looked around with studying eyes only to land onto the woman approaching her in a haste. " Nym...nymthra pelora..." She replied in a stutter almost. The loud sounds of the machines was almost dizzying.
"That's right," she said looking down at her clipboard and then back to her, "I was told that you know how to sew." Her eyes dropped to look at Nymthra's hands and then her attention went back to her face, "These machines aren't that different from the sorts that homeowners use. They're just on an industrial scale. You get a half an hour lunch and one fifteen minute break a day. My name is Helena, I've been the Master Shift Manager here for ten years, so I've heard every excuse in the book there is so don't try me." Some of the people working the machines looked up when they saw her. A few even offered her small, slight smiles in greeting.
Nods her head listening to Helena, she took note of those giving her the grace of smiles she even offered her own, but when it came to the thought of using a machine she rose her hand innocently for a question.
"Yes?" She was already turning from her though, waving her with one hand that she should follow her to a station/
"Umm I... I've. Never used a machine before...everything I've ever done is by hand.." She admitted taking a step forward to follow. She didn't know how the woman would react to that. With all this machines and technology she had always stuck to doing things the old fashioned ways. The ways her father taught her and other women that helped raise her over the years.
"Then you can be in the touch-ups department. They do the final stitches that the machines can't do." She said, waving at one or two employees before making a sharp turn down the rows of tables. Past a waist-high room dividers were women sitting in rows with needles and thread. She turned to look at Nymthra and then managed to smile at her, "We'll start you here and then progressively get you trained on the machinery."
She followed to keep up with the woman's pace looking to everyone she passed. Her mind reverted her to thought of what her father is going to say to her when she finally gets the nerve to try contacting him. Coming to the room with the women sewing away she looked to Helena nodding her head. " alright... " she said not giving lip to this woman, she seemed nice enough and trust worthy, but she still kept her thoughts to herself. "What is it that we are making?" She asked curiously
"Right now they are working on the in seam to come of the courier bags. This is Janet, she'll be working with you." She motioned to Janet, who was a mousey woman about Nymthra's age with her thin black hair pulled back in a messy bun. When Helena made the motion between them, which was sort of an introduction, she smiled meekly and then waved hello. One of her hands pulled out the chair beside her as Helena continued, "Janet will you please get Nymthra situated so she can begin working on the bags with you? Great. I'll check back in with you two in a bout an hour."
She look to the pulled out seat then between Janet and Helena for a moment. She clears her throat then quickly takes the seat looking at the station she was assigned to, what items where available for her to use. Her lips pursed into a hard line lowering her chin, she was having the feeling of defeat settling in her gut to be here.
Helena smiled curtly and then, clipboard in hand, she turned around and walked the rows of employees, checking on their handiwork. Janet smiled at Nymthra, "Don't worry, isn't as bad as it seems. See," she reached over and pulled one of the canvas bags to her, "You got to make these five stitches here that the big machines can't get to. It's your regular tack-job you know. Nothin' to it." She smiled warmly and then stood up, putting an arm full of bags in front of her and then pointing to a bin that was on the floor, "After you get them stitched at the handle you put them in that bin and when it's full you slide it across the walkway to that table there. They secure the button on the front there after we do the tackin'."
Once Helena left she looked to Janet as the woman spoke up to her, she listens to the directions of what she was suppose to do. She took in every word of the instructions being given with a thoughtful hum. Her head nodded. " looks simple... " she took one of the bags up looking it over seeing where the stitches were being made, then over to the work Janet was doing. " that's odd... " she stated as she looked over the work.
"Whatcha in for? Me? I didn't pay my taxes three years and I was on the streets before they got me. I've got three years. It's my second go around as a PW." She grinned like it was a perverse joke and then sat back down, peering in the direction Nymthra was when she spoke, "What's odd?"
She perked her head hearing Janet's story a frown came to her lips as she took hold of a hook needle and some thread. She started to sew as she conversed for a moment her eyes nearly not watching her work as she looked to Janet then down to some of the finished bags. "I'm in for stealing food... First time... I have a year and twenty nine days now.." She made quick work of the bag she had in hand tying and tucking the knot. " what's odd is how they want you to make your stitches for the touch up. " she handed over her finished bag pointing out her tight near seamless stitch it was nearly hard to even notice a stitch was made. " if you roll the fabric just a hair over in your stitch its like it was never even needed.... Less fraying, and the stitch will hold for a life time."
"I dunno, maybe they have a reason for it. I don't mind doin' it your way though, it's way less work!" Janet said with a laugh, eyeing what she had done before she reached for the next bag and tried it herself, 'Laura and Persephone are here for food stealing too but Laura got five years on account of assaulting one of the enforcers. He got six stitches!" Janet laughed like it was a joke and then smiled at Nymthra again, "Whose your enforcer, anyway?"
She gave a faint smile and started on another after tossing the first she finished into the bin. " I...I think his name is Riot? Its what his name plate said on his uniform..." She mumbles finishing another and tosses it working on a third.
"Ohhhh you got a captain. But I only know a little of him." Janet whistled to the table that was across the walkway, where two women were busily putting the buttons on the bags. One of them looked up at Janet before she spoke, "You girls know a Riot Enforcer?"
"Oh, yea!" The blond hand exceptionally curly hair and thin lips, like the beak of a bird, "He's a weird one, that guy. I heard that he's part Ocian."
"Don't be tellin' lies!" The girl next to her elbowed her.
"S'not a lie, just a rumor. I don't care what he is, he's gorgeous like a doll!" The curly haired one laughed and then Janet looked back to Nymthra with a shrug.
Outside in the patrol car, blake adjusted his crotch, squinting at some of the large windows of the textile factory before the young rookie sitting next to him spoke up, "What are we doin' here?"
"Huh?" Blake looked at the rookie and then put the patrol car in drive, "Nothing. But I think I got someone I want you to meet."
She listened to the girls gossip about Riot her eyes roll. " you all are insane... He is so...stiff.. And ocd its sick.. He looks like a robot...its disgustingly disturbing... " sighs thinking a moment remembering his features, his cold stature game her chills in the though of what possible things may lay in his mind. " I bet he is a murderer...." She stated with a chuckle. Several dozen bags later she stood up stretching her back sighing looking up to the big posted clock in the room. " when is break?"
"That's why he's Ocian!" The curly blond, Laura, said. She smiled and put her hands up in the air to illustrate her point, "How tall do you think he is? Ever meet a Wherldian that tall? Never! Then he just seems, I don't know, kinda of odd! He has to be part alien." She snorted when she laughed.
Helena came over to the ladies, looking at Laura so sharply that her hands dropped instantly to her bag to sew. She frowned, "Everything okay?"
"Oh, yes ma'am! My hands just needed a good stretch is all." Laura opened and closed her hands again several times to illustrate. Helena waited until all of them appeared diligently sewing before she broke away.
Janet spoke, "You don't get break for another three hours and that's for five minutes if you have to pee. Two hours after that is lunch and then there's a ten minute two and a half after that. All the breaks are staggered so I don't go the same time as you. That way production doesn't slow."
The voice of Helena made her jump, instantly sitting herself back down sewing once again. "Well thats just unfair... " she whispered as Helena was walking away. "I thought it was a thirty minute and a fifteen minute..." She sighs frowning , but then the thought back to their conversation on riot reverted back to her mind. " is it even possible for some one to be half alien? I thought our two different species wouldn't allow it..and I thought the Ocians didn't look at us in that way..."
"That's why Laura is full of crap and you shouldn't listen to her. She'll tell you anything... and," Janet said with a small, secretive smile, "I do think she believes everything she says. Atleast it helps pass the time, if you know what I mean."
Laura stuck her tongue out at Janet from her table, "We can't all be in love with our enforcer like you are!"
"Someone to meet?" The rookie was named Ryan. He was, maybe, just twenty. Blake was in his late thirties with lines at the corners of his eyes and dark short hair pressed under his cap.
"Yea, you know, one of the felons."
"Why would you take me to meet a felon?"
Blake adjusted the rearview mirror as he watched the textile factory grow smaller and smaller. Tomorrow they'd have to pay her a visit. Out of the daze of his thoughts he looked back to Ryan, "Cause felons are a lot of fun to have around?" Ryan looked at him, clearly not understanding, but deciding to smile anyway.
She furrowed her brows in thought of that. " why would you fall for an enforcer...their scum..." She sharply said. From there she kept silent the rest of her time there even through her breaks. She had a lot on her mind and a nice shower as well. When her shift was over she stood and pushed her 14th full bin back for those doing the buttons, before leaving she gave Janet a soft smile, but still no word. She made her way out getting to the side walk looking down the ways trying to remember which way she came from the morning light was barely peeking into the slums, but she enjoyed the quiet twilight mornings like this. She was exhausted her eyes straining and blood shot. She placed her fingers to her collars device setting it for directions back to her living quarters, and started her way. As she walked she reached up to her crimson locks running her fingers through her straight hair brushing out the tangles, before gathering up as much as she could forming a pony tail, a rubber band on her wrist twisting and looping to hold her hair in place. She thought on her walk about how numb she was feeling about everything that has been happening within the course of a few days... Her dad must of been worried sick, her friends also....but one...one wasn't there to worry any more. " Lenny... " she whispered stopping for a moment in her tracks closing her eyes, placing her hands over her face mentally telling herself not to cry in public.
"Huh?" Janet paused and then smiled and gave a small shrug, "Lots of them are, but not Henry. He's honest and kind, he wants people to do better and he's always got this smile for me. I think when we-" Janet's back straightened as she felt the warning hum from the collar.
Laura crowed, "Don't think about your boyfriend too much or you'll end up on the floor!
Lenny. She had met Lenny three years ago when he was a fourteen year old kid. Even then he had been fourteen, he had been fast even then. He had won his way into her affection and that of others with the lightening way that he could scale a chain link fence. Lenny never got old, he never got sick or any of that. He was always going to be that lanky, grinning, seventeen year-old boy to her. Maybe he had a crush on her, maybe that was why he occasionally gave her some of the food he stole.
She inhailed deeply and let out a sigh gathering herself and choking back her tears. She lowered her hands looking around for a moment to remember where she was going. She straightened her shirt and headed on down the way finally making it to the complex. "Ugh...home sweet home...I guess.." She dreaded each step making her way to the door.
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Post by RIOT on Jun 23, 2015 14:09:36 GMT -5
Work all night, sleep all day. It was 4 pm when she woke up next. Almost a full eight hours of sleep. The light crawled through the half shut metal garage-door shutters to her window. The sink was sort of like a clock where there was a constantly leak that caused a tap-tap of water droplets to announce the passage of time. There were always sounds in Unit 4. People upstairs shuffling and hurrying. Babies cried, some kids screamed and then there were the usual arguments between people. Sometimes, like a small peak of sunlight in the clouds, people laughed. It was the same kind of laugh that Janet and Laura had where they laughed at things that were misfortunate because somehow they had started to seem funny or expected. There was only two hours until her next shift.
She rubbed her hand across her face as if trying to rub the sun shine away. Slowly she sat up rubbing her head scrunching her hair in her hand. Up and out of bed she slipped with a groan adjusting her spaghetti strapped top, and then slipping her slacks onto her legs before jumping up to button them.
"I suppose I should call my dad now... Maybe he will be happy I'm alive and less pissed I'm a prisoner..." She mumbled to herself.
With as warm as it was she found no need to put another top on just to go down stairs to make a phone call. She slipped on her shoes and made her way out of her unit heading for down stairs. Her top was appropriate but it still showed her curves of her upper form, her slacks just hug to her hips loosely. Blackish purple bruises with a yellow hue of healing were showing from her scruff with the Enforcer the other night they where still sore but she paid little mind. She was an average build with a curvy form there were signs of tone in her muscles from all the surviving she had done to steal, run, and pull herself to high places, though she was thinner then what she needed to be due to lack of nourishment.
Downstairs the PW at the desk that had checked her in her room looked up when she approached. He gave a sort of bitter smile. Most of the PW's had those. Bitter smiles. His ankles had been crossed and propped up on the desk but he dropped those when she approached, "What's up?" He said, drumming his fingertips atop the desk.
She came to the desk placing her hands onto the counter, her head tilted slightly to the side. " I want to place my phone call please...to my father "
"You get one for free. Phonecalls are a penny for every five minutes goin' forward," he lifted the anicent rotary phone off the desk and then set it in front of her. Wasn't even wireless and looked heavy enough to be a murder weapon, "Goodluck."
Nods, reaching for the phone and picks up the receiver, placing it to her ear. She slowly dialed the number waiting for it to ring in and access and answer.
"Hello?" The voice sounded rough. When she greeted him, his voice exploded, "NYMTHRA PELORA WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN? Do you have any idea what I have been doing to try to find you? For Christ's sake I thought you were dead!"
She jerked the phone from her ear when he yelled. "Owww..." Slowly placed the phone back to her ear. "Dad... I'm sorry... A lot has happened and I haven't had the chance 'til today... To call you..." She swallowed hard. "I've been arrested," she admitted unable to avoid telling her father. "And dad... Lenny... He..."
"Do you know what I've done to find you? The places I've called, the people I've tracked down? Holy shit." There was the crackle over the speaker as he exhaled. When she said she was arrested he barked, "What!? What do you mean you've been arrested? Put Lenny on the phone. I'm gonna beat his skinny little ass."
A weak smile cracked to her lips hearing her father stress she knew it was because he loved her, but the moment he demanded to speak to Lenny she let out a small gasp, covering her mouth for a moment turning her back to the PW at the desk. "Dad... I... I can't... he... he can’t."
"Put that asshole on the phone right now! You two were supposed to look out for each other so if he isn't God damn arrested with you then he sure as Hell should be!"
"Lenny is dead!" She snapped, not knowing any other way to tell him. It made her sick to her stomach, her eyes swollen with tears ready to flow, she constantly rubbed her fingers under her eyes to prevent any one from seeing her cry. "We... we were getting food from the up side of the city... and we got caught... He went out a window... And... I... I don't know what else happend. I was caught and I saw him there on the ground when I was being taken out." After that explanation she started to clam up pressing her lips into a hard line.
It was so quiet that it seemed her father had hung up. Maybe he was holding his breath, or that it was just the sound of shock there. Stillness, like a dead line. The first sound was a slow draw of his breath and then a gentle, disappointed, "Fuck." Father and daughter were quiet with each other. The revelation that Lenny was gone was something that made even her father stumble, "L-Look, I'm going to figure a way to get you out of this. I don't know how... but I will. In the meantime, I'm going to get you some things and maybe one or two dollars on you, just in case of an emergency, okay?"
Nods her head even though her father couldn't see it. "OK... Thank you... Dad... there is one more thing..." She hesitated again for a moment and peeked over her shoulder before deciding not to tell him about the rape.
"I love you too, pumpkin. I'm gonna get this all straightened out somehow, okay?" The address she had to repeat twice as he wrote it down, "I'll bring as much of your stuff over as I can. I'll hide the money in the lid of your shampoo bottle, okay? Night."
"I... I love you... I have to go..." After telling him this she gave him the address of where she was soon enough hanging up before he could stall her. "Thanks," she said with a bleak tone to the PW before sliding the phone back to him. She stepped back heading for the door. "I'll just be outside for some fresh air..." That was an understatement for the word 'fresh'.
The man at the desk felt awkward. He was trying not to overhear, but with everything else being dead quiet and her talking to her dad right in front of him, there was nothing but for him to hear every word and polite pretend that he didn't. His smile was sympathetic and uncomfortable. When she stepped outside it looked darker than normal on account of the clouds that were heavy with the want to rain.
As soon as she was outside she went down the steps to the side walk, looking up to the sky. A glare to the clouds was given. "Stupid sky...can't there ever be any light?" She muttered, shoving her hands into her pockets. Everything weighed on her mind, all she wanted to do was run away from this place and be free again. It was better than to live as a slave, but she felt maybe it could be over sooner than what she was sentenced for the crime, her father knew his way around, and she never questioned why.
There was a buzz at her throat and the chime of a calm, polite voice from the mechanic oval at her throat, "Shift begin in twenty minutes."
"Fuck." She said with a gasp looking back at the door then down the way she needed to go. There was no time for her to go in to grab anything she may of needed for work. So she made a mad dash down the path to make it to the factory so she wouldn't be late. She hopped nothing would slow her down, she wanted to avoid being shocked again so soon.
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Post by RIOT on Jun 23, 2015 14:40:38 GMT -5
"Did you clock in?" Helena said to Avery, one of the few males that worked at the factory, "My sheet says you haven't clocked in. Go put your finger at the doorway and clock in before your shift," she growled, rolling her eyes. Holding up her clipboard, she looked for Nymthra's clock-in time. Janet was already back at sewing the handles of the canvas bags, but she was using Nymthra's method of it when she did so.
As soon ad she came in she made sure to clock herself in moving as fast as she could weaving through people to make it to her station. Once she sat she huffed a heavy breath of air, looking over to Janet with a soft smile. "It's looking good... Are you always here early?" She asked pulling her items in close and started up keeping her head down in hopes Helena wouldn't have a reason to get onto her.
"Are you kidding? I'm not gonna get a longer sentence. The longer I'm a PW the longer I can't be with Henry." Janet winked at her and then looped another line of the thread into the purse. Helena looked at the clock but... she wasn't technically late. So she frowned, said nothing and was quickly refocused on those that were late.
"I see... so if this Henry guy is your Enforcer... Does he feel the same for you as you do him? Like... How do you know?"
"I am almost sure he does!" She said with a smile. When she asked her how, or why she knew, Janet seemed to get nervous, "Cause... I don't know. He looks at me nicely. He does nice things. I'm pretty sure..."
Helena appeared at the table, looking annoyed, "Pelora, I don't know what you did you but you need to clock out and go chat with the Enforcer," she used her clipboard to point to the door. Janet smiled sympathtically to Nymthra, "Goodluck. Hopefully you won't get a sentence extension."
She tilted her head, slowing her sewing as she listened to Janet a smile warmly on her face to hear such light in the woman, she was a dreamer for the persuit to happiness. Maybe not all enforcers where bad, maybe they were actually just like the rest of them, not just a mask they wear to fool people to obey. She quickly jumped hearing Helena her head snapped up. "Huh?! Wait what? " She was confused, looking to Janet. "I don't know what I could have..." She grumbled laying her stuff down and stood, "Thanks Janet." She muttered as she walked on to clock out. Once she scanned out she flinched slightly as if seeing if it were a trick to get her shocked. Not noticing anything happening she made her way outside looking down to her tops waist trim, straightening out the clinging dirty white fabric. "I guess he might be pissed at me... " she spoke to herself in reference to Riot.
"Hey," Blake caught her by the arm and walked her back into the hall. His grip was firm and behind them, like the wake of a boat, was Ryan, "How yah doin', felon? You got a nice set up here for being a theif." There was the slightest hint of booze on his breath. Not like he had been drinking heavily, but like one or two had happened. Shortly after they reentered the building he jerked her into the men's restroom that was at the building's entrance.
She gasped, instantly pulling back as a reaction to the grab, but she was ushered along with a yank. "The hell?!" Speaking with surprise. "Le-let me go!" The man she had hoped to never see again, unless he was in a ditch, was there like a nightmare ripped out from her dreams. She snapped her head around seeing the new panic was settling in. "Stop this let me go!" Her heart was pounding her body slung forward with his jerk as she tried to resist, almost tripping over her own feet.
"Shut it or I'll report that you assaulted me. That'll add a year, you know? 'Ey, Ryan?" The rookie that hadn't met her before looked up when his name was spoken. "Lock the door, would you?" Ryan turned around and locked the bathroom door behind them, his back pressing against it as he looked at the two of them.
"You want another year on your sentence, in this place? And this is a nice place," Blake said, his hand grabbing her face, "Now get on your knees."
She pulled her arm away backing away toward the sink counter, trying to out some space between them, she looked to Ryan with a grit of her teeth before she spoke up when he locked the door. "You're really going to let him do this?!" She snapped, her body trembling with fear visibly. Her lips sealing together when Blake took her face into his hand. "No..." She sternly said jerking away sending her hand up to slap him. She much rather have her time expanded then to know the feel of his form in any part of her again.
"Shit," he said. Blake's eyes were still bruised from the broken nose, which had put his nose at a slant. Drawing his baton out from his belt line he grave her a crack in the ribs with it and then slid it back into the holster, "Sometimes it takes a minute."
"Is this ummm... okay?" Ryan said, shifting uncomfortable.
"It's a felon," Blake assured him, lifting up one hand, "It's not like she's a person anymore. She doesn't have anymore rights." His attention turned back to her as he reached for his gun to put it back into tazer mode, "I thought I taught you right the first time."
She let out a yelp quickly reaching back behind her at the counter for support to keep herself from falling to the pain. She whimpered out her head now hanging low, but she found the nerve to whimper out hatefully, "Go... to... Hell..." her words where shaky, trying to gain the breath she lost from the strike. "I might be a felon... But at least I'm not a no dick bitch who gets his peanuts off hurting people..." She spit at him.
The rookie blinked, almost fumbling his gun. There was the mechanical whirling of it as it began to charge up for the stun. He was biting his lower lip.
Another yelp at being slapped, her head whipped to the side with the crisp sound ringing in her ears. Her hands came up to grip his wrists when he grabbed her hair. She fell to her knees with one hand to catch her fall, her eyes tightly closed as she cried with pain. "Fu...f..f..fuck...you..." Tears were starting to stream her cheeks knowing she couldn't win this, she felt she was never going to be able to win against him.
"Anyway," he said, pulling his hand away from her to work at his belt to open it up, "I told our boss that if he wanted me to keep making our arrest quota and finish up all the paperwork that it was gonna take overtime." The metal click of his belt as it hung limp from being undone. He worked his pants down a few inches, just enough that she knew his intention, "But he says he doesn't want to approve the overtime because the department is over budget. So I say.. well, what do you want? You want reports or do you want people getting arrested? Boss just stares at me!" He laughed at the rookie and then looked at her expectingly. His hand opened up and the rookie put the charged gun in his hand. The nozzle of it was placed against the side of her head, "Go ahead, I don't have all night."
The violation and small talk went on through the abuse. Blake had his time with her and coerced the rookie into the act as well. It was clear the whole time that Blake was both hateful and indifferent. She'd done him wrong, ergo she deserved it. He was indifferent to her pain, to any suffering, and made it plenty apparent that her sentence would be extended or charges brought against her. Her violation had been half an hour, the Enforcers were on duty and had clocked out for their lunch break.
The whirling of her collar had started to sound near the end and had calmed and then stopped the moment they withdrew from her. She dropped to her side, unable to hold herself up. She hacked and coughed curling in on herself before she opened her eyes to fearfully look up at the monsters who tortured her.
"So I said that I was gonna need to get approved for some overtime and so he said... yeah, I was gonna get atleast five hours a week approved until your training is over and up to speed," Blake was tucking in the shirt of his uniform before he cinched in his belt. Ryan coughed and looked down at her, huddled on the floor.
"What do we do?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing, just leave her there and she'll get back to her shift at the factory. They're probably gonna write her up or whatever. Oh! You hungry? Our lunch break is almost over so we need to grab some fast food or something when we leave." Blake stepped over her huddled body, leaning down to whisper in her ear,
"Thanks for the good time. See you in a couple days." He reached down to give her exposed ass a little slap before he stood back up and went with Ryan to the sinks. The rookie looked at her over his shoulder a few times but ultimately followed Blake's lead. They washed their hands, unlocked the door to the men's restroom and left her huddled on the floor.
She laid there, unmoving, until they left. Once she no longer heard their slicked black shoes clicking to the floor and their voices faded she struggled with weakness to pull her pants back up the best she could. She then crawled her way to one of the stalls, shutting the door behind her as she tried standing, only to instantly double over the toilet, puking all that was in her stomach. As she finished she flushed the toilet and slowly lifting herself onto the seat, bringing her feet up with her hugging her knees in close to her chest. Her eyes blankly stared at the stall door. The only person she could have come to her mind now in only the means for help was her officer. "Riot..." She whispered under her breaths placing her fingers to the device on her collar.
"Captain Marshal Riot." The voice came over the oval device. His voice was so calm and even that it sounded as though it were prerecorded. The impression of her fingers and his name had opened the line of communication to him.
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Post by RIOT on Jun 23, 2015 14:49:26 GMT -5
She wasn't expecting to actually hear Riot from her collar speak out, her voice weak and cracked with painfully numb emotions and tears. "Captain..." she weakly spoke. "I... I need..." she stuttered slightly, but thought for a moment on if she should really tell him she needed him for help, and if he would actually help her. She spoke up again twisting some of her words. She feared if she said something to Riot, that Blake would hunt her down if he even just got a slap on the hand."I need... help... getting home... I'm... hurt..."
"Do you need a medic?" His voice didn't sound involved when he heard her speak. On his line of things, Riot was speaking into the device that looked like a cellphone as he got into his car. It was only her second day on the job and there were already issues? Maybe one of the machines at the factory had gotten to her. He started up the car, mentally considering what sort of forms might need to be filled out. The severity of her situation, clearly, unknown to him.
She thought for a moment before replying. "N...no... I just... I can't... I can't walk... I need help..."
"Pelora, it sounds like I should dispatch a medic. Did you report to your shift at the factory?" He looked down at the black screen, sliding his thumb over the glass of it to active its gps locator. It said she was still at work but there was no sound of the machinery. He punched in the address to his car and then directed its path that way. Ten minutes off.
"No... no... I... I just... Captain... please... just... please... come get me..." she said pursing her lips in thought. "I was... I was already relieved from... from work early..." A long truth turned short. She looked around not wanting to be found in the men's bathroom like this. She started to try to stand, slipping her feet down off the toilet seat. She stood and wobbled with pain. Holding her hand to her chest, she felt the pain of a few day old bruising being reinjured, it made it hard for her to breath at the moment. "I'll... I'll try to meet... meet you up front... ok?"
She had nearly forgotten she was speaking to an Enforcer Captain. She didn't care, she needed out and she was afraid the men would be waiting for her. She staggered her way out from the stall she hid in, looking to the mirror seeing, her face was a mess from the rape and her tears, a faint bruising was starting to form on her cheek from being slapped hard by Blake. "Great..." she muttered to herself, forgetting she was still speaking to Riot.
"I will be there shortly." There was a disconnect from his voice and who he was. The sound at her throat could have been anyone. An electronic friend that promised her the world. After parking he stepped into the front entrance of the factory and waited for her. Riot was tall and slender, like a swimmer. His clothing, his gear, the shine of his shoes, in a dirty city like Eau Noir, the executed perfection of his appearance was surreal. The sound of the door, the one to the men's restroom that adjoined the front entrance, had his attention. When it was her that emerged from it, a single, thin eyebrow arched before he walked towards her.
She cleaned her face the best she could from the mess that she was, fixing her hair the best she could to hide the forming bruise. It took her a moment to gather herself. By time she came out her gaze caught the sight of her officer. She stopped, staring at him with a blank expression that hid her fear and pain. The sound of the door slamming behind her made her jump slightly, forcing her to move forward as quickly as she could, which was more like a scuffled walk with a slight limp. She hurried to the back door of the vehicle, wanting to just get in and leave for the living quarters.
When she said nothing and walked for the car he followed her, moving to sit in the driver's seat. The car had started. It was a regular patrol car, where the doors locked and couldn't be open from the inside. His eyes went to the rear view mirror to look at her, "Nymthra, you must tell me what's wrong. There are many things going on that are against regulation."
Slipping into the car she nearly hissed in pain, the feel of being intruded so forcefully when she never had experienced the act willingly was painfully sore. Once in and settled, she leaned back and then to her side against the door, putting her chin to her shoulder and her forehead to the door's window. She heard his words, her eyes shifted to look to the rear view mirror to see his eyes peering back at her. She quickly snapped her look away from him closing her eyes tightly. "What... would it matter... if I tell you? Then my scentence is extended... if I don't it's extended... nothing is going to be done to fix this... I'm just a Felon after all..."
"Right..?" she said with a scoff trying to hold her emotions back.
"Not always," the way she moved caused his eyes to narrow. It wasn't in dislike, but in a finer tuned observation, "Did someone take advantage of you? We should see a medic and then file a claim with the civil service department if that has happened." He now turned around in his seat to view her more directly.
Hearing him call her out in his question, she shrugged deeper into her shoulders, bringing her hand up to cover her face for a moment in a heavy shakey sigh. "Please just... just drive... I want to go home..." she said, choking back tears trying to not look weak infront of him. "I can... I can take care of myself... I just... it was just... it's my fault..." she believed it because if it wasn't for her getting caught, or even doing her crime on that side of town in the first place she wouldn't be a felon. She would of just continued to be a shadow.
He had to pull up where her unit was on his phone and punch in the address before he could drive. If Riot looked upset or angry, he didn't show it. His lips were in a line until he spoke again, "Can you give me a name?" Another look at her in his rearview mirror. There was so much fight in her to give him any information. Her crying, her emerging from the men's restroom... Riot began to wonder if that entrance way would have security cameras he could pull up the log of.
The more he kept questioning her, the more she began to feel that maybe he would be able to actually help her. "Blake..." she said, loud enough for him to hear but soft enough that she felt like she was revealing a secret that could get her killed. Her eyes opened shifting her gaze back up to him, a frown planted on her lips.
"Just Blake?" There could have been thousands of men named Blake. If he worked at the factory it would take only a second to find out who it was, just on account of the male-female ratio there. When she frowned he urged her, gently, "Can you tell me anything else about him?" The car was in park, now. Unit 4 housing sat in front of them, now, like a grumpy parent waiting for their child to come home.
She sighed heavily, looking out the window her head rested against to watch the buildings pass by quickly as they head to Unit 4. "He was the Enforcer that arrested me..." she finally admitted in a cold, monotone voice before biting her jaw tight. Her arms hugged tightly around her and thought about his rookie... was he really to blame, to? Being constantly asked by Riot on the situation and for more details made her annoyed and sick to her stomach.
"I see." He might have seen her claming up. She might have given him all the information he needed to know. Or, upon hearing that it was an Enforcer, he simply stopped the inquiry of it. Whatever the reason, it was the last he pressed her about her aggressor. Now that they were parked outside her building he turned around to look at her, "Are you sure you don't need a medic?"
She looked up to the building with doe eyes for a moment before looking back to Riot. "No... I just... I don't want him to know... that I said something... I just want it to stop..." her tone toward the end was almost as if she was wanting to put a threat with it, but she bit her tongue well before that.
“Okay." He said before his door opened and he stepped out, grabbing the handle of her door and then opening it. It was in that moment that he observed her like an unemotional but imposing guardian, "I'll look into it."
Eyes follow him and looked up to him with that look of study, that thought struck her mind from the other ladies talking about him being half alien. She stared for a moment before shaking her head, slipping out of the seat. Though still in pain the ride home gave her time to rest, to gain the strength to actually have a normal walking pace with some winces here and there. As she stood up out of the car she looked up to him, to compare their height without words. Before looking to the door to her building.
Riot must have been atleast 6'3". Or maybe he just really looked it from his build. When her eyes were up at him, examining him carefully, his eyebrows knit as if to ask her what she was looking for, "Yes?" The question finally came as to what her eyes were searching for when she looked at him. Assuming, because of her experience, "I don't take advantage of women." She hadn't seemed defensive, but the stare she had for him was one he wasn't sure how to handle. He watched her make her look towards the building.
"Its nothing" she replied to him, before she could take a step up the stair case she she paused to his words about not taking advantage of women. She stood there in silence for a moment before she started her way back up the steps. "Good to know..." she said, peeking over her shoulder a moment then back forward. She reached her wrist band out, scanning it then stepped past the door. She made sure it quickly closed behind her as she got inside. She had very little trust for Riot, but she just wanted to put herself some space between the Enforcer and herself for now.
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Post by RIOT on Jul 1, 2015 17:26:15 GMT -5
Marshal Riot had to be in correspondence with Helena Vargas for the next half hour after he left her. She was heated for Nymthra's disappearance, but Marshal was able to convince her to drop her anger and focus on other things. If the Enforcer was excusing her? Well, she didn't have much more traction to fight with at that point. Returning to the station he had done a preliminary search and narrowed the 'Blake' that she had referred to down to three possibilities, which he put on a gps tracker.
Her time back at her living quarters was spent taking a long shower even if the water was cold, she took that time to scrub her form clean the best she could to wash away the filth that was of the men who raped her. She finally sat to the floor and cried her eyes out in silence, hugging her knees close to her bruised and tender chest. She was convinced all of this was one-hundrerd percent her fault. She could only hope Riot was actually going to help her, but until then she wondered when the devil himself was going to come back after her. This constant exposure to unprotected rape made he worry even more if she was really going to get knocked up. "Gods please no..." she whispered.
After that shower she dressed and went back to her unit looking at the dirty apartment, she was tired and stressed, but she feared to sleep... What if he came to see her while she slept? He seemed to have some sort of power... could it be possible? She shrugged her shoulders and took note of the area that was hers and decided she needed to rest. She laid onto the bed but did not fall to sleep, instead she laid there with her eyes open staring to the ceiling in deep thought.
Eventually there was a soft coo from the collar at her neck, calmly saying, "You have two hours until shift begins." Then gently whirling motion, like a fan being run int he distance, grew quiet shortly after the announcement.
Somewhere in the city Blake and Ryan were doing their work as Enforcers. Like her, they worked third shift which meant long, hard hours into the night. Ryan's wife didn't appreciate it. He had only started working that shift two months ago and she was complaining to him about how he slept all day and was up all night. Blake told him that women liked to complain all the time and that the best thing to do was to put a dick in their mouth or they'd never shut up. The joke made Ryan laugh but he couldn't imagine his wife allowing anything, even remotely, of that nature without slugging him. He wanted to ask Blake if he even liked women, but suspected that he already knew the answer.
Riot was at the station and watched the glowing dots on his screen as three different Blakes that were enforcers went on to work. At some point one of them would intersect their paths with the factory and that would be enough for him. A warning flashed on his screen that another felon was being assigned to him. His sighed and pulled up the man's file and began working on figuring out his housing and other living arrangements. It was the same as he had done for Nymthra.
Barely getting any sleep, the alarm that she needed to be at work soon made her groan with the agony of not wanting to go out of her unit. "I would gladly pay the rest of my life to never have to leave again..." She mumbled quickly getting herself up and dressed, this time placing on her hoodie over her tank top. The baggy item covering her fit form. She felt some what better about looking less appealing. As soon as her shoes where on she was in a jog to get to work. She did not mind to jog or run, it was her past-time, though it made her sad that she couldn't just run for as long as she pleased to where ever she pleased.
"What about the felon?" Ryan asked, finishing off the last of his corn dog before he threw the stick out the window, "Isn't she gonna talk?"
Blake looked at him and then laughed, "Do you know how many felones claim an Enforcer is raping them? It'll be months before anything is done about it. She could have a picture of us with our dicks in her and it'd still be half a year until anything came out of it."
Ryan laughed nervously and looked away, "But we'll still get in trouble?"
"Please," Blake waved him off and rolled down his window, "I've done this a couple times, there's nothing to worry about. Hey, why you askin'? Got her on the mind?"
Ryan shrugged like it was an admission he didn't want to make, "Kinda."
Blake barked a laugh, "Fire in the head, hot in the bed, right?"
Marshal stood up from his computer and with a file under his hand, proceeded down the hall to where the cells were. They were filled, lined with men and women who either wanted out into the PW program or just wanted out, in general. He stopped at the cell and started to receit many of the same things to him as he had to Nymthra on the first time he saw her. Except she nagged at him. In her loose hoodie and eyes that still, somehow, seemed Niave.
At the factory, Helena was watching the clock for Nymthra.
Once through the door she clocked in and started for her station trying to avoid helena, she didn't want to be questioned or yelled at she just wanted to go by the day like it was all just a dream of last night. She quickly made her way through the rows of machines to the quiet little area that she was placed starting to gather up the materials needed so she could work. Her blue hues darted around to see Janet and the others.
"Heeeyyyyyy!" Janet said with a smile looking at her, "What happened to you yesterday? You was here and then left and hardly worked a shift! I never seen that before." She said with a smile, craning her neck as she worked the needle through the clock to assert the strap of the bag.
She placed several pile arm fulls of materials on her stations table, without thought she pushed the curtain of hair behind her ear that hid her left side of her face a bruise had developed on hr cheek close to her eye. " nothing.. Just was needed by enforcers for more paperwork follow up... " she said lying through her teeth. She sat down and began to work. "I hope Helena wasn't mad."
"Oh my gosh was she furious!" Janet laughed like it was a joke and gave Nymthra a playful elbow, "But Helena gets mad if you walk the wrong way so there's no harm there. It must not be too bad or she woulda been here first thing to chew you out about it." Then, appraising Jane carefully, "What kinda paperwork you got going on? Didn't you say you were just a food theif?" Janet leaned in closer, speaking softly, "If it was really murder I promise not to tell." Nymthra could take that promise to mean as much as she wanted.
She was in the starts of her work but halted for a moment looking to Janet with a sight of curiosity if she could really trust Janet. She thought quick in the moment to keep up the lie but speaking the truth . " its nothing like that... There was damage to the store... And my friend was killed in the process... I assaulted an enforcer in the mix.... So yeah..." She started back on her work again.
"Oh my gosh," Janet said, huddling closer to her, "Did you really assualt an Enforcer?" The news seemed to be exciting to her. She looked at Nymthra as though she desperately needed to believe that people could do that. Janet had thought about doing it once or twice herself, but after seeing the bruised and broken bones that some had she decided that it was just too painful. She would probably get a wound and die from infection, knowing her luck.
Nods her head " yeah, he grabbed my breast while he was frisking me... I head butted him and broke his nose... I got beat for it though..." She said trailing off some to the thought of how good it felt to hurt that man...she wanted to do it again.
"You're so ballsy!" Janet grinned at her and then became more merry as she sewed at the strap, "I got a frisk kinda like that but I just kinda... stood there. I dunno. I was so surprised I told myself it didn't really happen for weeks until," an embarrassed shrug, "I realized it did but I just... I dunno. I couldn't think of what to do, you know?"
" I try not to push my limits... But.." She thought. " I have my breaking point...I just don't know if I should ever let it break if I want to see freedom again. " she continued on to her work. Several hours passing conversing with the others to pass the time. She was starting to forget the horrible events of last night, and for a moment was forgetting that she was even a felon. When time came to clocking out she stood and stretched, exhausted from the night of hard work, and not a word from Helena maybe a good night? She cleared her station so that it was clean for the next shift, she stayed for a few minutes extra by the door to talk with Janet. " I'm so tired yet.. I think I am gonna jog for an hour..is there a time limit I need to be back at my unit?"
"Huh?" Janet said when she said she was going to jog and she shook her head no, "This neighborhood is bad, Nymthra. I wouldn't go jogging here. Do crunches in your room or something if you need to burn energy." With the question about getting back to her unit she nodded, "It depends on your sentence. If you're just in for food you gotta be back an hour after your shift is over soooo... 7am." She smiled and then gave her the thumbs up motion, "See you tomorrow!"
For Marshal, nothing remarkable was happening on the screen. When he checked GPS coordinates, none of them were near or circling the factory. Was she sure the name was Blake? He sighed and shut his eyes before he opened his next file and methodically turned the pages.
"It's room 202," Blake said, punching his finger against the lit of screen in the patrol car, "We got jurisdiction so we can just go in there and meet her."
Ryan blinked at him, "Jurisdiction?"
"Yea!" Blake smiled at him with a wink, getting out of the patrol car, "Any Enforcer can key in to these housing units. Part of us being able to check in on them, make sure they are doing the right thing."
"How do you know that she's... here?" Ryan climbed out of the patrol car and shut the door, pulling his cap on over his brow, "There's like twenty of them."
"Cause I'm literate and can read a fucking file. Jeeesus!"
She nodded her head and watched Janet off she grew up in the slums and never had a problem before. She took a few steps out onto the side walk mapping her area she could see for how far off she could go without being tazed. She seen no signs of Blake and his rookie, today might actually be a nice day, she would be able to think clearer with what she could do to protect herself. She started off in her jog taking her time circling the block a few times before time was near up for her to be back at her unit. Coming to the front of the building she stopped looking up to the doors as she slouched over with hands on her knees for support. " sleep... " she mutters slowly making her way up the steps sweating, and feeling the burn in her legs.
"See?" Said Blake, moving his wrist over the room number, 202, and seeing it light up green and unlock with a whirling and clink. The people who were in the halls stayed out of the way and didn't say much. Was it a random search? Maybe. Once inside her room they remarked at the three or four boxes in the center of it. Her father didn't know she worked third shift so when he dropped the items off she hadn't been home. Blake bent over and started going through the box, "This is a lot of crap in here. Ohhhh, look." He drew out a pair of her panties and chuckled, putting the waistband between his thumb and forefinger to slingshot it on Ryan, who rolled his eyes at him. Blake snickered, "Thought you would want a keepsake of your girlfriend." Just because Ryan rolled his eyes didn't mean he wasn't shoving them in his pocket.
She came into the door way of the main building waving her hand to the PW on watch in a greeting. She slowly with a few sighs and huffs and puffs made her way up the steps without a words making her way to her room. Without thought or question she scanned her wrist bracelet to open her door her eyes closed as she relaxed standing out side her door waiting for the the blasted thing to open it seemed to be getting slower and slower to open everyday.
"Your dad dropped some stuff off for yah, Nym." The guy at the desk said hto her with a smile and a wave. He had no idea who those Enforcers were, that they entered, or were in her room. He just knew when he dad had come by that he had dropped some stuff off for her.
The humm. The metal of the lock throwing itself open and then the door was easy for her to push open. Blake and Ryan stiffened at the sound, turning off the light of her room before the door opened to reveal that it was already on. Ryan was against one wall while Blake got near the door. It was easy for her not to notice them at first on account of the boxes in the center of the room demanding her attention.
The instant she opened the door she stepped on in, the hall light showing the boxes in her room she smiled. " ah dad.. Your the best. " she mumbled stepping her way further in closing the door behind her with a push of her fingers behind her. Her hand searching for the light switch in the dark. She was in total oblivious state of the men in her room.
Her hand didn't catch the light, but the soft feel of the side of Blake's hand. He was blocking her reach while also shutting the door behind her. The sun was starting to creep over the horizon, butting a dim glow of blue over everything that someone could only see once their eyes had adjusted. Blake put one finger to his lips to signal she be quiet before he spoke, "Shhh, felon, we came to check on you to see how things are."
She jumped to the feel of something unfamiliar letting out a quiet gasp turning around quickly seeing the silhouette of a man standing there. Once as she stepped back to put distance she seen it be Blake. " w..we?. " she stuttered looking around herself trying to see whom it may be and as well for an escape other than the door. " a check...huh? Well everything thing is fine so if you will please just leave." She tried to be nice hoping they where just there to fuck with her mind and not physically.
"You gonna shut the hell up when I take my hand away or what?" Blake said at her, the hand over her mouth giving her cheek a small slap to get her attention to focus back on him. He reached in her mouth and pulled the saliva soaked panties out of her mouth, "You gonna be quiet and let us leave from here all civil like, or do I gotta shut your mouth up with something to do?"
She turns her attention back to Blake after his slap, her lips sealed when the underwear was removed. She did not answer him with anything but silence turning her gaze away from him again looking to the nearest wall. She didn't even give ryan and acknowledgement of him still being there.
"See? Things are so much better when there is an understanding." He said, drawing himself off of her and then looking at the rookie, "You ready or what?"
Ryan cleared his throat and managed, "Uh, yea, I'm ready." He could still feel the bulge of her underwear in his pocket, but he didn't say anything.
Blake leaned forward and opened her door, eying the empty hallways before he walked into it. Ryan was behind him, shortly.
At the station, Marshal had seen none of the Enforcers named Blake and their GPS chip go near the factory. All of them were doing their runs, their check up. If anything was going to happen, it wasn't going to be that night. With a sigh he turned off hsi monitor and started towards his patrol car. The shift had been longer than usual, it had felt like it, anyway.
Once they had left and the sound of the door clicked shut and locked her vision became extremely dizzy and blurred with her own tears. She closed her eyes curling up onto herself on a fetal position crying silently she could feel the remaining liquids streaming from between her legs. She felt cold and broken.
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