Suspects' Holding Cell

[etcircenses]

The vans drive for what seems like an hour before they come to a stop, and Peacekeepers blindfold and forcefully drag even the most cooperative suspects into a building.

The suspects are all held in one cell, a large, metal room with a thick door and a single ledge that serves as a bench. Bright fluorescent lights beam from overhead. There are no windows and no clocks, no sign of where they might be.

The Peacekeepers take off the blindfolds, though without much care for whether they come off all the way or chafe or stay slung around the suspects' necks. The suspects' hands are left cuffed behind their backs, and even the most ingenious of them won't be able to pick the lock on their restraints, but they're otherwise left to roam freely through the space.

Suspects are removed, one at a time, at unpredictable intervals, by Peacekeepers armed with tasers. Some take three hours to return, while others are back within only a minute. Each of them comes back having been clearly roughed up and pressed for information that they may or may not hold; some are bleeding or sporting the beginnings of black eyes.

They'll be sleeping here tonight.

Comments

[arosewiththorns]

Rose smiles at Eva's word, a smile with closed lips that doesn't reach her eyes. She knows the warning for what it is but she also knows that responding in either acknowledgement or denial could cause her more trouble than it's worth. "Of course," she finally says, voice even. "I would never assume that in any case, Victor." There's an equal bite to the way she says that title to the way Eva says tribute and Rose's smile grows by the slightest millimetre.

/wrap

[vissernone]

Eva's leaves, not because she's threatened or insulted but because she's lost interest in Rose. Whatever Eva was looking for, this new woman isn't about to give it. Eva sniffles up her blood and stares at the prison wall.