Post by SorchaNiWynne on Apr 16, 2019 21:55:17 GMT
“So Ms. Cooke, why did you think a Knife and a Pissed off Viking was a good idea, what was the plan?”
The table that separated them held the cool if tight restraints of Steel and linked chain, orange clad on her form and the plaster and strapping around her right wrists told more stories than the split lip and black eye she had form her introduction to her fellows.
Amber shrugged a bit.
“I can’t say I was thinking straight myself, I wasn’t exactly going to shank her ass up in parking lot like the tale is told. I was trying to scare her off, show her at least fucking one of us was serious..”
Amber smirks and sighed.
“As plans go…it was fuckin’’ stupid.”
The Man sat opposite nodded , sighing as he picks up his coffee, adjusting glasses and moving over to the one-way mirror that looked in on them and the room that smelled almost permanently of disinfectant and vomit.
“You don’t say Ms Cooke. So she broke your wrist and you end up in here for your own protection and form what I hear you ended up being moved to solitary after a week, trying to scare somebody else?”
Amber shook her head with a sigh.
“Nope…Somebody fronted at me…so I broke her nose and arm.. Her lackeys decided to jump me…and I walked away into solitary, it’s been a fun ass time.”
He nodded a bit and moved to the door sipping the drink.
“Thank you Ms Cooke.”
The door opened and he pulled in a small black folder enclosed in leather as he sat down.
“Despite my recommendations to the contrary, The state has seen fit to commute your sentence and release you. On a few conditions..”
Amber just blinked and stared.
“The fuck you say?”
He nods and opens the folder to turn it around and slide it under Amber’s hands a pen just resting in place.
“If you’ll sign here I’ll hand you over to your VA case worker.”
A blink
“Woah, what my fu…what wait…”
He gestures.
“Sign the form, Cooke…trust me.”
Clause 1 : I the undersigned will enter into a Veteran’s association programme overseen by a case worker chosen by [Redacted]
Clause 2: I will remand my care to one Charity Crowne.
Clause 3: I will resume my Imperial Wrestling employment immediately.
She looks up and said gently.
“Is this for fucking real? Like It’s not April fucking first and you’re all fucking with me?”
The man just gestured with his hand.
“Sign it and find out.”
She wrinkles her nose.
“Fine”.
So she signed.
Well howdy there pardner.