Post by Oathkeeper Emi on May 24, 2011 22:28:27 GMT -5
Out of the frying pan and into the fire...
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Emi nodded at Animositas before she left. "I won't... at least, I'll try not to. Thanks, I guess.[/color]" She turned to dash away into a corridor, but stopped. She was hungry, very much so to the point she was beginning to feel a little dizzy. Might as well get something to eat before leaving Paris, hopefully for good.
She turned back around and walked back past Animositas, waving over her shoulder as she went. She rounded a corner and out into the now busy street, on the look out for food. Unfortunately, she was dangerously low on money and it was bringing things to mind. Old habits, sticky fingers.
There was bakery nearby, and the smell of hot bread drew her in. Bread was filling and relatively inexpensive, so she crossed the street and went inside. "Oh, yum,[/color]" she groaned, picking up a hot loaf of bread. She was going to pay for it, of course, but someone got the wrong idea.
"Put it down, filthy gypsy thief!" someone screamed at her. She looked over her shoulder were there was a small, round man dusted in flour waving a wooden spoon at her. Emi knew wooden spoons could hurt, having had one swatted against the backs of her legs countless times in childhood. But it wouldn't kill her, and being called filthy, a gypsy and a thief all in one sentence kind of irritated her a lot.
She dropped the bread and screamed "What the hell are you talking about? I was going to pay for it![/color]"
"You've dirtied my bread by touching it with your thieving hands! I can't sell it! Guards! Guards!" the baker continued to scream, hanging out of the door and waving his hands around. Emi snapped and took a running start and tackled the man to the ground, just to cover his mouth with her hands. "Stop screaming, fatty! I wasn't going to steal it! I'll pay for it! And I'm not a gypsy![/color]"
Of course, tackling a civilian and screaming at him probably wasn't a good idea either. The next thing she knew, two pairs of hands were grabbing her by the arms and shoulders and pulling her off the baker. The baker was lying traumatized in the dirt, wailing and demanding Emi be arrested for trying to kill him.
The guards dragged Emi down the street by her arms, but unwisely left her feet unbound. She kicked, and screamed, and cursed their mothers. She even tried to sit down on the ground so they couldn't drag her anymore, but they were strong and she didn't weigh much.
They literally tossed her in a jail cell a few minutes later. They confiscated her personal belongings... meaning her cloak and jacket and for some reason, her shoes. Her head slammed against a cold stone floor, and by the time she regained her coordination, they had closed the door on her. She ran up to the bars and shook them, demanding to be released.
"I want my phone call, you bastards! This is completely unfair![/color]" Oh, duh. They don't have phones here.
No matter. She would just use her keyblade to escape. The guards who had arrested her were looking at her clothes and shoes in awe. They had never seen anything like it, so bright colored with zippers and machine stitching. She guessed that's why they had confiscated her things.
Time to unlock this cell since she couldn't use a corridor without her cloak, and knock those guards out and put her shoes on. She summoned her keyblade, and the accompanying flash of light caught the guards attention. "Witchcraft!" one of them screamed, and immediately ran over. She was just pushing the cell open to escape. Witchcraft? I guess it does kind of seem like that...
One guard tackled her, knocking the breath out of her, while the other tied her hands behind her back so that she couldn't summon Lacewing anymore.
Emi had gained freedom and then promptly lost it. She could summon Arc but the scale was in her jacket. She didn't want to risk a corridor unless it was absolutely necessary. Given all that had happened in the past few days, she figured the darkness would affect her very badly.
"Fuck.[/color]"
