| Helga doesn't suffer even the mildest case of helper syndrome, and thus could live very well with herself and the rest of the world if she didn't go looking for the screamer. That's not it. What gets to her is the lack of information, the obvious secrecy, and the fact that the locals won't meet her eye when she inquires about the sound that just went through skin and bone of everyone within hearing range.
Fortunately, she isn't the only non-local here! And since she doesn't have a death wish, this is an excellent team-building exercise right there. |
The neighbourhood watch seems to be off duty today. | –– poignant glare at the locals –– | How about it?
| You, me, the forest of bloodcurdling screams? |
you done hecked up
| The city limits are off-limits. Point taken and likely much to be ignored in the future, because if her middle name wasn't Katrina, it would be "fueled by determination and spite in the face of adversary". Now, that's all very low-key motivational, but she continues to be locked up, and there isn't much she can do until that state of things chooses to pass her by.
Well, maybe some push-ups. Get some of that frustrated energy out.
Maybe some bonding with the cellmate. Shared jail-time sure is a a conversation starter. |
Let me guess – | she speaks in a lazy type of drawl, because for all struggle she put up while going in, there isn't much point in keeping that up once the keys are turned and you're formally screwed | disturbed the peace?
helga sinclair | atlantis
| Helga doesn't suffer even the mildest case of helper syndrome, and thus could live very well with herself and the rest of the world if she didn't go looking for the screamer. That's not it. What gets to her is the lack of information, the obvious secrecy, and the fact that the locals won't meet her eye when she inquires about the sound that just went through skin and bone of everyone within hearing range.
Fortunately, she isn't the only non-local here! And since she doesn't have a death wish, this is an excellent team-building exercise right there. |
The neighbourhood watch seems to be off duty today. | –– poignant glare at the locals –– | How about it?
| You, me, the forest of bloodcurdling screams? |
you done hecked up
| The city limits are off-limits. Point taken and likely much to be ignored in the future, because if her middle name wasn't Katrina, it would be "fueled by determination and spite in the face of adversary". Now, that's all very low-key motivational, but she continues to be locked up, and there isn't much she can do until that state of things chooses to pass her by.
Well, maybe some push-ups. Get some of that frustrated energy out.
Maybe some bonding with the cellmate. Shared jail-time sure is a a conversation starter. |
Let me guess – | she speaks in a lazy type of drawl, because for all struggle she put up while going in, there isn't much point in keeping that up once the keys are turned and you're formally screwed | disturbed the peace?