Confusion had been first in Batchonne's mind. But that confusion had quickly turned to anger. She wanted answers but none beyond her supposed crime for being in the prison was given.
Murder.
She didn't doubt that. She was a warrior after all, a trained killer. It probably didn't help that she had a hair-trigger temper. So if that's the reason they gave her for being here she could deal with it. But it didn't make her happy. Human law meant nothing to her. However, she didn't remember killing anyone recently.
The tall Atlantean woman could not be anymore uncomfortable in the red jumpsuit she awakened in. Already she'd disposed of the boots, the hot floor beneath her feet bothered her little. She's torn the sleeves clean off and had tried to shorten the legs of the suit but they didn't rip as easily given there were no seams to tear from. So she had had to settle for rolling them up. The front has down as far as she cold possibly get away with without the suit falling right off her. It helped with the heat and made her feel a little more comfortable in such confining clothing and spaces. She even used a strip from her torn off sleeve to tie her dreads back.
She'd already explored the prison area a bit, finding it boring. Happening upon the tunnel into the labyrinth had been a complete fluke. Deciding the rest of the prison was pointless to explore she had decided to wander the labyrinth. The use of her echolocation abilities made it easier to get through and avoid any monsters but her anger at the whole situation made her want to fight. For her blood to sing as she battled some dangerous creature. So when she happened upon one of the spiders she couldn't help but want to tear it apart. She did, it wasn't easy, it'd even bit her before she'd managed to destroy it. She knew more were coming and luckily for her she has some resistance to poisons and drugs. But still, she was slowed by the sedative, but not enough that she couldn't get away. She'd even taken one of the legs as a trophy of sorts. At the moment that leg was helping her keep upright as her left leg was practically numb.
"The exit has to be around here somewhere," she muttered to herself, loud enough that anyone in her general vicinity might have heard her. Perhaps they'd answer her if they were willing to approach the blue and pale teal skinned woman.
((ooc: sorry for the lack of icons, still working on those))
Batchonne Vasazinaco-Therii | OC | Open
Murder.
She didn't doubt that. She was a warrior after all, a trained killer. It probably didn't help that she had a hair-trigger temper. So if that's the reason they gave her for being here she could deal with it. But it didn't make her happy. Human law meant nothing to her. However, she didn't remember killing anyone recently.
The tall Atlantean woman could not be anymore uncomfortable in the red jumpsuit she awakened in. Already she'd disposed of the boots, the hot floor beneath her feet bothered her little. She's torn the sleeves clean off and had tried to shorten the legs of the suit but they didn't rip as easily given there were no seams to tear from. So she had had to settle for rolling them up. The front has down as far as she cold possibly get away with without the suit falling right off her. It helped with the heat and made her feel a little more comfortable in such confining clothing and spaces. She even used a strip from her torn off sleeve to tie her dreads back.
She'd already explored the prison area a bit, finding it boring. Happening upon the tunnel into the labyrinth had been a complete fluke. Deciding the rest of the prison was pointless to explore she had decided to wander the labyrinth. The use of her echolocation abilities made it easier to get through and avoid any monsters but her anger at the whole situation made her want to fight. For her blood to sing as she battled some dangerous creature. So when she happened upon one of the spiders she couldn't help but want to tear it apart. She did, it wasn't easy, it'd even bit her before she'd managed to destroy it. She knew more were coming and luckily for her she has some resistance to poisons and drugs. But still, she was slowed by the sedative, but not enough that she couldn't get away. She'd even taken one of the legs as a trophy of sorts. At the moment that leg was helping her keep upright as her left leg was practically numb.
"The exit has to be around here somewhere," she muttered to herself, loud enough that anyone in her general vicinity might have heard her. Perhaps they'd answer her if they were willing to approach the blue and pale teal skinned woman.
((ooc: sorry for the lack of icons, still working on those))