Jocelyn's RP Blog

RP Blog // 21/she/her // Quarantine and impulse control are inversely proportional

[jimbotnik]

jocelyn-rps​:

It was awkwardly silent as they made their way down the stairwell. Jocelyn tried to pass the time by analyzing what she could see of the drones. No one ever mentioned that being taken to prison would be this boring and monotonous. Clearly the Doctor wasn’t elaborating further on where they were going, and she certainly wasn’t going to debase herself by begging or “negotiating.” Idly, she wondered if the little white eggs could bear the weight of a human. Could be fun to fly on one sometime - if she ever got out of whatever it was she’d walked herself into.

Her daydreams about robot surfing were interrupted as the pair reached the door. She could hear the scrape of metal on the other side, but couldn’t discern what might be making it.

“Why so quiet?” The doctor asked. “Mulling over every single mistake you’ve made in your life that has led to this moment? I don’t mind! There won’t be a quiet moment once we’ve arrived at our destination, so take all the time you need.”

Robotnik shoved open the door with his shoulder, pulling Jocelyn along with him into the alley where a black Suburban would be waiting for them…

[jocelyn-rps]

"Mistakes?" Jocelyn quirked her eyebrow, looking very much like the cat that ate the canary. "I am absolutely remorseless about everything that I have done today. And you won't change that - though you're welcome to try~ It'll be quite fun."

Proving her point, she quickened her pace towards the imposing black sedan, as if eager for what awaited her on the other side.

[jimbotnik]

jocelyn-rps​:

“Is that a promise?” Jocelyn could hear the blood pounding in her ears as the ends of Robotnik’s mustache grazed against them. She twisted her hands experimentally in the cuffs. Well-made, good metal; she wouldn’t be getting out of these on her own. She wouldn’t be surprised if they were somehow also a robot.

Letting her eyes wander anywhere but the man looming behind her, she attempted a nonchalant tone. “So what now? Something tells me you’re not taking me to the county precinct. Got a black bag stashed somewhere?”

“Oh, just you wait my dear. I have something much more fun in mind for you…” Robotnik marched Jocelyn down the hallway and away from the elevators. Accompanied by his drones, the doctor led her into the stairwell and down toward the back entrance.

[jocelyn-rps]

It was awkwardly silent as they made their way down the stairwell. Jocelyn tried to pass the time by analyzing what she could see of the drones. No one ever mentioned that being taken to prison would be this boring and monotonous. Clearly the Doctor wasn’t elaborating further on where they were going, and she certainly wasn’t going to debase herself by begging or “negotiating.” Idly, she wondered if the little white eggs could bear the weight of a human. Could be fun to fly on one sometime - if she ever got out of whatever it was she’d walked herself into.

Her daydreams about robot surfing were interrupted as the pair reached the door. She could hear the scrape of metal on the other side, but couldn’t discern what might be making it.

[jimbotnik]

jocelyn-rps​:

“Ah - ahhh~” Jocelyn’s surprised squeak of pain quickly turned into something resembling a contented sigh. She turned to the doctor, her breath coming just a hair more quickly. Clearly because of the high-stress situation. Clearly. 

“Assault? Come now, Doctor, admit it. You could have pushed those buttons at any time - but you preferred me pushing yours instead.” She couldn’t help a little cheeky smile as she twisted around to face Robotnik and offered her hands. “Alright, I surrender. On one condition - you do the honors,” she looked meaningfully at her hands and then to Robotnik. “Turnabout is fair play, after all.”

Emil tossed Robotnik the cuffs and a look of disapproval, and Robotnik bound Jocelyn’s wrists behind her back, pulling her against him to growl in her ear (purely as an intimidation tactic,) “You’re an intriguing woman, Miss Summers. I could just pry you open and see what makes you so fun to play with…”

Emil blinked, and then barely prevented himself from rolling his eyes. He turned to the manager, confident in the badniks’ ability to do his job for him, and walked the manager further down the hall to talk about the damages done and what Robotnik very generously was willing to do about the repair costs.

[jocelyn-rps]

“Is that a promise?” Jocelyn could hear the blood pounding in her ears as the ends of Robotnik’s mustache grazed against them. She twisted her hands experimentally in the cuffs. Well-made, good metal; she wouldn’t be getting out of these on her own. She wouldn’t be surprised if they were somehow also a robot.

Letting her eyes wander anywhere but the man looming behind her, she attempted a nonchalant tone. “So what now? Something tells me you’re not taking me to the county precinct. Got a black bag stashed somewhere?”

[jimbotnik]

jocelyn-rps​:

Jocelyn blinked. Honestly, she had been expecting to be dead by now. The fact that she wasn’t meant she actually had to come up with a plan. And judging by the two men in the doorway, she’d better think of one quickly. Almost inaudibly, she murmured “I’d like that,” before raising her voice to its usual level of snark. “Then do come play again sometime, Doctor dear. And don’t leave me hanging for months this time, either.”

Well, bravado had gotten her this far. “Agent,” she flashed a winning and oh-so-innocent smile towards the wiry man in the doorway. “Forgive me - I don’t remember your name, but you were there the last time, weren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Emil said, cracking his knuckles. “I was there the last time. Can’t believe there’s a second time…” He glared at Robotnik, who now stood and examined the arc welder. “Should we kill her? Arrest her?”

The manager carped and gazed at them all, growing pale, but before he could speak, Robotnik gave Jocelyn a little shock in the small of her back.

“An arrest sounds more appropriate, Emil. It would be a shame to kill such a spirited young lady. What’s that pallid sack of guts behind you, and why is it standing here?”

“Oh! That’s the manager. He helped me in here when one of the guests saw your little bee-bot guy over there.”

“Well, tell him that the check’s in the mail and we can handle this from here! This woman assaulted a government asset!”

[jocelyn-rps]

“Ah - ahhh~” Jocelyn’s surprised squeak of pain quickly turned into something resembling a contented sigh. She turned to the doctor, her breath coming just a hair more quickly. Clearly because of the high-stress situation. Clearly. 

“Assault? Come now, Doctor, admit it. You could have pushed those buttons at any time - but you preferred me pushing yours instead.” She couldn’t help a little cheeky smile as she twisted around to face Robotnik and offered her hands. “Alright, I surrender. On one condition - you do the honors,” she looked meaningfully at her hands and then to Robotnik. “Turnabout is fair play, after all.”

[jimbotnik]

jocelyn-rps​:

Jocelyn felt a twinge of guilt at his admission that he’d come to see her. She would have continued this line of thought… had it not been for the skittering sounds suddenly emanating from everywhere all at once. Shit. She should have known. “To see me? Or to tie up a loose end?”

She was about to go for the blowtorch as last-ditch defense against whatever was on the other side of the grates - and thought better of it. Instead, she sat down and poured herself a shot of the as-yet untouched whiskey. “Cheers.”

“Oh Jocelyn, why would I want you out of the way? We always have so much fun when we’re together!” He shook his head and sighed. “It’s a shame I have to cut this short, but I’m sure we’ll meet again.” The doctor flashed her a menacing smile, and just as he did, the drones burst out of the vent. Dozens of twelve-legged things with single red “eyes” crawled forth and made their way across the walls to their master, easily cutting through the tie with their tiny lasers.

The bee-drone at the window finally cut through the glass, and moments later, the door to the room opened. A wiry man with long, gray hair and glasses stood there seething, ready to knock someone’s lights out. Behind him was a very nervous-looking hotel manager.

[jocelyn-rps]

Jocelyn blinked. Honestly, she had been expecting to be dead by now. The fact that she wasn’t meant she actually had to come up with a plan. And judging by the two men in the doorway, she’d better think of one quickly. The Doctor hadn’t killed her...if his tone was to be believed, maybe he was telling the truth. Was it too much to hope for? Almost inaudibly, she murmured “I’d like that,” before raising her voice to its usual level of snark. “Then do come play again sometime, Doctor dear. And don’t leave me hanging for months this time, either.”

Well, bravado had gotten her this far. Pointedly ignoring the many drones now filling the walls of the room, she remained sitting. “Agent,” she flashed a winning and oh-so-innocent smile towards the wiry man in the doorway. “Forgive me - I don’t remember your name, but you were there the last time, weren’t you?”

[jimbotnik]

jocelyn-rps​:

“Why Doctor! I had no idea you enjoyed hunting electric shocks so much~” Jocelyn asked innocently, raising her eyebrows in feigned surprise. “If you wanted another, all you had to do was ask.” The last was followed by a swift delivery of more volts - this time to his right arm, in the hopes of rendering his fingers somewhat less maneuverable. 

“You’re right, of course. I must say that this has been quite cathartic,” she crossed her arms. “Though I had hoped you’d put up more of a fight. Maybe that’s why you need your drones - you just can’t cut it by yourself.” A tiny voice in the back of her brain insisted that goading the very dangerous man with actual killing machines was a poor decision. This voice was quickly silenced. She wanted to see what he meant about *hunting*.

This time around, Robotnik gave a small yelp in response to the pain, entirely undignified. He took a moment to recuperate before he spoke.

“My dear Jocelyn, you have no idea what I can endure. But this is getting boring. A shame, since I came all this way just to see you…” He licked his lips and whistled a jaunty little tune–The Lincolnshire Poacher, a favorite among some conspiracy theorists. seconds later, a dozen somethings could be heard skittering in the vents, and another something started to cut a hole in the window. Robotnik laughed.

[jocelyn-rps]

Jocelyn felt a twinge of guilt at his admission that he'd come to see her. She would have continued this line of thought... had it not been for the skittering sounds suddenly emanating from everywhere all at once. Shit. She should have known. "To see me? Or to tie up a loose end?"

She was about to go for the blowtorch as last-ditch defense against whatever was on the other side of the grates - and thought better of it. Instead, she sat down and poured herself a shot of the as-yet untouched whiskey. "Cheers."

[jimbotnik]

jocelyn-rps​:

Instinctively, Jocelyn leaned in to meet his stare with her own under hooded eyelids, her face now inches from his. At the last second, she realized what she had done and attempted to recover. Quickly tapping his nose as if it had been her intention all along, she composed herself a more appropriate distance from his stupidly handsome face and replied ‘calmly.’ 

“I’m not doing this for anyone but myself; I have a vested interest in being proven right, that’s all. If I am, just think of how many more possibilities are opened up beyond our current limited understanding of science! Why on earth would I want to share that with anyone? Besides,” she added, “it would have been worth it to see you like this anyways. You look stunning.”

“I haven’t forgotten the safe-word, darling.” He growled. “Now, are you sure this isn’t completely recreational? Your focus seems to be wavering, and we both know that advanced interrogation seldom yields reliable answers. It’s just a fun little thing that we privileged few get to do sometimes. Now, let me tell you about another fun sport I like to play… or hunt, rather. I’ll give you a hint–one of them was breathing down my neck but a few seconds ago…”

[jocelyn-rps]

“Why Doctor! I had no idea you enjoyed hunting electric shocks so much~” Jocelyn asked innocently, raising her eyebrows in feigned surprise. “If you wanted another, all you had to do was ask.” The last was followed by a swift delivery of more volts - this time to his right arm, in the hopes of rendering his fingers somewhat less maneuverable. 

“You’re right, of course. I must say that this has been quite cathartic,” she crossed her arms. “Though I had hoped you’d put up more of a fight. Maybe that’s why you need your drones - you just can’t cut it by yourself.” A tiny voice in the back of her brain insisted that goading the very dangerous man with actual killing machines was a poor decision. This voice was quickly silenced. She wanted to see what he meant about *hunting*.

[jimbotnik]

jocelyn-rps​:

“Oh my dear, sweet Doctor,” Jocelyn purred, watching the erstwhile genius’ eyes roll back into his head, “I will treasure the look on your face right now forever.” She couldn’t help but feel drawn to the raw helplessness of the powerful man rendered low by her own hand, even if only briefly. She raised a hand gently to wipe the bit of blood pooling at the corner of his mouth, and cupped his cheek with her other hand. “All you have to do is tell me the truth, and this can all be over.”

The doctor whimpered and struggled to catch his breath. Okay, so playtime was over. He could summon his drones by whistling a bar or two, and Emil wouldn’t be far behind. He’d make Jocelyn dance while under a barrage of (still nonlethal) fire, and then treat himself to an earful from his second most faithful companion as they rode off in an ambulance.

Something irrational was at work in the doctor’s brain, however. He coughed out a wheezing laugh and licked the rest of the blood from his lips as he stared down at Jocelyn. “That was exquisite.” He stopped to breathe for a moment, staring her down. “What exactly would you do with that information, anyway? No one will ever believe you, my dear.”

[jocelyn-rps]

Instinctively, Jocelyn leaned in to meet his stare with her own under hooded eyelids, her face now inches from his. At the last second, she realized what she had done and attempted to recover. Quickly tapping his nose as if it had been her intention all along, she composed herself a more appropriate distance from his stupidly handsome face and replied ‘calmly.’ 

“I’m not doing this for anyone but myself; I have a vested interest in being proven right, that’s all. If I am, just think of how many more possibilities are opened up beyond our current limited understanding of science! Why on earth would I want to share that with anyone? Besides,” she added, “it would have been worth it to see you like this anyways. You look stunning.”

[jimbotnik]

jocelyn-rps​:

“Oh ho, I seeee…” a sudden well of mania had Jocelyn feeling quite heady, even without liquor. She slunk towards Robotnik as a cat might its cornered prey - and unceremoniously jabbed the two prongs underneath his chin, digging the metal points into his skin.

“Don’t insult my intelligence. I know what I saw. The air force wanted to court-martial me for the whole debacle - but they couldn’t. They couldn’t find proof that I’d killed anyone. Your mother doesn’t exist. Oh, but you,” she smiled, again, “you most certainly exist.” And pulled the trigger.

The pain was bone-clacking and splitting, strong enough to debilitate Robotnik from speaking or even screaming for a brief moment. His entire body went rigid, and he realized that he was biting into his cheek hard enough to draw blood.

[jocelyn-rps]

“Oh my dear, sweet Doctor,” Jocelyn purred, watching the erstwhile genius’ eyes roll back into his head, “I will treasure the look on your face right now forever.” She couldn’t help but feel drawn to the raw helplessness of the powerful man rendered low by her own hand, even if only briefly. She raised a hand gently to wipe the bit of blood pooling at the corner of his mouth, and cupped his cheek with her other hand. “All you have to do is tell me the truth, and this can all be over.”

[jimbotnik]

jocelyn-rps​:

“And what would you know about burning people alive?” She retorted hotly. “Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t want to waste my question on something so obvious.”

“Do you know, this is the second time you’ve accused me of being a hired gun,” she mused, eyes drifting. “I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted. But no, no one hired me. ” She idly picked up the arc generator, watching the plasma as it zapped up the prongs. “This is just good, old-fashioned vindication. You hurt me, I hurt you back.” Unless we’re in a dynamic… Jocelyn shook her head to rid it of the unbidden thought. “Enough. Next question. Were you born on the planet earth?”

“That’s–what a dumb question! Of course I was!” He pulled on his bindings to see just how strong they really were, all the while staring at Jocelyn. “Did you hit your head on the way back in here?”

Great. Just great. Jocelyn was one of those horribly annoying people who paid attention to the small things. Or was she just testing him? Maybe it was just a test to see if he would be sarcastic.

[jocelyn-rps]

“Oh ho, I seeee...” a sudden well of mania had Jocelyn feeling quite heady, even without liquor. She slunk towards Robotnik as a cat might its cornered prey - and unceremoniously jabbed the two prongs underneath his chin, digging the metal points into his skin.

“Don’t insult my intelligence. I know what I saw. The air force wanted to court-martial me for the whole debacle - but they couldn’t. They couldn’t find proof that I’d killed anyone. Your mother doesn’t exist. Oh, but you,” she smiled, again, “you most certainly exist.” And pulled the trigger.

[jimbotnik]

jocelyn-rps​:

“Ilych. Like Tchaikovsky. I like it!” Jocelyn smiled with a warmth that was out of place in the impromptu interrogation chamber, but sobered quickly. “Yes, I did already know both of those things. I just needed to establish a baseline for my future questions,” she glanced knowingly to the implements on the table.

“Don’t forget - I may be young and soft, but I’m military-trained.” Whether this was meant to be a threat or not, even she couldn’t say for sure. “I’m also willing to be fair about this - you didn’t ask your question. So, what could you possibly want to know about me?”

“Did someone pay you to do this? You don’t seem like the type who’d be hired to interrogate anyone, and this is far too elaborate to be an assassination attempt. Really. This is no way to burn someone alive…”

[jocelyn-rps]

“And what would you know about burning people alive?” She retorted hotly. “Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t want to waste my question on something so obvious.”

“Do you know, this is the second time you’ve accused me of being a hired gun,” she mused, eyes drifting. “I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted. But no, no one hired me. ” She idly picked up the arc generator, watching the plasma as it zapped up the prongs. “This is just good, old-fashioned vindication. You hurt me, I hurt you back.” Unless we’re in a dynamic... Jocelyn shook her head to rid it of the unbidden thought. “Enough. Next question. Were you born on the planet earth?”

[jimbotnik]

jocelyn-rps​:

“Fair point, mon cherie. I suppose I may have been a bit…over-hasty with the violence. Trauma’ll do that to you.” She mirrored his shrug. “As to your question, these are for if I think you’re lying. Or if you make me angry. So try not to do that, hmm?” She paused with a wink. “Or do~. It’ll be fun for me either way.”

“Now, my turn. What is your name and who do you work for?”

“Hmph. I keep forgetting for some reason that you’re not actually hardened towards violence and threats to your life. You’re still young and soft.” If he meant it as an insult, the delivery wasn’t very convincing. “Anyway, everyone knows who I am! My name is Ivo Ilyich Robotnik, and I work for myself.”

[jocelyn-rps]

“Ilych. Like Tchaikovsky. I like it!” Jocelyn smiled with a warmth that was out of place in the impromptu interrogation chamber, but sobered quickly. “Yes, I did already know both of those things. I just needed to establish a baseline for my future questions,” she glanced knowingly to the implements on the table.

“Don’t forget - I may be young and soft, but I’m military-trained.” Whether this was meant to be a threat or not, even she couldn’t say for sure. “I’m also willing to be fair about this - you didn’t ask your question. So, what could you possibly want to know about me?”

[jimbotnik]

jocelyn-rps​:

It took only an hour for Jocelyn to procure her various implements. Nevertheless, she waited until a full three had passed before returning to the hotel. Opening the door with a bit of bravado, she struck a pose with shopping bags in either hand. “The Doctor is in! …Oh, don’t give me that look. I’ve always wanted to say it, and now I officially can! Not that you bothered to ask about that particular development…”

She pulled a chair up opposite Robotnik and began laying her acquisitions on the table as a surgeon might their tools: Rubber bands, a miniature blowtorch, a knife, and an arc generator she’d taken the liberty of already assembling. The final item was a bottle of Elijah Craig, and two shot glasses. “So let’s play a game, Doctor Robotnik.” She folded her hands in her lap, seeming at ease in the bizarre scenario. “We take turns asking each other questions. If you don’t answer - you drink. Simple, right?” She grinned wolfishly.

“I didn’t have a chance to ask. You were too eager to push me around and tie me up… not that I stopped you.” He shrugged tightly and tried to look nonchalant, but his discomfort was visible through his usual sleaze. He was sweating by now. As he examined the tools Jocelyn had at her disposal, he raised an eyebrow.

“I’ll go first then. What are you going to do with those tools?”

[jocelyn-rps]

“Fair point, mon cherie. I suppose I may have been a bit...over-hasty with the violence. Trauma’ll do that to you.” She mirrored his shrug. “As to your question, these are for if I think you’re lying. Or if you make me angry. So try not to do that, hmm?” She paused with a wink. “Or do~. It’ll be fun for me either way.”

“Now, my turn. What is your name and who do you work for?”

[jimbotnik]

jocelyn-rps​:

“Long? My dear, you don’t know the meaning of long,” Jocelyn answered a few minutes later as she emerged refreshed from the shower. “Did you think I was going to let you down now? Engage in some witty repartee over a bottle of wine? Give myself over to you?”

“I need to run some errands. If you try anything - I’ll know,” she motioned with her head to the corner where a red light on a makeshift security camera blinked softly. “Now, where would have the cheapest propane…” she mused as she walked out the door.

Robotnik’s mustache drooped. Propane? This was starting to sound less promising.

But what was she planning? He had his backups, he could wait around just a little longer, right?

What if it took too long for his drones to make an appearance? What if he wasn’t quite angry enough to perforate this intriguing young woman with hundreds of bullets? That seemed too… permanent.

He could always have them stun her, sure. A little nonlethal action might be okay, as long as nothing hit her pretty little face. But the layout of those damned vents! The drones would take forever!

Wait–why was he worried about that when the destruction of private property was always an option?

Now all he had to do was worry about where propane was involved in today’s agenda. His arms already ached from being suspended, and he had a sneaking suspicion that this was Jocelyn’s intention. All pain, no pleasure. He sighed and banged his head against the bathroom door in his impatience.

The doctor groaned and sneaked a peek at his wristwatch. Two minutes had passed. “Jocelyn,” he whined to himself, “you’re already letting me down!”

[jocelyn-rps]

It took only an hour for Jocelyn to procure her various implements. Nevertheless, she waited until a full three had passed before returning to the hotel. Opening the door with a bit of bravado, she struck a pose with shopping bags in either hand. “The Doctor is in! ...Oh, don’t give me that look. I’ve always wanted to say it, and now I officially can! Not that you bothered to ask about that particular development...”

She pulled a chair up opposite Robotnik and began laying her acquisitions on the table as a surgeon might their tools: Rubber bands, a miniature blowtorch, a knife, and an arc generator she’d taken the liberty of already assembling. The final item was a bottle of Elijah Craig, and two shot glasses. “So let’s play a game, Doctor Robotnik.” She folded her hands in her lap, seeming at ease in the bizarre scenario. “We take turns asking each other questions. If you don’t answer - you drink. Simple, right?” She grinned wolfishly.

[jimbotnik]

jocelyn-rps​:

“Try ‘alien,’“ came the acerbic reply as Jocelyn worked at tying his hands together. Her emotions were at war - morality dictated she leave enough space to avoid cutting off circulation to his hands, but caution warned her that if she did, he’d likely escape. She didn’t trust how easily he’d complied so far…she knew in his place, she certainly wouldn’t have.

“Done,” she announced. It was a compromise - the knots were done so that they wouldn’t tighten from any pulling, but they were a tad snugger than she’d usually do. Turned out, the length of the tie had been the deciding factor. “Now you,” she smiled sweetly, “are going to stay right here.” So saying, she tied the end of the tie into a singular knot and hoisted it above the door to the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower.” The door closed, leaving the tie anchored to the top of the bathroom door as she closed it from the inside.

“‘Alien,’“ Robotnik chuckled and shook his head. “I have no idea what you’re hinting at, my dear, and even if I did, I’m sure I wouldn’t believe you.” He grunted as his wrists were yanked above his head.

“I’ll stay put like a good boy,” he called to her. “Don’t take too long, though!”

[jocelyn-rps]

“Long? My dear, you don’t know the meaning of long,” Jocelyn answered a few minutes later as she emerged refreshed from the shower. “Did you think I was going to let you down now? Engage in some witty repartee over a bottle of wine? Give myself over to you? Please.”

“I’m going out to get some...party favors.” she motioned with her head to the corner where a red light on a makeshift security camera blinked softly. “And I’ll know if you’ve been naughty. Now, where would have the cheapest propane...” she mused as she walked out the door.

[jimbotnik]

jocelyn-rps​:

Goddammit. He had no right to be this charismatic. She found herself almost believing him. Almost. He was surprisingly forthcoming about his family - more than she expected, to be honest, and that dinner did sound nice.

She winked. “You’re absolutely right, my dear Doctor. You’re clearly enjoying this far too much. But…” She made a moue, “you’ve caught me without my usual toys. If I’d known you were coming…Ah well! I suppose I’ll just have to improvise. There are other kinds of danger, after all.” So saying, she yanked the tie from Robotnik’s collar none too gently. “How about a taste of your own medicine?” Standing a little straighter and mustering her most commanding voice, she ordered “Hold out your hands.”

He let out a small gasp as Jocelyn pulled on his tie, and then chuckled. A taste of his own medicine… it was too tempting to pass up, but at the same time, he knew some caution was in order. He tapped a few buttons on his gloves before surrendering his hands to her, palms up.

“Sorry, we haven’t established a safe-word yet.”

[jocelyn-rps]

“Try ‘alien,’“ came the acerbic reply as Jocelyn worked at tying his hands together. Her emotions were at war - morality dictated she leave enough space to avoid cutting off circulation to his hands, but caution warned her that if she did, he’d likely escape. She didn’t trust how easily he’d complied so far...she knew in his place, she certainly wouldn’t have.

“Done,” she announced. It was a compromise - the knots were done so that they wouldn’t tighten from any pulling, but they were a tad snugger than she’d usually do. Turned out, the length of the tie had been the deciding factor. “Now you,” she smiled sweetly, “are going to stay right here.” So saying, she tied the end of the tie into a singular knot and hoisted it above the door to the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower.” The door closed, leaving the tie anchored to the top of the bathroom door as she closed it from the inside.

[jimbotnik]

jocelyn-rps​:

It was not a long trip to her room - doctoral degrees didn’t come with much of a pay raise, so she had settled for one of the lower floors. Her casual demeanor lasted until she had ever so quietly engaged the deadbolt. Then she whirled on Robotnik with a predatory smile. “Hello, Doctor.” 

An instant later, two hands shot out to grab Robotnik’s collar. Jocelyn had thrown her full weight behind it, pushing them both closer to the door and blocking Robotnik’s access to the rest of the room. “Come to ask me to kill another family member of yours? Or have you recruited some other poor sop for that privilege? Planning on vanishing into the wind afterwards this time as well?”

Robotnik fell against the door, not putting up much of a fight just yet. Ah, to be yelled at by a woman again!

“Oh no, my drones and gun turrets do most of the dirty work now. The little bastards keep finding me, however, and Matic has taken his worthless father into hiding. It’s a bit galling. I wouldn’t protest if you ever decided to kill them, and hell, I’d treat you to dinner if you bag one. You’ll never lose me if you make this pest control problem cease before I do… But you’re right. A true gentleman would have stayed by your side in the first place for gunning down his mother! I have some making up to do, I know. Now, are you going to beat your beautiful little fists against my chest, or do you have something more dangerous planned?”

[jocelyn-rps]

Goddammit. He had no right to be this charismatic. She found herself almost believing him. Almost. He was surprisingly forthcoming about his family - more than she expected, to be honest, and that dinner did sound nice.

She winked. "You’re absolutely right, my dear Doctor. You’re clearly enjoying this far too much. But...” She made a moue, “you’ve caught me without my usual toys. If I’d known you were coming...Ah well! I suppose I’ll just have to improvise. There are other kinds of danger, after all.” So saying, she yanked the tie from Robotnik’s collar none too gently. “How about a taste of your own medicine?” Standing a little straighter and mustering her most commanding voice, she ordered “Hold out your hands.”