arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere. ( HAHAHA )
By this point in the night, the cries, harsh words, threats, pleas, and pounding of footsteps had all melded together to create the worst kind of background white noise Magdalena had heard in a while. Even though Magdalena had only been there for half the night, it felt like she had been sitting in custody for days, if not weeks. If they were looking for a good way to torture her, they had found it. Honestly, by this point, it seemed as if they had forgotten all about her and she would remain handcuffed in this chair for the rest of her existence. Which would be soon if she had to sit still for much longer.
She tried to rub the parts of her arms where the handcuffs were. They had long become warm from her body heat and were still just as tight and uncomfortable as when they had first been put on her. She was sure that if she had been able to look behind her, she would see that her wrists looked just as raw and damaged as her face.
A voice. That was all that she wanted. For so long, she had retreated out of the realm of politics, showing her face only when it was absolutely necessary. And she could continue to do so. But at what cost? Surely her heart and soul was a price too high to pay. And they seemed to think so as well.
The room was filled with rebels just like her; they were people who had joined the strike just so that their individual voices could blend together into one too loud and powerful to be ignored. But she (and her co-conspirers had been afflicted with short term memory. There were so many of them in the same situation as her that the room seemed ready to burst. They seemed to have forgotten how willing they were to knock them down and keep them quiet. She must have realized that something like this would happen before she began. This surely had not been the first time she had been caught, and she could tell already that it wouldn’t be the last. But that still did not mean that she enjoyed it.
Half-asleep and hoping for some sort of relief from the commotion around her, Magdalena noticed a new presence in the room. Oh God. Of all the people that lived, of all the people that had ever lived, what was she doing here? Magdalena’s hand tried to reach up to fiddle with the ends of her hair as she was apt to do when she was nervous, but the handcuffs prevented her from revealing that tell.
She could do it. Magdalena could hide her embarrassment and shield herself from any taunts or verbal attacks that would inevitably come her way with an eye roll. A simple eye roll would show her nonchalance at the whole situation. She took a deep breath and did just that when the other woman came close enough to catch her eye.
“Are you here to talk some sense into me? Because I expected someone, you know, taller. Is so, you’ll probably be wasting your time and breath…but I’m honestly so bored that I’m willing to hear whatever.”
