Bemoaning Genetics
From FiranMUX
Ladonna is asleep in the corner -- until, of course, they bring someone in. Then she slowly rouses and rubs her eyes, blinking a few times in the dark.
Solan is still by the doorway, a dark silhouette. "Forging a will?" he asks mildly as Ladonna slowly awakens, having been able to see her clearly when the door was opened earlier, "I swear, the charges get more inventive every time I end up in here." *Firan*
Ladonna furrows her brows and scoots slightly to the edge of the bed when Solan enters the room. "...They arrested you for forging a will too?" she asks, leaning forward slightly. *Firan*
Solan shakes his head and says, "Not yet. I'm just in for questioning for suspicious activities. I'm sure they'll find something suitably preposterous to charge me with. Hopefully not entirely related to this mysterious Mes Priapa Davocelli...wasn't she some sort of athelete?" *Firan*
Solan says "Or am I remembering the wrong person?" *Firan*
Ladonna buries her face in her hands and nods, "She was. I... I wanted to keep her things safe for her children, Solan, I didn't want to steal from her or anything! But you didn't know anything at all, I'm so sorry, please don't be angry." *Firan*
"Too late. I'm already angry. Or possibly it's indigestion. I'm getting too old for this. Did you seriously alter the woman's will? I didn't think you could...well, I've seen samples of your prose, and it's not exactly what I'd call legal brilliance," answers Solan, sounding more incredulous than angry.
Ladonna's tears fill her eyes and regardless of your other feelings, you feel sympathy if only for a time. You now have a tear in your inventory.
Ladonna bursts into tears and curls into herself on the cot. Sniveling, she stutters, "No... Please don't be angry, I didn.. I thought it was the right thing to do! To help her chi.. It ... I..." She can't go on! Whatever she says, it's lost to the choking sobs. *Firan*
Solan looks exasperated. But then, that's not an unusual expression for him. "Did it ever occur to you that perhaps she had some sort of good reason for not leaving some of her belongings to her children?" he asks shortly. *Firan*
From Anarinuell: Palace District -- Behind the District Jail, Karish comes around the corner from the front of the building. From Anarinuell: Palace District -- Behind the District Jail, Karish has arrived.
"No!" Ladonna says, muffled by her hands in front of her face. "I... Mes Clarissa and I... she ... we thought... she thoug.. Solan," she sits up and the words are more clear -- her hands have fallen to her sides. "Please don't yell at me. They've done nothing but frighten me, please don't be angrier."
From the outer chamber, Rinzik has arrived. From the outer chamber, Rinzik comes into the Jail -- Outer Chamber from another area.
"It must be," says Solan dryly, "An absolutely fascinating thing to see the inside workings of your mind. I have never truly understood the logic of women, but in this case, I must confess to finding it as fascinating as, oh...watching two wagons crash at high speed in the middle of the forum. Tell me this was Mes Clarissa's idea?"
Ladonna nods a little and stands up, tears still streaming down her face. She launches herself toward Solan and, welcome embrace or not, buries her face in his chest. "Oh, /please/ don't be angry, Solan, please oh please!" *Firan* You whisper "I couldn't stand for you to be angry, it would ... please don't be mad." to Solan. *Firan*
Mm. Armful of sobbing, yet strangely appealing femininity. Possibly not the cleanest of appealing femininity after a week in the jail, but still, that doesn't stop Solan from putting his arms around his crying wife and patting her on the back. "I hope our son has your looks and my brain," he mutters as he soothes his wife, eyes turned upwards to the ceiling.
Ladonna sobs a few times, hiccups once, and then wails dramatically, "M-m-me .... too!!!" Her knees buckle and she lets her weight sink into Solan. A little silence is interrupted by sniffles and coughs and then finally shattered entirely when Ladonna asks, "A..re you still mad?" *Firan*
From the outer chamber, What a perfect place for Rinzik walk in a scene of marital bliss! He slips through the door, standing to the far side of the outer chamber, and makes a twisted, annoyed expression as he does ... something guardly. And boring. And, you know, like sentry chores. Ew, armfuls of sobbing, yet strangely appealing femininity.
Solan actually seems slightly amused at Ladonna's response, and his lips quirk upwards. "No," he says, "I'm mostly just irked at the moment. I'm saving my energy for once I find out more about this appalling debacle. If I start out in a towering fury, it's harder for me to emphasize my indignation at your poor judgment later as I find out more about the details." He glances over towards the door when he notices Rinzik there, and says to him, "Let this be a warning to you, Sentry, about the perils of married life. And the vagaries of feminine logic." *Firan*
Ladonna pulls away slightly and wipes the tears from her face while a slightly ashamed blush creeps over her cheeks and neck. She looks at the floor mostly, though every so often she glances at Solan and Rinzik, hoping that maybe SOMEONE will say, hey. no harm, no foul. Under her breath, the actress mutters, "It sounded like a good idea." She is, perhaps, indignant -- annoyed that everyone's all mad! Ladonna meanders to the back of the cell and slumps against the cold wall, frowning quite a bit. *Firan*
From the outer chamber, "Noted, Mer," Rinzik says in an undertone, glancing between man and wife with a sort of baffled expression. He seems slightly appalled. Two words exchanged, he goes back to whatever it is he is doing, barely listening to their little domestic -- although he surely takes notes on Solan's method for handling women.
"Now, this Mes Clarissa person, I'm definitely angry at her. Tell me she's not going to have to share a cell with us at any point. Please," says Solan, taking a seat as well. It's unclear if he's asking Rinzik the question or if he's asking Ladonna the question, however. Or just fate in general.
Ladonna sluuuuuuuuumps down the wall until she is seated on the dirty, dank floor. Slowly she scoots her way across the floor to Solan and puts her head on his knee, leaning slightly against him. She draws her knees up to her and wraps long white arms around them, pulling herself into herself. "I don't think so," Ladonna whispers. "Please stop being mad? At everyone? it's not good for you. Remember?" *Firan*
"Mm, yes," says Solan, absently patting at his chest, "That. I'm sure it was probably something I ate." A pause, then he adds, "Several times. Or apoplexy. Well, I should probably get some more sleep. Getting woken up by guards in the middle of the night isn't as refreshing as it was when I was younger."
