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[The cell was spartan in its trappings, the whole room nothing but cold metal and hard surfaces. It was small, too, hardly large enough to pace from one end to the other, and offered a distinct lack of privacy due to the row of bars separating Beatrix from the rest of the cellblock. It was tedious, cramped, awkward, but on the whole, tolerable. Worse things could have happened, she knew that well. In terms of punishment, a week of solitude below decks was a remarkably light one for a murder.

Murder. When Sarah had described the killing that way Beatrix had bristled a little at the use of the word (as she saw it, killing Cato had been the natural reaction to his attack) but didn't protest it. Slight inaccuracy aside, murder was what she did.

She supposed she should feel some guilt for that.

The guilt didn't come, however. Instead, B only felt a mixture of mundane emotions: exhaustion from the flood, annoyance at her captivity, and a quiet, hidden satisfaction at a job well done.

Zero, she thought, was not having quite the intended effect on her.
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[Video – current]

Guess who's a free woman.

[At this point, there's little else to say. A fairly empty smile crosses B's face before she turns the feed off.]

[OOC: Joint post for Zero and for the Pants on Fire flood!]

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Date: 2012-10-01 04:49 pm (UTC)
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[She hesitates; Beatrix is showing her things, after all. She can be a little truthful. But only a little.] Once. She gave it up.

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Date: 2012-10-01 05:10 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords
[She leans forward, studying the map, and then frowning. There is something familiar about it, and she thinks she might have seen the shape before, especially the silly little boot part. But she can't remember when - or where - she might have seen it, so she shrugs.]

A girl isn't sure. She may have.

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Date: 2012-10-01 06:07 pm (UTC)
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (you're huge or I'm tiny.)
From: [personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords
[She watches as B points, and shakes her head.] That isn't a girl's world. A girl knows Westeros, and Essos, and the Narrow Sea. Not...Eu-rope, or the Medi-Mediterranean Sea.

[She says them slowly, piecing out the strange words carefully. She points toward Rome.] That is where Memento Mori comes from?

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Date: 2012-10-02 05:18 pm (UTC)
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (forces me to make up one)
From: [personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords
If there is a map, yes. A girl does not think she could draw one well. [She knew the geography of her world just fine, but she'd never been artistic, not in sewing or singing or drawing.

Leaning forward to study the map, mouthing some of the surroundings areas silently, Arya nods.]


They were too proud to serve. [She's familiar with that.]

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Date: 2012-10-12 07:36 pm (UTC)
fearcutsdeeperthanswords: (you have to keep a secret)
From: [personal profile] fearcutsdeeperthanswords
[She takes a moment to picture it, to think, and then she nods.] Good. They reminded them.

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