Melodia threw the cuffed prisoner into his cell and locked the door behind him, staring through the bars as she grinned. She was pleased by her work. She'd only bloodied him and maybe the bruises would go away before her superiors noticed.
"Enjoy yer stay. We're always willin' t' accomodate ye."
She chuckled and walked to the restroom, washing her hands, and winced silently at the pain her knuckles felt. Staring into the mirror she sighed. Her hair was a mess and glancing down at the yellow top she wore, a streak of the man's blood was present. With a scowl she reached down and wet her thumb before trying to wipe it away, only managing to smear the blood into the fabric, surely staining the uniform.
It was an apt moment of symbolism and wasn't lost on her.
"Enjoy yer stay. We're always willin' t' accomodate ye."
She chuckled and walked to the restroom, washing her hands, and winced silently at the pain her knuckles felt. Staring into the mirror she sighed. Her hair was a mess and glancing down at the yellow top she wore, a streak of the man's blood was present. With a scowl she reached down and wet her thumb before trying to wipe it away, only managing to smear the blood into the fabric, surely staining the uniform.
It was an apt moment of symbolism and wasn't lost on her.
