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Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (69/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-05-27 02:36 am (UTC)(link)“You need to eat,” Siri tells her again, leaning against the bars and craning her neck so she can see Lucinda where she’s sitting on the floor.
Lucinda doesn’t say anything, but she moves further back in her cell, where Siri can’t see her.
“You going to eat this time?”
The head ranger brought this evening, this time, slid Siri and Photo their cardboard boxes. There's a cookie in it, this time, its plastic label proclaiming PEANUT BUTTER GOODNESS!!! with a smiley face. He’s standing in front of Lucinda’s cell, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and one knee bent so his toetips rest on the floor. Lucinda’s box of food is on the floor in front of him. She stands against the back wall of her cell, arms crossed.
“I want to see how far you’ll go,” Lucinda replies. Siri lays on her bunk, curled on her side, studying the speckles in the adobe. Listening, imagining Lucinda’s face. Eyes narrowed, teeth bared, nose wrinkled, disgusted, challenging him.
“That’s alright, then,” the head ranger murmurs. “You get fifteen minutes and I’ll be back for your trash.”
He leaves, and Siri counts fifteen minutes to the second--nine hundred ticks on the overloud clock in the other room--from when the door closes until it opens again. Even Photo stays quiet, over on her own bunk.
Siri can hear Lucinda drink, across the room. She has to be hungry, by now. Why isn’t she eating? Does she think they’re going to release her if she doesn’t eat?
They’ll give me a trial, or they won’t, Lucinda had said. And I’ll end up dead.
The head ranger takes the still-full cardboard box and the now-empty water bottle. He stands against the wall, watches Lucinda for a few moments. Siri imagines Lucinda watches back, stares him down.
“We’ll be questioning you all tomorrow,” he says. “You, girl.” He turns, points at Photo. “We’ll be talking to you first.”
Photo nods, eyes wide. As soon as the head ranger leaves the room, Lucinda speaks up from her cell.
“Tell the truth. Tell them everything. Don’t lie, don’t tell them I’m a saint. Tell them I’m the courier from New Vegas, tell them I killed the president, tell them I killed Oliver and Hsu and Hanlon and Polatli. Tell them I killed the ranger stations, painted the bull onto their tents and walls in their rangers’ blood. Tell them what happened with the towns. Tell them to develop the film in your camera if they don’t believe you.”
Siri can hear the bared teeth in Lucinda’s words.
“Tell them the truth?” Photo says, voice small.
“Tell them the truth,” Lucinda repeats.
“Okay,” Photo says, presses her hands together between her knees.
“Same goes to you, SIri.”
Siri grunts.
“She’s not eating.”
The door is propped open, to let some of the night air through the building. it helps, gives some reprieve from the desert sun
“Then she doesn’t eat,” the head ranger replies.
“That’s--sir, that’s illegal. There are cameras, they’d know if we--”
“The cameras in the cellblock haven’t worked for months, and none of us know how to fix them,” the head ranger replies. There’s a clatter of a pencil into a ceramic cup. “She’s on a hunger strike, or something, and we don’t have the equipment to force feed her.”
“Sir, I don’t--”
“Then I'll do it,” the head ranger growls. Siri feels her gut clench, rolls over on her bed, cranes her neck to see if Lucinda is still awake.
She is.
Lucinda meets her eyes for a long second, then looks away.
Re: Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (69/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-06-02 09:17 am (UTC)(link)With mortar, stone and chain
She broke out of every prison
Boots mount the staircase
The door is flung back open
She's not there for she has risen,
She's not there for she has risen
(Assuming that you're Waits!anon and not someone else who named the courier Lucinda)
RE: Re: Say They Fear Her (f!courier/siri) (dubcon, referenced noncon) (69/?)
(Anonymous) 2016-06-02 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)I'm not sure if im "waits!anon" but that is DEFINITELY where her name came from, so i'll accept the title if you're offering!
(Also good job on catching the song, this is the only one in the whole series where i worry about the title being too obscure)