Pandora's Box
Wind Wild
Day 1, Morning
Ludelle and Damien
As the man came into view, the faint light lining the catwalk illuminated his features. If she didn't know any better, she'd have thought he had spent half his life in this cell. It wasn't just his overall appearance, it was something deep and... dusty... in his very eyes. It was unsettling. But not intimidating, just enough to keep you on your toes.
His voice spilled in the empty space and it sounded soothing, but his words drew a frown on her face. Everyone who spoke so leisurely about mass murder was someone to be weary of, and the fact that he was seeking approval of the Death God only made matters worse.
Ludelle readjusted her position, sitting down and resting her arms on her knees as she leaned on the bars. As he posed his question, the first thing that came to mind was to brag about the truth. Of course, she didn't follow that urge. Instead, she had to make up a lie. There was only one small problem. It was the Blind Cat. Long ago, when she first met him and she was still but a foolish little girl, she had made a promise. Back then the word “pact” meant nothing to her, the notion of loyalty sounding as far-fetched as the tales of Heaven. But the Cat hadn't forgotten and there was no way around the promise she'd uttered herself. In exchange of his power, she'd promised to tell the truth and nothing but the truth for a full day every friday. Now, the question was, what day was today anyway? Well, only one way to find out. Try to speak a lie and hope it works.
“I'm here for scratching my exes car with my keys...” she smirked as the words left her lips effordlessly and decided she might as well enjoy what time she had left. “...and bashing the window in... before I filled it with dynamite and ran it in his office before blowing it up. In my defence, he totally deserved it. Much more than I deserve being here.”
Damien couldn't see, but her eyes were pinned on him, glinting with curiosity. He didn't look like the type who appreciated jokes and might very well lose all interest in her, but it was worth the try. Anything to escape the dread of her situation and feel alive again.
Realising that she should ask something in turn, she asked how long he'd been there himself and what for, although she hardly had any interest in making friends with prisoners. It was just a way to pass the time.