Pre-Capture [Shirley is, unfortunately, not a stranger to being a person of interest. Her life is pretty much defined by being a person of interest. She wants to believe that being a cooperative person of interest will help things work out, but it's the part about being tracked that does it. It makes her feel hunted, and when she realizes the apartment has been locked up it makes her feel trapped.
Panic sets in, and she kicks at her door fruitlessly. It hurts, but that's the least of her problems right now.]
Why? Why is it always like this?
Capture [Shirley is no stranger to being taken captive, either, but it doesn't change how powerless she feels when they come. She goes quietly to avoid making trouble for the others in her apartment, keeping her head down to hide angry tears as she stews in her own failure to see the truth. She shouldn't have said anything. She shouldn't have believed they would be fair. In the end, Shehui is no better than Crusand or Gadoria; they just have fancier technology.
If this were home, this wouldn't be happening. If this were home, Shirley would have already sunk the mainland and there would be virtually nobody left to attempt this. Unfortunately, this isn't home and she's just useless instead.
She's totally sullen when she's escorted to her cell, but the presence of others does catch her attention. At least she's not alone, but the fact that they've taken enough people to warrant cellmates isn't that comforting. Shirley speaks up once they're left alone.]
I didn't know that they would put people together like this.
Telepathy We're underground in a building. We don't know what will happen. Don't trust them.
[Shirley doesn't know who might hear or if they'll start interfering with telepathy again soon, so she keeps her message short and simple. She wants to ask for help, but...is that best for the coven members still free right now?]
no subject
[Shirley is, unfortunately, not a stranger to being a person of interest. Her life is pretty much defined by being a person of interest. She wants to believe that being a cooperative person of interest will help things work out, but it's the part about being tracked that does it. It makes her feel hunted, and when she realizes the apartment has been locked up it makes her feel trapped.
Panic sets in, and she kicks at her door fruitlessly. It hurts, but that's the least of her problems right now.]
Why? Why is it always like this?
Capture
[Shirley is no stranger to being taken captive, either, but it doesn't change how powerless she feels when they come. She goes quietly to avoid making trouble for the others in her apartment, keeping her head down to hide angry tears as she stews in her own failure to see the truth. She shouldn't have said anything. She shouldn't have believed they would be fair. In the end, Shehui is no better than Crusand or Gadoria; they just have fancier technology.
If this were home, this wouldn't be happening. If this were home, Shirley would have already sunk the mainland and there would be virtually nobody left to attempt this. Unfortunately, this isn't home and she's just useless instead.
She's totally sullen when she's escorted to her cell, but the presence of others does catch her attention. At least she's not alone, but the fact that they've taken enough people to warrant cellmates isn't that comforting. Shirley speaks up once they're left alone.]
I didn't know that they would put people together like this.
Telepathy
We're underground in a building. We don't know what will happen. Don't trust them.
[Shirley doesn't know who might hear or if they'll start interfering with telepathy again soon, so she keeps her message short and simple. She wants to ask for help, but...is that best for the coven members still free right now?]