Hattie had not had a very good day. First she was out cold from being drunk off her ass, and she still isn't sure what's going on. Once approaced by the officials, things went.. Poorly. Very poorly.
"Shit, she woke up again, will someone -do- something??" a guard yells, followed by a grunt as if having been thrown.
"You can't -do- this to me! I'm a PRINCESS!"
"Yeah yeah we- JESUS! She BIT me!"
There's the sound of stuggling and two more guards rush right past the cell and toward the commotion where there's spiteful laughter of the female voice, which abruptly cuts off to the sound of a vicious impact.
"You know what, just.. Just throw her in cell twenty-seven, maybe that'll cool that slippery witch off. And restrain her arms -tight-, dammit."
Shortly after that command, the unconscious owner of the female voice (Hattie of Ehvenn), is seen being dragged along the floor by two men. Her face can't be seen with the way her hair is dangling but, come on. We all know it's her.
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Hattie had not had a very good day. First she was out cold from being drunk off her ass, and she still isn't sure what's going on. Once approaced by the officials, things went.. Poorly. Very poorly.
"Shit, she woke up again, will someone -do- something??" a guard yells, followed by a grunt as if having been thrown.
"You can't -do- this to me! I'm a PRINCESS!"
"Yeah yeah we- JESUS! She BIT me!"
There's the sound of stuggling and two more guards rush right past the cell and toward the commotion where there's spiteful laughter of the female voice, which abruptly cuts off to the sound of a vicious impact.
"You know what, just.. Just throw her in cell twenty-seven, maybe that'll cool that slippery witch off. And restrain her arms -tight-, dammit."
Shortly after that command, the unconscious owner of the female voice (Hattie of Ehvenn), is seen being dragged along the floor by two men. Her face can't be seen with the way her hair is dangling but, come on. We all know it's her.
... Right?