These words I've shared

[thepull_mods]

Who: Open Log for all those who let themselves get taken in.
When: September 1st, 1918 and September 2nd, 1918.
Where: Undisclosed barracks at the Missionworth Military Base
Summary: The Military wants answers, and they're hoping you can help give them. Also, there are at least temporary beds. Try and sleep off that hangover.
Warnings: Interrogations will only go as badly as expected.

Though the newcomers haven't been treated as an overall threat, they have been taken to their new location as quickly as possible, and under fairly heavy guard.

Those guarding the newcomers vary between overly interested, and incredibly wary. Some seem to barely be able to hold back asking questions, and some clearly expecting a fight at any moment.

Needless to say, the tension is a bit high.

The newcomers who came quietly (Or at all) are held for the meantime in an empty barracks, bunk beds lining the walls and a bathroom off one end of the hall.

Periodically, a guard will come by and request for someone to follow them to be questioned.

It's likely a good idea to follow. 

Comments

[ella_of_frell]

Even Ella was alarmed at the sound of Hattie kicking up such a fuss, getting to her feet. And in spite of herself, Hattie really didn't need to be treated like that - Ella found herself calling after the guards. "You can't treat her like that -!"

Because that sounded painful, "Hattie!" They better not have killed her. That's my job!

She'd roll her eyes at the 'Princesses should not be in jails' line, but there were more important things. She did however, agree that Hattie couldn't cope in a setting like this. Glancing at Eponine, Ella shook her head, "There isn't much we can do from in here, Eponine."

[blondandperfect]

Hattie gives a low groan in response to her name being yelled. Being rather dizzy, she isn't in a position to really say anything, but the voices do sound familiar. It'll be more clear to her a little later but she's very much alive.

Eponine and Ella aren't completely ignoredthough, as one guard that is favoring his shoulder reponds to them with a red face, "Keep it down in there!" Don't egg him on, he's clearly ready to own some more noobs. He waits for only a moment before following along with the group.

[makeflowersgrow]

Eponine wandered reluctantly away from the bars; she wasn't good at planning what to do; she had spent her life being told to be in a certain place to do a certain thing, and unlike Ella, wasn't independent enough to consciously take charge of her future. She sat on the bunk again.

"I would like to take Hattie back to France with me - I wish I could show her... a day in my life there would teach Hattie not to fight peopple she cannot possibly beat."

She looked up as heavy footsteps came closer and a jangle of metal indicated that the cell was being opened. A soldier.

He pointed straight at Eponine. "You. Girl. Come with me - and let's be having no funny business."

Eponine stood up, glancing at Ella, but said nothing. She followed the man quietly out of the cell, and some way down the corridor, waiting patiently as instructed whilst he locked Ella's cell again. Once the guard had collected her, Eponine put her hand on his, closed her eyes and concentrated, imagining his mind being wiped of - everything. She had probably overdone it a bit, but she wasn't sure what might trigger a reaction, and Eponine had no intention of staying in jail for longer than she had to. Especially if they were hitting prisoners. Eponine had no intention of being beaten up again.

Once the man was essentially blanked, it was simple for Eponine to take his keys off his belt, and hurry back to Ella's ccell. Breakouts with magic powers were SO much easier than in France... Her hair was only slightly ruffled from where she had ran her hand through it as she concentrated,and she attempted to smooth this down even as, triumphantly, she waved the keys at Ella.

"Look - see, Madame, what I have. Come - we can get out of here. I don't want them to hurt you too."