OOC: how much am I allowed to swear if it is in character? If this is too much just let me know. Sorry it's very long.
Rain. Fiona hated rain. It always seemed to be raining in Cerenis. It made her clothes run and go horridly bright colours. This time her clothes were hot pink and fluro blue. Disgusting. Not to mention that the damn skirt was sticking to her. The damn skirt kept riding up her... behind in a very uncomfortable fashion; it looked foolish. She kept walking and tried to unpick the skirt but fell in a pile of mud. Another pile of mud fell from the sky for no reason other than to torment her. Stupid rain.
She heard the jingle of bells and groaned loudly. A man placed his foot on her back and pressed down hard. He tapped her on the shoulder with what was probably a pig's bladder, 'this is the Village calling, we want our Idiot back.'
'Fuck.'
She struggled as several more Fools (not The Fool however, who was possibly the only annoying git she could stand) lifted her to her feet. they were holding too tight for struggling to be of any use.
She thrashed out, hitting several Fools. They managed to tie her arms behind her back, dragging her kicking and screaming down the street. A strong punch to the stomach silenced her screams as she gasped for air.
'You fucking arseholes. Can't you just leave me be. When I get loose, I'm going to fucking slit your throats.'
One man reached down her skirt and removed her knife.
'Shit.'
'The Village's orders Lady Foolsfoot,'
She swung her foot at the lanky git behind her, hitting his groin. He laughed and knocked it, a hollow sound resounded in the air - that and a damn annoying little ditty about a mouse hitting a cat.
'Special protection. You're well known, Blueberry really has blueberries now.'
'That filthy git deserved it. He touched me.'
She was taken to the warf and thrown bodily on a boat and into a cage. The cage smelt strangely of wolf and vomit, not a good combination.
'You've got to be kidding me,' she screamed, 'I'll freeze my arse off in here.' Believe it or not, that is exactly what happened: her arse fell off.
The boat travelled for a day before Fiona was let out of the cage. On getting out she had got herself caught up in some rigging and stuck hanging four yards above deck level. As much as the Fools and sailors on board found it amusing, she did not.
'I hate boats,' she groaned, adding in a scream, 'and I hate you too.'
She then bolted herself in a room below deck, trying to get the damn music out of her ears.
All around the Merry-go-round
the monley chased the weazle.
The monkey stopped to pick up some rocks
POP! goes the weazle.
It was beginning to drive her crazy.
On the day they reached the Hyoite docks several men came into the room. There she was unceremoniuosly stripped naked and admired by the men.
'What the fuck are you looking at? I bet none of you has ever seen a woman before,' she snarled.
One of the men pulled a jestering costume out of a bag and with the help of another Fool, she was dressed. It irritated her that they had to touch her so much, most of them had been in her class several years before and all of them had tried to win her over in one form or another. It was then that one man got far too close to her pelvis.
'WHAT THE FRICKING HELL ARE YOU DOING.'
His hand didn't stand a chance. He howled and Fiona smiled with delight.
'It's bad enough that I have to have you dress me in this skimpy uniform, at least play nice.'
She was once again shoved into the cage like some animal. She shivered at the shilly wind. Damn Hyoite and it's neverending winter. The cage was taken to the warf and heaved onto a cart to be taken into the town. She was to be taken to headquartes. The blood drained from her face at the thought of what was going to be a VERY biased and uncomfortable trail.
'GET ME OUT OF HERE!'
She began rocking the cage, screaming and kicking the wooden panels at the top. It was useless but hopefully somebody would hear her. Maybe even Calim would be nearby.
'YOU STUPID, FILTHY FOOLS! JUST WAIT TIL I GET OUT OF HERE! I"M GOING TO SNAP YOUR NECKS WITH MY BARE HANDS.'
A bucket of briney water was thrown at her.