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Eastbound samples aayy
[Well.
Well.
This was certainly a predicament, wasn’t it? It was wiser to keep her mouth shut and go along with what was needed of her until she could collect her bearings, so with a wide-eyed look and a smile like she was serving kings, she did her work with gusto. She hums, she moves about like she’s dancing, she acts like this is something she’s been doing since forever, even if her attempts at actually cleaning anything are incredibly clumsy and haphazard.]
Sorry! Really, so sorry, I’ve never had to do this, you see. [She babbles despite the fact none of them can understand her; it doesn’t seem to deter her cheerful mood at all.
By the end of the day she aches in places she didn’t even know existed and physically feels exhausted. When she’s ushered into a cell for the night, she at least has the energy to look vague disappointed that she’s being tied up to someone else— a man no less, excuse her??—and gives a, ‘come on now, REALLY?’ look at the guard who pays her absolutely no mind to leave her there.]
Really, so rude, these kidnappers.
[No one else has been able to understand her, so she doesn’t expect him to be able to either, but she grins at him in a friendly way anyhow, pushing her hair behind her ears from where it’s fallen from being curled up on top of her head.
Winnie rolls her shoulders and then winces, the smile falling into a slight pout.]
Well.
This was certainly a predicament, wasn’t it? It was wiser to keep her mouth shut and go along with what was needed of her until she could collect her bearings, so with a wide-eyed look and a smile like she was serving kings, she did her work with gusto. She hums, she moves about like she’s dancing, she acts like this is something she’s been doing since forever, even if her attempts at actually cleaning anything are incredibly clumsy and haphazard.]
Sorry! Really, so sorry, I’ve never had to do this, you see. [She babbles despite the fact none of them can understand her; it doesn’t seem to deter her cheerful mood at all.
By the end of the day she aches in places she didn’t even know existed and physically feels exhausted. When she’s ushered into a cell for the night, she at least has the energy to look vague disappointed that she’s being tied up to someone else— a man no less, excuse her??—and gives a, ‘come on now, REALLY?’ look at the guard who pays her absolutely no mind to leave her there.]
Really, so rude, these kidnappers.
[No one else has been able to understand her, so she doesn’t expect him to be able to either, but she grins at him in a friendly way anyhow, pushing her hair behind her ears from where it’s fallen from being curled up on top of her head.
Winnie rolls her shoulders and then winces, the smile falling into a slight pout.]