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nothingmorehorrifying) wrote2016-07-05 02:49 am
nothingmorehorrifying) wrote2016-07-05 02:49 am
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You're the prince of the playground, Little alphabet boy
There's an uncharitable part of Wanda that thinks the keepers at the Raft get off on watching her struggle. With the restriction collar, the straightjacket is entirely theater, designed to make her feel like even less than human, and she hates them for it. Even Hydra had at least done her the courtesy of leaving her hands free while they made her into an experiment and kept her in a stone and plastic box. Now she's robbed of motion, of the freedom to eat or use the bathroom without assistance–another point in favor of her keepers enjoying this more than is right. It's as boring as it is maddening.
She can't even play bongos on the furniture like Scott a few cells over. Not that she necessarily wants to but at least it would be something to do.
The sounds of punching and crashing are almost a novelty, especially when she hears the soft electric buzz of her cell suddenly cut out. Someone shouts and then abruptly stops shouting and Wanda sits up a little straighter as she sees movement at the edge of her window. It's a profile that's become very familiar to her and Wanda truly breaks out of her torpor, struggling to her feet.
Steve is in front of her and opening her door, holding out an army knife to cut her loose and she trips forward in her need to be free of the cursed thing.
Trips forward and almost hits her head on the edge of a bathtub that definitely wasn't there before.
Wanda's created enough illusions to know that this isn't one. She's stepped out of her cell and fallen into a bathtub in a dark, unlit room. Panic starts at her and she notices her vision hazing red. It's useless and now she needs to think, needs to remember her training.
What she actually does is kick the edge of the tub viciously, because she's earned at least a little anger after all this.
She can't even play bongos on the furniture like Scott a few cells over. Not that she necessarily wants to but at least it would be something to do.
The sounds of punching and crashing are almost a novelty, especially when she hears the soft electric buzz of her cell suddenly cut out. Someone shouts and then abruptly stops shouting and Wanda sits up a little straighter as she sees movement at the edge of her window. It's a profile that's become very familiar to her and Wanda truly breaks out of her torpor, struggling to her feet.
Steve is in front of her and opening her door, holding out an army knife to cut her loose and she trips forward in her need to be free of the cursed thing.
Trips forward and almost hits her head on the edge of a bathtub that definitely wasn't there before.
Wanda's created enough illusions to know that this isn't one. She's stepped out of her cell and fallen into a bathtub in a dark, unlit room. Panic starts at her and she notices her vision hazing red. It's useless and now she needs to think, needs to remember her training.
What she actually does is kick the edge of the tub viciously, because she's earned at least a little anger after all this.