[Sodium_noir] Re: Team Scarab to the Rescue!

[Jenn Taback]

The Scarab, Bastet, Sugar Kane, the Ahazu
SoE Mage, Dreamspeaker Mage, Mortal, Demon
Warehouse belonging to Iblis Petrochemical

Pressing firmly against the uncomfortable wood of the chair, Sugar
occassionally struggled against the taunt ropes that bound her firmly.
 The fight in her was dwindling as there seemed no point. Everytime
she breathed  out the ropes felt tighter and her wrists started to
burn where it rubbed against the rough fibers.  Her pale and flawless
skin  hardly used to such a course caress.

She wanted urgently to wipe her nose and her glistening eyes as the
damp expression of her fear had begun to dry.  Sugar sniffed as
quietly as she could as her shoulder slumped slightly lower.  This was
hardly the way she wanted to meet her end.  A girl had to have
something creditble out for the public to gnaw on before she met a
tragic end.  If she found herself kickin' the bucket now, she'd be
nothing but a second page line.

Drawing in another slow breath, she listened to the one-sided phone
conversation and let her eyes flicker around the dreary room.

(Strugglin' for a TAG)