When a closed door stood safely between Java's growing desire for candor and a Ram who needed to be kept in the dark, Java relaxed a bit, and began the task of unpacking. Ram had been extraordinarily pleasant since her return, and it was increasingly tempting to explain the situation to him in its entirety; there was a new force in power, after ( Read more... )

Java reached the market in good time, in spite of her conspicuous appearance; her muscles were functioning almost normally now, though her wrists and legs were still sore, and the defiant sparkle in her eyes seemed sufficient warning to any would-be approachers. She was not popular among the Virts, Java had no illusions about that, but she was ( Read more... )

Java let herself out of Ram's room quietly, glancing back at him over her shoulder with another small smile before closing the bedroom door. It was only as she made her way back down the hall, safely out of Ram's sight, that she allowed herself to truly revel in the beauty of the situation. Take that, Ebony, she thought, triumphantly, as she ( Read more... )

When Java had selected her own apartment, she had made certain of three things: 1) It was reasonably clean, considering, 2) Its location was unknown to anyone but herself, and 3) It was very, very close to Ram's. He might not want her around, but Java had been all too aware that her husband might not fare too well without his bodyguard nearby, ( Read more... )

((OOC: Continued from hereJava's eyes stung as she stepped shakily into the morning sunlight, her steps slow and painful as she left the building that had been her own personal Hell for the last week. The guards who had escorted her out stood in the doorway, watching her as she left, and Java did her best to keep her posture straight and proud as ( Read more... )

( Day 10 )

Java leaned into the back of the chair, her eyes closed beneath her blindfold. The food her guest had given her felt comforting in her stomach, and made the chill in the room and all that she had endured a bit more bearable, and for that, she was grateful. The man had been so gentle, Java remembered with a small smile, and even if she had pushed ( Read more... )

As the hours passed, Java began to lose her sense of time. Minutes dragged by in the darkness, hours, days, years, and it was all the same to her; it seemed a lifetime and yet only moments since her visitor had left her, and Java's mind was beginning to betray her. As much as she had disliked dealing with her guest, it had at least served to ( Read more... )

It was dark, and cold, when Java regained consciousness. She forced her eyes open, her lashes catching against a blindfold, and squinted, trying to see. The fabric was thick, but she was reasonably certain that the room was dark in its own right; no light came through the tiny holes in the fabric, and the room was utterly still. She hadn't had a ( Read more... )