It wasn't often that Wriothesley had to come down to the Pankration Ring. He'd retired a few years ago after he almost messed up his shoulder but that was something only Sigewinne really knew. He'd been working on watching himself since, a nasty scar was left from that aftermath on his right arm stretching from his armpit to his shoulder. It was one of many scar that littered Wriothesley's body, something he oft wore with pride when he used to go to the Prison's little gym like area to train on his off times from work.
It still felt like yesterday that he was just a prisoner himself. Now he was the man getting the new dossier of inmates coming in on the daily. Lately more and more women were being sent to the prison under the sea it seemed. It still didn't rival the number of men but it was enough that Wriothesley had started to take some new measures for them. A criminal was still a criminal but he wasn't going to let them go without any safety measures. The first order of business is he had designated one of the bathing areas and rest rooms for women only. It was only one spot in the entirety of the prison for now but it was a start at least. His next project was getting doors in some of the rooms for the women, he really didn't want to have actual bars used. It seemed barbaric even for his reputation.
That was all things he rather be focusing on instead of two idiots beating the shit out of each other. Seperating them was the easy part, knocking them out was a bit more messy. He lets out a sigh as he takes the two of them, dragging them by the collars of their shirts to the edge of the ring for the attendants to take care of from there. It's easy to climb down the ring and when he does he heads towards one of his garde's to grab a napkin to wipe his face clean.
It's then that he happens to look into the crowd and though he isn't looking to see anyone in particular his eyes meet with a face he's never seen before. He pauses, staring at the vision away from him. He has to squint a little to see her and what he thinks he sees does take his breath away but also causes his face to look a bit rough in the process. He's about to walk towards her to get her name but one of his garde's calls for him and he turns, taking the napkin and dabbing his face. It's only a moment he looks away and when he turns back she's already gone without a trace.
"...we had some inmates come in earlier today, right? I want a report of them all on my desk immediately." He starts to head back to the rink to help get rid of the crowd but stops and turns back to the same garde for a moment. "And some hot water for my tea, please."
With that he helps cleaning up the mess and when he gets to his chambers he finds a neat stack of folders on his desk. He hurries through them, looking to see if any of them remind him of that woman he saw earlier and he's almost done with them and about to give up when one falls from his desk into his lap. He picks it up, the file reading 'Arnault, Dorothea.' He opens it and a smirk appears on his face, grinning nearly ear to ear. "Found you."
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Date: 2023-12-18 08:33 pm (UTC)It still felt like yesterday that he was just a prisoner himself. Now he was the man getting the new dossier of inmates coming in on the daily. Lately more and more women were being sent to the prison under the sea it seemed. It still didn't rival the number of men but it was enough that Wriothesley had started to take some new measures for them. A criminal was still a criminal but he wasn't going to let them go without any safety measures. The first order of business is he had designated one of the bathing areas and rest rooms for women only. It was only one spot in the entirety of the prison for now but it was a start at least. His next project was getting doors in some of the rooms for the women, he really didn't want to have actual bars used. It seemed barbaric even for his reputation.
That was all things he rather be focusing on instead of two idiots beating the shit out of each other. Seperating them was the easy part, knocking them out was a bit more messy. He lets out a sigh as he takes the two of them, dragging them by the collars of their shirts to the edge of the ring for the attendants to take care of from there. It's easy to climb down the ring and when he does he heads towards one of his garde's to grab a napkin to wipe his face clean.
It's then that he happens to look into the crowd and though he isn't looking to see anyone in particular his eyes meet with a face he's never seen before. He pauses, staring at the vision away from him. He has to squint a little to see her and what he thinks he sees does take his breath away but also causes his face to look a bit rough in the process. He's about to walk towards her to get her name but one of his garde's calls for him and he turns, taking the napkin and dabbing his face. It's only a moment he looks away and when he turns back she's already gone without a trace.
"...we had some inmates come in earlier today, right? I want a report of them all on my desk immediately." He starts to head back to the rink to help get rid of the crowd but stops and turns back to the same garde for a moment. "And some hot water for my tea, please."
With that he helps cleaning up the mess and when he gets to his chambers he finds a neat stack of folders on his desk. He hurries through them, looking to see if any of them remind him of that woman he saw earlier and he's almost done with them and about to give up when one falls from his desk into his lap. He picks it up, the file reading 'Arnault, Dorothea.' He opens it and a smirk appears on his face, grinning nearly ear to ear. "Found you."