RP Roulette: A Crime of Fashion [Siobhan] {Casual}

[SIOBHAN "NYX" SHAW]

Siobhan wasn’t proud that she knew as much as she did about the jail system in New York, but it was information that came in handy. She liked knowing, and knowing kept her from feeling as if she was out of control. She knew very little was currently in her control, but knowing as much as she did make her feel a bit more centred. Having her fate in Brad’s hands, though...she really hoped the judge was a decent person.

"You can probably tell I am not the sort of person who can handle being kept waiting for long."

Siobhan smiled a bit. Oh, yes. She was very much aware that Lady Catherine was not someone who waited for anything. Everything in life was probably at her beck and call. That was what happened when one was titled. She knew some of that after she’d married Jamie, but never to that degree. She was just glad that she seemed to be a decent person to spend time in a jail cell with. She may have been privileged and titled and probably had no concept of punishment, but Siobhan found that she was still a decent person to converse with. That was important in moments like these, after all.

"I myself was never sent to bed without supper, Mrs. Shaw, but I must say I would rather that than remaining in this cell!"

Siobhan chuckled a bit at that. Oh, she was right there with Catherine. Had she gone without supper, she most definitely would not be sitting in a jail cell.

"I mean that as no slight against you, you understand; I simply don't appreciate being treated in this most undignified manner."

“Oh, don’t worry, I completely understand. Sitting in a jail cell, no matter the company, wasn’t my first choice for the evening, either,” she offered. “I’m just hoping that we’re out before midnight.”

After all, she did have things to do. Her next show needed to be written and finalized, she had planned on doing some laundry, and she was sure there would be long moments for self-pity before she finally slept. And the hard benches weren’t ideal for that in the slightest.

“I mean, the NYPD did such a lovely job with our accommodations, but I’d hate to have to sleep here.”

[LADY CATHERINE DE BOURGH]

“Oh, don’t worry, I completely understand. Sitting in a jail cell, no matter the company, wasn’t my first choice for the evening, either,”

Lady Catherine nodded at Siobhan's sentiment. She had many other things she would rather be doing with her evening - shopping, for example. Then again, shopping was what had landed her in here in the first place. That didn't mean she wouldn't shop again, though, that was a ridiculous notion.

Maybe if she wasn't in the jail cell she would have gone to get a manicure. Yes, surely that would be less hazardous than a shopping trip - and with a complimentary glass of champagne into the bargain (Her Ladyship only attended the most exclusive of beauty parlours). Yet she couldn't go shopping, or go to get a manicure. She had been in this jail cell since around five o'clock and-

“I’m just hoping that we’re out before midnight.”

Lady Catherine was certain she had paled as Siobhan spoke.

“I mean, the NYPD did such a lovely job with our accommodations, but I’d hate to have to sleep here.”

Now Lady Catherine was shaking her head in disbelief, her fingers clutching the Chanel bag even more tightly than before, as if it were a life raft. There was a note of desperation - even fear - in her voice as she made her reply, eyes wide.

"They...they don't expect us to sleep here, do they? They surely can't imagine we would deign to...that's ridiculous!"

For what seemed the first time since Siobhan had entered the cell, Lady Catherine moved forwards, hurriedly, towards the cell door, now bordering on the hysteric as she had done when she had first been admitted to the cell.

"There is no reason to keep me in this cell for any longer than they already have done - I don't deserve this sort of treatment; I am Lady Catherine de Bourgh and I demand to be treated with the respect that title deserves!"

[SIOBHAN "NYX" SHAW]

Siobhan wasn’t so sure what would set the other woman off. Everything about the entire situation seemed to make the other woman upset. Siobhan could understand it, seeing as how the other woman was clearly a privileged individual who had never been in this situation before. She felt for the older gal. Honestly, had she been as sheltered, she might just be in tears over it. But with everything that she’d lived through, this was nothing to write home about. Especially with Jamie gone. Had he still been alive, she might have worried about shaming him. However, had he still been alive, she wouldn’t have been in this situation at all. It was a complex thing.

"They...they don't expect us to sleep here, do they? They surely can't imagine we would deign to...that's ridiculous!"
“Ridiculous as it sounds, they don’t see it as inconveniencing us. It’s more that they’re going through a docket and we’re so far down it.” She shook her head a bit.

She watched as Lady Catherine approached the cell door, looking more agitated than ever. It wouldn’t help things, but if it made her feel better, Siobhan was more than happy to let her do as she wanted. After all, she’d already hit someone with her purse today. Siobhan wasn’t going to get in line to be the second one to receive that treatment.

"There is no reason to keep me in this cell for any longer than they already have done - I don't deserve this sort of treatment; I am Lady Catherine de Bourgh and I demand to be treated with the respect that title deserves!"

“Lady Catherine,” Siobhan started, running a hand through her loose blonde curls. “I understand where you’re coming from, but I don’t think they’re listening.”

She hadn’t seen anyone by the cell for a while now. It was actually kind of irresponsible of the NYPD. They could have killed each other, after all, and who would know? Siobhan leaned back against the wall, studying her fingernails for a long moment. It was a good thing they were both civilized people.

[LADY CATHERINE DE BOURGH]

“Ridiculous as it sounds, they don’t see it as inconveniencing us. It’s more that they’re going through a docket and we’re so far down it.”

Lady Catherine did not turn to face Siobhan as she spoke - instead she continued to look through the bars of the cell door, as if by doing so long enough it would lead someone to appear there. She scoffed, however, and replied with great irritation that she didn't understand why they were both so far down the docket when they clearly didn't deserve this sort of treatment.

At Siobhan's next words, however, Lady Catherine turned to face her, one eyebrow raised in disdain.

"And whyever not?" she asked. "We are in a jail cell - surely there must be someone here who is guarding it?"