Emanuelle Golding
Em didn't really give a shit about the battle. Honestly. She'd much rather be sitting on the beach dozing off in the warm sunlight, as opposed to being stuck here with these idiots.
Zoey was staring (or glaring, whatever - it didn't matter. The point was that Zoey's eyes were on her.) Em always knew Zoey wanted her. The blond smiled viciously and tossed her head. She was used to being stared at.
Em looked around. God. Why were they even here? It wasn't as if any of the digimon were breaking out of this prison - no digimon had. Ever. Not even when those perverted serial killers were housed here. This was one of the best prisons in the -
Then the alarm went off. Em's face fell. And on the day she'd chosen to wear stilettos? Fuck you, world. Apparently, Leomon needed the prison funds to cure his balding head. Peachy.
Dorumon glanced at her, then at the prison, and Em's digivice gleamed. She nodded. "Let's get this over with," she muttered, her cold gaze sliding towards Joe. "Before he vomits more cliches."
The team rushed past her, and Em shook in fury as she realized how absolutely stupid it was of her to wear stilettos. Of course, it wasn't entirely her fault - this prison was known to be safe. Secure.
Fuckdamn. Frustrated, Em slipped out of her stilettos and ran barefoot towards the rest of the team. She was short, and they might have been taller, but they weren't quite as quick as she was, and she caught up with them after a while. The tiles burned cold into her feet, but hey, price she paid for looking pretty, no?
Zoey snickered. "What's wrong with your shoes, Emma? Can't run in them?"
Oh Zoey. Em bristled at the nickname, but showed nothing but a honeyed smile laced with arsenic. "The best shoes hurt the most. It's why I don't wear comfortable ones." She let her eyes drop to Zoey’s ratty sneakers for a moment, and then continued on her way.
Em almost crashed into Rio, but caught herself before she rammed into the boy. A slew of curses flew from his mouth.
“Why Rio, I didn’t know you had such a colorful vocabulary,” Em teased.
“Would you please pull your head out of your ass long enough to see what’s happened?” Zoey snapped, gesturing at the cell in front of Rio.
“She’s right, Emmanuelle.” Dorumon grimly nodded at the cage. “Look.”
She could have surprised a sailor. Joe approached the doors carefully. “They’re still locked tight. How’d you think they got out?”
She wasn’t sticking around for this. Damn them all. Damn their incompetence and damn her own self for being so stupid as to actually leave those convicts alone. Why did she go with those morons again? She didn’t have to watch to know who’d win. Rio was born to be a rough-and-tumble sort of guy, while Joe…Joe was the sucker of the minute.
“Where are you going?” called Joe as Em stormed off.
She turned around and threw a stiletto – one at Zoey, and the other at Joe. Zoey ducked and the sandal only smacked her cheek, but the sandal landed squarely on the back of Joe’s head as he returned to inspect the empty cell.
“Ow! What the hell -?!”
“Don’t just stand there like retards,” Em screamed. “They couldn’t have gotten far. Let’s get off our asses and look for them.”
“Bitch –“
Em was already gone, stalking off to one of the emptier halls. She slammed her hand against one of the cells, seething, and the poor digimon inside faced a furious ice queen. Patamon cowered, and Dorumon nudged his tamer.
“Calm down.”
How could she? She blew it. Hot tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them back. She wasn’t wearing waterproof eyeliner today, and heaven forbid her makeup ran down her face in streaks. “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. I’ll talk to the digimon, all right?”
Em let out a deep breath. “Fine,” she said through gritted teeth.
None of the digimon seemed to know what happened, and this didn’t really help. Fifteen cells and twenty minutes later, Em had exhausted herself and was on the verge of screaming until someone paid her some attention.
“Don’t you dare tell me none of you saw anything,” Em shrieked as the Gatomon denied knowledge of what happened. “Someone had to fucking see something, unless you’re all blind. You use your eyes, don’t you? I’d be happy to get rid of them for you if you don’t.”
“Em-“
Em slapped the hand away from her shoulder, almost instinctively.
“Em, we’re being called. Leomon wants to see us in his office.”
Through teary blue eyes she glared at Rio. “Oh yeah, because it’s just what we need. An sterile old digimon scolding us for his cheap prison’s failure.”
Still shaking, she took a deep breath. "Give me a while. I'll come. One minute. It's all I need." Steady, steady. Breathe in, breathe out.
She could do this.
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