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"We both know your parents will be here soon, Seinfred. Would you mind not breaking out this time?"

"I can't really make any promises, chief. I'm pretty hard to keep in, ya know?" Ignoring the difficulty presented by her hands currently being held together, she flexed, showing off her astounding biceps. The sound of an iron gate slamming shut echoed through the room, enough to make even the hardened soul that now stood alone, and still flexing, wince. She attempted to fix her hat, but between the wild mane of red hair and the electromagnetic cuffs it ended up just falling to floor. Huffing and blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face, she frowned when it ended up right back in front of her face. This goddamn thing never moves... Sighing, the girl decided to lie down and stare at the ceiling for a while. What would mom think?

"What'd you do this time, Soiree? Another break-in? More fighting? Both? I can't even say I'm surprised." Yeah, that sounded about right for ol' mom. Then she'd sigh, take a sip of tea that was mostly honey in practice, and give her a little smile that said, Well, at least you did it well. Try not to get caught again though. Must've been that jungle upbringing or something. She hadn't heard much about mom's birthplace other than that it was some jungle oasis on a desert planet and that dad had been, in mom's words, "astounded by my beauty and the fact that I could carry him on one shoulder." Apparently everyone was like her there though, and that sounded cool. Soiree just wished she'd gotten the compound eyes, they looked rad. Oh, and the white hair. Really wished she'd gotten that instead of dad's red.

What about dad though? "Soiree, you've disrespected the Seinfred name again you know. I have no doubt that your mother finds this highly amusing, but you and I both know that both she and you are already looked down on in the courts. I would ask that you, please, for your own sake, put an end to this. I am not requiring you become a typical lady and engage in those trappings. Something tells me your mother's blood would keep you from taking well to it, besides. He'd give her a smile too, and it'd be genuine, she knew that. But even when he was being nice, she couldn't relate. He was Lord Alexander Seinfred, after all, and even if she was his eldest child, mom was just a concubine.

And who was she? Lady Soiree Sigamni Seinfred? What a stupid name that was, and mom and dad both knew it. Neither of them really wanted her to have an alliterative name, but they were adamant on Soiree and Sigamni, so she kind of got screwed over there. Or was she just the petty crook Soiree? She wasn't sure. Ah well, only one way to find out, really. Picking up her cap and carefully placing it back on her head, though a bit askew due to her hands being stuck together, Soiree did a quick stretch and started pressing against the wall. Give it a few minutes...

Sure enough, within 5 minutes the wall burst outward, and Soiree, still with her hands bound, started walking. Where she was headed, she really didn't know, but that was okay in her book. See? Told you I was hard to keep in.

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"We both know your parents will be here soon, Seinfred. Would you mind not breaking out this time?"

"I can't really make any promises, chief. I'm pretty hard to keep in, ya know?" Ignoring the difficulty presented by her hands currently being held together, she flexed, showing off her astounding biceps. The sound of an iron gate slamming shut echoed through the room, enough to make even the hardened soul that now stood alone, and still flexing, wince. She attempted to fix her hat, but between the wild mane of red hair and the electromagnetic cuffs it ended up just falling to floor. Huffing and blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face, she frowned when it ended up right back in front of her face. This goddamn thing never moves... Sighing, the girl decided to lie down and stare at the ceiling for a while. What would mom think?

"What'd you do this time, Soiree? Another break-in? More fighting? Both? I can't even say I'm surprised." Yeah, that sounded about right for ol' mom. Then she'd sigh, take a sip of tea that was mostly honey in practice, and give her a little smile that said, Well, at least you did it well. Try not to get caught again though. Must've been that jungle upbringing or something. She hadn't heard much about mom's birthplace other than that it was some jungle oasis on a desert planet and that dad had been, in mom's words, "astounded by my beauty and the fact that I could carry him on one shoulder." Apparently everyone was like her there though, and that sounded cool. Soiree just wished she'd gotten the compound eyes, they looked rad. Oh, and the white hair. Really wished she'd gotten that instead of dad's red.

What about dad though? "Soiree, you've disrespected the Seinfred name again you know. I have no doubt that your mother finds this highly amusing, but you and I both know that both she and you are already looked down on in the courts. I would ask that you, please, for your own sake, put an end to this. I am not requiring you become a typical lady and engage in those trappings. Something tells me your mother's blood would keep you from taking well to it, besides. He'd give her a smile too, and it'd be genuine, she knew that. But even when he was being nice, she couldn't relate. He was Lord Alexander Seinfred, after all, and even if she was his eldest child, mom was just a concubine.

And who was she? Lady Soiree Sigamni Seinfred? What a stupid name that was, and mom and dad both knew it. Neither of them really wanted her to have an alliterative name, but they were adamant on Soiree and Sigamni, so she kind of got screwed over there. Or was she just the petty crook Soiree? She wasn't sure. Ah well, only one way to find out, really. Picking up her cap and carefully placing it back on her head, though a bit askew due to her hands being stuck together, Soiree did a quick stretch and started pressing against the wall. Give it a few minutes...

Sure enough, within 5 minutes the wall burst outward, and Soiree, still with her hands bound, started walking. Where she was headed, she really didn't know, but that was okay in her book. See? Told you I was hard to keep in.