exsilium | LOG IN: #01 ( audio. )

[ Em doesn't very much enjoy talking or, in general, socializing. Not that she's anti social, it's just that she is very shy and social situations get her anxious and apprensive and she never really knows what to say. She's a quiet person outside her group of friends and she prefers a book to going out, but this time, it's clearly a very different situation she has found herself in. Her voice is quivering, a extremely faint French accent slipping in some syllables and words, but far from the cartoonish exaggeration that the French tend to speak English in. ]

This is a mistake. [ A long pause to suck in some air into her lungs, a shiver audible through her breathing. ] I cannot be here. Not alone-- not without them. Please, my children. I-- I can't leave them with him. Don't do this, please, someone. Take me back. They're alone with him.

[ There is a longer pause now, where she's just breathing. There's a sound which makes it look like she's slumping down on the floor or leaning back, and her voice comes a little muffled as she keeps herself together, possibly a hand over her mouth. ]

You can't do this to them.

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Figured there might be a chance of that.

[Been a while since her Victim Response training, but she goes deep to try to adapt it here] Sorry, where I'm from a police officer is supposed to protect people from those who would hurt them. [Too often it doesn't work that way] What I meant was help teach you strategies you can use to protect yourself and your children when you go home. I'm not sure how useful they are in your own situation, but there's a chance they could help.

[ That wasn't what she had in mind. She makes a sad sound at the reveal and keeps quiet for a moment (rubbing her forehead in distress, but she can't see that). ]

You don't understand how my world works. [ She's very capable of defending herself, even if she would rather not fight at all. You have to adapt to monsters and devils back home, and if that means firing a shotgun into someone's face, she'll do it. She would just rather avoid it. ] I don't need that, I just need a way back to my kids. [ She's a little bit calmer, more out of tiredness than anything. ] Nothing else.

Alright then, we'll just have to find you a way back home as soon as possible. I'll see what I can find.

[ Finally, someone that doesn't beat on the dead horse with a "there's no way out, get used to it" scene and tries to do something about it. She breathes out in relief, but not too much, she's aware of the challenge. ]

Thank you. [ Hope is good. It's the one thing she can cling on to. ]

You're welcome. [Sometimes hope is the only thing you can offer a person. It can feel cruel, but after having all hers stripped away she knows how important even a thread of hope can be.]

My name is Renee Montoya, if you ever need to contact me.