Since there is no immediate threat that she can discern, Joan begins to test the boundaries of her captivity, systematically attempting to advance first a full step forward, then a half when she can't move that far, and then a quarter. All right, she can move about a quarter of a step forward. Can she turn? Attempts at it show she can rotate within a quarter-step radius but she cannot move further than that in any direction. With her feet, in any event. She tentatively attempts a slow squat. That she can do but she stops before sitting in case she is stuck on the ground. Save that for if her legs tire. Up on her toes is the same, she can do that. Her arms appear to have a little more range of motion, good to know. In all, she is not entirely defenseless if she is attacked in this space, but without the help of others in the room, she has little hope of fighting off anything significant.
Not, she observes, irritably flexing first one ankle and then the other, that this place will provide her with anything like the satisfaction of a physical attack or a head-on psychological challenge. Oh no, it is determined to be oblique as hell and wear at her like sleep deprivation.
Sighing, Joan stretches her arm toward the bookshelf and manages to snare a romance novel called, naturally, because anything else wouldn't be insulting enough, Undercovers. "If nothing else the cliches ought to be amusing," she says, voice bitten off and sharp. She can keep track of the number of errors.
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Date: 2011-12-28 10:53 pm (UTC)Not, she observes, irritably flexing first one ankle and then the other, that this place will provide her with anything like the satisfaction of a physical attack or a head-on psychological challenge. Oh no, it is determined to be oblique as hell and wear at her like sleep deprivation.
Sighing, Joan stretches her arm toward the bookshelf and manages to snare a romance novel called, naturally, because anything else wouldn't be insulting enough, Undercovers. "If nothing else the cliches ought to be amusing," she says, voice bitten off and sharp. She can keep track of the number of errors.