Disorderly Unconduct [Amandus]
Jan 29, 2012 19:26:10 GMT -5
Post by Ena Mena Mina Mo on Jan 29, 2012 19:26:10 GMT -5
I didn't do it on purpose. And it's not like I was trying to get drunk or anything, I just wanted to know what was in the bottle. My nose was all clogged with sand and salt water--could anyone blame me for not smelling the bottle first? Well, apparently someone can, as the Peacekeeper responsible for snatching my wrist the second I tipped said bottle back for a sip. I jumped and started to shove him away before recognizing his uniform, and when I dropped the bottle in surprise he accused me of being drunk and disorderly and underage, not that anyone of any age is allowed to get drunk. But apparently I'm not even aloud to have an accidental sip, which is unfortunate for me. Only because I was caught, though. Whatever kind of alcohol that was, I'd rather drink bottles of ocean water--that stuff might as well be vinegar for all the decent flavor it might have had. Nasty stuff.
An hour later I'm still watching people go by, hunched over in this massively uncomfortable position. I think he said he'd only make me stay in the stocks for a couple hours, since it's my 'first offense (as if it was really an offense at all), but I wasn't really paying attention. I was trying to figure out how new the hinges on the levers were, and if I could break them as soon as his back was turned. Now that, at least, would earn my my sentence. I can't say I'm feeling particularly humiliated--most of the people walking by know me, I think, so chances are they know I'd never get caught doing something that would land me in the stocks for a good reason. I'm much sneakier than that, honest. They know there's got to be some misunderstanding involved.
You know it's funny--the stocks are meant for an adult, and an average-sized one at that--my head is pretty caught in the hole, as would be just about anyone's, but I can slide my hands in and out at will. Since leaning over like this is supremely painful, though, it's easier just to rest my elbows inside the holes meant for my wrists and close my eyes, pretending I'm doing my scarecrow impersonation. Every couple minutes I can convince myself that it's true.