>>1585076In a word, her new environment was -cold-. Sure, she'd done this kind of thing a lot, during all kinds of weather and at all sorts of places, but she seldom got caught or even seen... and even when she did, she was skilled at getting out of it. But stopping to 'help' her friend(if one could've called it that) proved to be unwise.
No, the bespectacled friend had not been the girl the officer was after. But one streaker was certainly as good as the next. After a completely failed attempt at talking him into letting her go, she felt the cool sensation of handcuffs binding her, and she was put in the back of a car without the blessing of any kind of cover, not even a blanket. She was put in the cell the same way.
"No one's pressed charges, and you're not old enough to be tried as an adult, so we'll just leave you here overnight to dwell on your actions."
That was all the officer said, and all he would say, before leaving her in that empty cell. The man wasn't a monster; her room was abandoned, and no one but her was in that entire hallway.
Still... she was freezing. Not a single amenity was given to her, aside from a threadbare 'blanket' on the flat bed in the corner.
She eventually took to rubbing her sides for warmth as she stared around at her temporary living arrangements.
Well... at least they hadn't pressed charges. Or left her with anyone. Eventually she'd get out, and that would be the end of it.
It could have gone much worse!
With that somewhat cheery thought, she eventually went to sit back on the bed, trying to get some rest. The sooner the night was over with, the better.
Sleep came blessedly quick.
So soon, in fact, that she never thought to notice the recording device set in the upper corner of the brick wall, fixed directly on where she slept with a blinking red light.
