The CBB :: View topic - Dilemma for the Deputy Head

#801: Author: Catherine_B, Location: Oxford, UK

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 11:43 am

Time for SuperHilda to come to the rescue? Will she exchange herself for her staff? Will the Deputy Head's dilemma be about what to do with Hilda holed up with the prisoners? Many possibilities!

Thanks Lesley... I've been waiting a long time for that post! Laughing

#802: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 11:59 am

Ruth thought back to the events of the past hour, although she had felt uneasy that evening, felt that the women were not really concentrating, the speed with which everything had happened had astounded her.

“Miss Derwent, I’m cutting short the lesson, please ask your Staff to pack up immediately. The mood in here tonight is wrong, there’s going to be trouble.” The Senior Prison Officer’s voice was controlled, but still held some urgency. Ruth nodded quickly, she turned to speak to Kathie, the closest, as she did she noticed that a number of the inmates had risen, were walking toward her,

“Going somewhere, Miss Derwent?” The tone of the question was faintly mocking, as though the woman already knew the likely outcome, Ruth looked across, it was a tall woman, perhaps in her early thirties, no more, with light brown hair and eyes. She was fit and strong, boasted of being a martial arts expert. Her name was Sullivan, a fairly new inmate, she’d only been to two previous sessions. Ruth had felt, privately, that she didn’t need to be there anyway, sure that she could already read and write. She had refused to allow the RCS mistresses to address her by her first name, insisting that her only name was Sullivan. Although Ruth had not deliberately tried to discover her crime, rumours had whispered that she was a killer.

“Tonight’s session must end early,” Ruth said, trying to project authority, “we’ll be back next week but we have to go now.”

Sullivan laughed, “Oh, I don’t think so,” she said, “I don’t think we want you to go just yet,” as she spoke she also gestured to a number of those closest to her, within seconds each of the RCS Mistresses found themselves held by two or three determined inmates.

“What are you doing? What is this?” Although trying to stay calm and in control, Ruth was aware of the tremor in her voice, she hoped it was not noticeable to anyone else.

As she spoke there was a commotion across the other side of the large classroom, she looked over to see the other two prison officers being dragged in, they’d both been assaulted. They were both forced to their knees, held there, by women who were obviously taking their orders from Sullivan. Out of the corner of her eye, Ruth also saw that the Senior Officer, Miss Shaw, was being held by a number of inmates, and that they were taking the opportunity to attack her.

Sullivan smiled, “There’s been a slight change in plan, schoolteacher,” she said quickly, “you see, some of us felt that, rather than have you teach tonight, we could use you in some other way, namely to get us out of this s**t hole. And this place, the Education wing, is really easy to cut off from the rest of the prison…”

She was suddenly interrupted by another voice, “What the Hell do you think you’re doing, Sullivan?”

At the voice Sullivan looked worried, though she covered it quickly, she turned to speak to another woman who had just entered the room, near to where Miss Shaw was held. “Butcher!” she said quickly, “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Obviously,” Butcher’s voice was full of contempt, “this your attempt at power, Sullivan? Because it’s not going to work.”

Sullivan looked angry, but swallowed the anger enough to reply, “This place can be defended, we can use these people to get out, to escape. Or perhaps you don’t want that, perhaps you like being friends with the screws?”

Butcher’s face stilled, when she replied it was with real menace in her voice, “You ever repeat that again, Sullivan, I’ll kill you,” she said, and at the threat Sullivan paled considerably, “don’t you know how often these things end badly?”

At that point there was a disturbance among those holding Miss Shaw and the Prison Officer broke free, moving quickly she ran toward the nearby door and the large emergency alarm, placed beside it. She almost made it. Butcher herself ran in, under the woman’s guard, slowing her with kick to her knee, then Butcher had thrust an elbow into her solar plexus. Miss Shaw sank to her knees, gasping for breath. Before she could recover the other inmates were upon her. Tearing out a nearby phone, they used the wire to bind her hands behind her.

She looked up at Butcher, “Don’t do this, Butcher,” she said faintly, “if you join in with this, a lot of people will be hurt.”

Butcher gazed at her without emotion, “I’ve already joined,” she said flatly. She turned to one of those holding the woman, “Lock her up, alone, in one of the cells. Make sure there are guards on the door.” She looked across at the women holding the other two officers, “Put those two in a cell together, guard them well. Any objections, Sullivan?” Her gaze swept back to the other inmate.

Sullivan shook her head, “Of course not, Butcher, you’re in charge here.”

Butcher nodded, “Yeah, and don’t you forget it. Now see that the teachers are all placed in a cell, make sure they are not touched. Then we’ll see about securing this place before the rest of the prison catches on to what’s happening.”

At her words Ruth and the others were hustled out of the room and along to where a row of cells lined a corridor. Just before being ushered into one of them, Ruth saw Miss Shaw being dragged into one cell, while the other two officers were pushed into another. Then the door was slammed and she could only see the confines of her own cell.

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#803: Author: Beth, Location: Back in Durham...nearly finished a whole year!!

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 12:03 pm

Oh. My. Goodness.

*wibbles*

Remind me never to join the staff at RCS - it's far too scary! Please let them all be ok, Lesley! Please!!

PS - thanks for all the updates!

#804: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 12:05 pm

Please has Pim got a really big desk? There may be a lot of other people along soon Shocked

This is very tense, Lesley. I daren't even guess what is going to happen next but I would be very grateful if it moves along soon!

Thank you anyway, I think.

#805: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, England

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 12:08 pm

*Hopes desparately that Butcher is doing this as the only way she sees of helping*

*moves further under the desk and welcomes PatMac*

Thanks Lesley

Liz

#806: Author: Katarzyna, Location: North West England

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 12:20 pm

Thank you Lesley!

- sorry, but i am now reading this as a RCS/prisoner cell block H cross over!!! Laughing

*quietly confident that it will all turn out ok in the end*

#807: Author: MaryR, Location: Sale Cheshire

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 12:39 pm

Just caught up with the last two episodes, Lesley.

Are we to assume that Butcher is playing a double bluff here - or is that all far too simple? Shocked

Knowing your cliffs, probably!

Am guessing that we're not going to get out of this one too quickly. Can I (sorry! May I....) join you under that desk, folks?

#808: Author: pim, Location: Helmel Hampster

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 1:21 pm

Lesleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey, no no no no no no no! That was not good for my nerves after a morning of doom!!!!!!!!!!!!

*wibbles and dashes back under desk* See, I said it was a bad idea ever coming out from under there!!!!!!!!!

#809: Dilemma for the Deputy Head Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 2:40 pm

Joins Mary in guessing this won't end any time soon - is there room for another little one under that desk?!

Echoes Patmac's plea that you will come back and move this along smartly, Lesley - yes, I know you've already posted twice today!!

#810: Author: Rosie, Location: Huntingdonshire/Bangor

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 2:48 pm

*makes funny little squeaking noise*
I'm so joining you under that desk!!
Thanks Lesley! But PLEASE let them be ok!!

#811: Author: Beth, Location: Back in Durham...nearly finished a whole year!!

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 2:59 pm

*also decides under the desk is a Good Place To Be*

*brings snuggly blanket*

#812: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 3:29 pm

Nips into her bunker and dives under the duvet. Thanks for the scare, Lesley.

#813: Author: Sarah_K, Location: St Albans/Leicester

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 3:39 pm

*wibbles*
I'm thinking Buthcher's right with the ending badly stuff but I msotly trust her not to let the RCS staff get hurt. Kathie really needs to learn to calm down and not lose her temper so easily I think 'cause I don't think shouting or getting angry is going to be even slightly helpful.

Thanks Lesley

#814: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 4:03 pm

I think that Butcher respects Hilda too much to let anything happen to her staff.

#815: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 4:57 pm

Blimey! One situation sorted, only for another great, whacking, cliff-laden one to appear!! Shocked

Thanks Lesley, great posts. Very Happy

#816: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 5:48 pm

EEEEEEK

*wibbles loudly and squeezes in to join crowd under desk!!*

#817: Author: Carolyn P, Location: Lancaster, England

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 6:05 pm

*passes chocolate under the desk and elbows way in*

Glad I'm not the only one who kept seeing Cell block H!

Lesley, we need more of this or I'll not sleep tonight.

#818: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 7:38 pm

I'm thinking that Pim's desk must be very large! Twisted Evil

The RCS Staff Room was full; it was after eight pm, the Kindergarten and Juniors were already in bed, the Housemistresses or Deputies already in the Boarding Houses with them. The Middles and Seniors were enjoying free time, those that wanted were watching TV, playing computer games or sitting and chatting. This evening, being a Wednesday, saw some of the girls attending music lessons or one of a number of different societies or clubs available. However most of the Staff were just relaxing themselves, also in the Staff Room were the Head and Deputy Head. Miss Annersley sitting with a group of the younger mistresses, all intent on discussing the Harry Potter series, and talking about the new one due out in July. Miss Wilson was sitting with Nancy Wilmot and Rosalind Moore, laughing as they all looked through some of the photographs of Rosalind’s wedding.

Into this scene of domestic bliss strode a bringer of bad news; the Staff Room door opened and John Coates walked in, seeing the Librarian Pat he smiled, “Is the Head here?” Pat pointed him in the right direction.

A tap on her shoulder and Hilda Annersley looked up into John Coates’ face, “Did you want me, John?”

“Something you need to see, Hilda,” John said quietly, “come over here,” he led her over to the annex, inside a few people were watching a film on the TV. “Excuse me everyone,” John said quickly, he reached across and switched the TV over to a news channel, as he did Nell, Nancy and Rosalind wandered in, curious. They all looked at the TV, a male presenter was just finishing the broadcast.

“And our breaking news, once more, there are reports being received about a riot occurring in the female State Prison this evening. The riot, involving up to fifty inmates, seems to be confined to one block - the Education block. The women were there having their weekly literacy lessons. Details about their armaments and demands have not yet been made clear. There is no information yet about the health or well-being of either the four teachers or the three prison officers all known to be in the block just before the riot started. Stay tuned for any further information as we have it. Now a word from our spon…”

John switched off the TV, “I’m right aren’t I?” he asked Miss Annersley, “Our people are up there tonight?”

The Head nodded abruptly, “You are correct, John, I did need to see that,” she said quickly, “thank you for bringing this to my attention.” She glanced round at those Staff within the room, “Stay calm everyone,” she said, and her voice seemed to generate the same, “I’ll find out what is happening and let you know immediately.” She left the Staff Room, headed back to her Study.

#819: Dilemma for the Deputy Head Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 7:45 pm

Lesley wrote:

“Stay calm everyone,” she said, and her voice seemed to generate the same, “I’ll find out what is happening and let you know immediately.” She left the Staff Room, headed back to her Study.

Not much you don't do cliffs, Lesley!!! - But I laughed my head off at the second tailpiece you've just added to your footline (or whatever those comments at the end which I can't get to include when I hit 'quote' are called) Thanks for that touch of humour!

Hope this will all be sorted out without too much trauma - but meantime, am going back under Pim's table for safety!

#820: Author: nikkie, Location: Cumbria

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 7:47 pm

I kept falling off!
You won't be the only one with a limp!
More please Lesley

#821: Author: Mora, Location: Lancaster

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 7:52 pm

I hope Pim's desk is a nice big Miss Annersley style one because I desperately want to squeeze under it too! Confused

*wibbles*

#822: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 8:06 pm

Brilliant Lesley. I was wondering when things were going to go pear-shaped! It had been too smooth! I'm also loving all the reaction!!!!

#823: Author: Rachel,

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 8:24 pm

*takes advantage of all the CBBers hiding under Pim's desk to go on a looting spree*

More please Lesley?

#824: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 8:26 pm

Quote:

I'm thinking that Pim's desk must be very large! Twisted Evil

Just as well seeing that we're likely to be here all weekend. *waves* hi, everyone.

Fortunately, in this virtual world, we have the entire contents of my house in here, the fridge, freezer, pantry, bread bin and the kettle being the most important items, followed by the bathroom, four computers ( Shocked

) and two kingsize beds and some sleeping bags - oh, nearly forgot the wine rack!

Lesley, your sig lies through it's teeth!

#825: Author: Liane, Location: Manchester England

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 8:57 pm

*wibble*
Is there any more room under that desk, I'll bring supplies?!

#826: Author: JackieJ, Location: Kingston upon Hull

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 9:07 pm

Oh bugger - I'd hoped with three posts everything would be resolved, but obviously not.

*majorly eebles*

I'd join you all under the desk... but.... *shrugs*

Jackie

#827: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 9:16 pm

Come on under, Jackie! There's heaps of room! This is Pim's 'Tar-desk' after all....... Wink

(can't you see the blue light?)

#828: Author: Sophoife, Location: down under Down Under

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 9:36 pm

Lesley wrote:

I'm thinking that Pim's desk must be very large! Twisted Evil

patmac wrote:

Fortunately, in this virtual world, we have the entire contents of my house in here, the fridge, freezer, pantry, bread bin and the kettle being the most important items, followed by the bathroom, four computers ( Shocked

) and two kingsize beds and some sleeping bags - oh, nearly forgot the wine rack!

I think Pim's desk is like mine. Mine is a dining table with (at present) only one extra leaf inserted. I have two more sitting behind a cupboard ready for insertion when required.

Lesley you are eeeebil. And you do so too have a fuschia with lime green trim dressing gown. And it's scratchy. And - and - and - fume

#829: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 9:40 pm

Sophoife wrote:

Lesley you are eeeebil. And you do so too have a fuschia with lime green trim dressing gown. And it's scratchy. And - and - and - fume

Well I don't know that that is suitable language for a television personality to use! Wink

#830: Author: Rachel,

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 9:49 pm

patmac wrote:

Quote:

I'm thinking that Pim's desk must be very large! Twisted Evil

) and two kingsize beds and some sleeping bags - oh, nearly forgot the wine rack!

But in true CS style, no toilet! Laughing

#831: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 10:08 pm

Rachel wrote:

patmac wrote:

Quote:

I'm thinking that Pim's desk must be very large! Twisted Evil

) and two kingsize beds and some sleeping bags - oh, nearly forgot the wine rack!

But in true CS style, no toilet! Laughing

Corner of the bathroom, Rachel - but unmentioned Wink

I didn't want to upset your sensibilities.

#832: Author: Sophoife, Location: down under Down Under

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 10:18 pm

Lesley wrote:

Well I don't know that that is suitable language for a television personality to use!

Why? I didn't use any Norty Words!

Mind you, I think I've got off pretty lightly! Shocked

#833: Author: JackieJ, Location: Kingston upon Hull

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 10:22 pm

Vikki wrote:

Come on under, Jackie! There's heaps of room! This is Pim's 'Tar-desk' after all....... Wink

(can't you see the blue light?)

I don't doubt the size of Pim's desk Vikki - I'm just not entirely sure my escapeology skills are quite there yet.

*eebles some more*

Please, Lesley..... let me out?

JackieJ

#834: Author: pim, Location: Helmel Hampster

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 11:15 pm

grr rah *points in the direction of other post and moans about the sprunyness of the board*

#835: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 11:43 pm

Pim what does 'sprunyness' mean?

Inside the cell the woman rose from where she had sat on the bed, recovering from the blow to her stomach. She stretched slightly, feeling the strain on her shoulders, the insistent pull caused by her wrists being tied behind her. As quickly as possible she took an inventory of her belongings. Her keys, of course, were gone, Butcher herself had removed the keys and their chain from her belt. Also gone the other marks of her profession, small truncheon, pepper spray, ID card. They’d left her wallet, at least for now, but just about everything else was gone. Miss Shaw began to pace, thinking, this wasn’t the first time she had faced trouble during her career, she’d been in the Service more than twenty years, it was expected. But this was probably the most dangerous situation. As she walked she suddenly winced as the bruising from Butcher’s blow caught up with her, ‘Damn but that was painful,’ she thought, ‘never realised an elbow could be so hard.’

After a time she forced herself to sit down again, it was likely she was going to need all her strength to survive this. She didn’t know how long she sat there for, she may even have dozed off, but was suddenly alerted by the sound of a key in the lock, she jerked awake and watched the door open.

“Hello screw,” the voice was mocking, nasty.

Miss Shaw looked across to see Sullivan framed in the doorway. She said nothing.

“What, nothing to say, Shaw? That’s a first for you, normally you’ve always got loads to tell us, isn’t that right girls?” She turned her head slightly, Miss Shaw could see at least half a dozen other women, all crowding round to catch a glimpse of their prisoner.

Sullivan walked into the cell and stood directly in front of the prison officer,

“She don’t look so special now, does she, Sullivan?” One of the other women called across quickly.

“She’s not special,” Sullivan replied, “the only thing that made her special was these,” she lifted her hand to show a set of keys and a chain, “now I’ve got them, she’s nothing. Ain’t that so, screw?”

Miss Shaw remained silent, staring directly at the inmate in front of her, the silent stare seemed to enrage Sullivan, reaching across she grabbed the woman by her lapels and hauled her to her feet. “Stand up when I’m talking to you!” she ordered. Her hand felt the wallet in Miss Shaw’s top pocket, releasing her victim she took the wallet out, inside, as well as some money, were a few photographs.

The other women crowded into the cell and arranged themselves around Sullivan, she looked round and smiled, “Here you go, girls, photos for you to enjoy!” She passed round the pictures, catching sight of the angry gleam in the prison officer’s eyes, “What, did that upset you, Shaw? Have I made some mistake, allowing the women to look at these pictures?” She plucked one back from the women, showed it to Shaw, “Who’s this then? A relative or a friend?”

Miss Shaw bit her lip, remaining silent.

“Oh well, if it’s not important…” Sullivan grinned while tearing the picture in half, “You’ll not mind will you?”

“I should have expected that from you, Sullivan,” Miss Shaw said tightly, “no appreciation of anything belonging to another, no thought of anyone except yourself. No wonder you ended up in here for a minimum of twenty years, just what I’d expect.”

Sullivan reached across and pulled the prison officer to her feet again, “I’ve got news for you, screw,” she said softly, “I’ll be leaving here soon, you’ll die in here.” She looked round at the other women and smiled, “think we should all give Shaw a proper welcome girls, show her the true state of affairs in here now. One she’s going to have to accept.”

She raised her hand and viciously slapped the woman across her face. Her action appeared to galvanise the others. They all moved forward eager to take part in the beating…

#836: Author: Beth, Location: Back in Durham...nearly finished a whole year!!

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 11:45 pm

Oh, thank-you Lesley...I think...this is very scary!

*resorts to method used for watching 'Casualty', and hides behind a cushion*

#837: Author: Rachel,

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 11:50 pm

Thanks Lesley - just waiting for Butcher to show up and halt them before they get as far as the actual beating!

Am I pushing my luck asking for more so soon?

#838: Author: pim, Location: Helmel Hampster

Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 11:55 pm

Waggggggggh. Lesleeeeeeeeeeeey *moans drunkenly from under the desk*

*refuses to explain sprunyness just now*

#839: Author: Rosie, Location: Huntingdonshire/Bangor

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 12:16 am

Rachel wrote:

Am I pushing my luck asking for more so soon?

Dunno, but shall we try anyway?

#840: Author: Gem, Location: Saltash/Aberystwyth

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 1:38 am

Argh!

Lesleeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*pushes into the throng under Pim's desk and hides behind someone*

#841: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 1:59 am

*trips looking for the magical desk-shelter*
Why is it so dark in here?

I was hoping Butcher had some useful stratagem in mind, but if she's let Sullivan have the keys.... Sad

*special wibbles for poor Miss Shaw*

#842: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 10:14 am

It was only a short time later that Miss Annersley appeared once more at the Staff Room, the information she had was sketchy in the extreme. John Coates had managed, through his connections, to get through to someone fairly senior in the relevant police force, but all they could do was confirm the details mentioned on the TV broadcast.

“At the moment, although no one can say definitely,” the Head continued, “it would appear that our four Staff are being held as hostages, along with the three prison officers. They have a police negotiation team there, waiting to speak to the convicts, but so far they have not answered any calls. I’ll let you know as soon as I hear anything. Nancy, Rosalind, Sharlie, all of you please join me in my Study, any news will come directly through to there.”

She walked back to her Study, followed by the three named. As she reached the Admin block Nell joined her,

“Ben Pieper is on his way over,” she said.

The Head looked puzzled.

“Jackie’s partner,” Nell explained, “He’s just seen the broadcast on TV, phoned here to find out. When I told him we’d been in contact he said he’d come here.”

Hilda nodded, “Oh yes, he’s an Information Analyst? Daisy has him working for the Real Hospital?”

“Yes, he said he’d come here first, see if there was anything he could do, before heading to the prison itself.”

“I doubt they’ll let him close.”

“I don’t think he’s the type to take no for an answer.”

…

Butcher had spent the time since the initial revolt consolidating the position of the women. Arranging for all external door to be locked and barricaded, before setting guards on them. Getting women to stockpile water prior to the authorities switching off the supply. Ensuring that substances could be used to provide lighting in case the power was also curtailed. She and her lieutenants were so busy that it was some time before she noticed the absence of one particular woman. Walking through the largest classroom, where most women not otherwise engaged were gathered, she stopped suddenly,

“Where’s Sullivan?”

One of her people looked across, “Haven’t seen her since she collected the keys from me,” she began.

Butcher’s eyes widened, “She did what?”

The other woman looked scared, “She said you wanted all the sets of keys, had asked her to collect them…” she stopped as Butcher turned and, with a run, moved to the cell block, her people right behind.

Reaching the corridor Butcher immediately checked the doors, the prisoners had been placed in cells far apart, to confound any attempt at rescue, she saw the ones holding the teachers and the two prison officers were both shut, a guard outside, but the third door was open. She moved toward it. The scene inside revealed itself, six or seven women, Sullivan among them, all grouped around an object on the floor, all kicking. The object on the floor…Butcher suddenly realised it was Shaw.

“That’s enough!” Her voice was loud, it demanded obedience. The women all looked round as Butcher and her people all entered the cell, grabbing hold of the women and literally throwing them away from the object of their assault. Such was the force of their attack, that most of the women were flung from the cell and, somewhat frightened by the reaction from Butcher, chose to slink away.

One women though attempted to retaliate, as Butcher came toward her Sullivan swung a sharp punch to her head. Ducking beneath it Butcher rammed her shoulder into Sullivan, propelling her backwards to slam into the wall. Before she could recover Butcher retrieved an object from her pocket and held it to Sullivan’s throat. It was a home-made knife, sharp and deadly.

“Give me a reason to use this, Sullivan,” Butcher hissed.

Sullivan remained still, she swallowed slightly, “Didn’t know it was you, Butcher,” she said quickly, “Thought someone was coming to rescue the screw.”

“Someone was,” Butcher snarled back, “you don’t attack the prisoners without my say so, do you understand?”

“Yes Butcher, of course.”

“Right, now get out of here, go back to the classroom. Next time I find you going against me will be your last.”

Butcher pulled back slightly and watched the other woman leave the cell.

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#843: Author: pim, Location: Helmel Hampster

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 10:44 am

ungh nyah meep! *still under the desk* Lesleeeeeeeey!!

#844: Author: Yvette, Location: Brisbane, Australia

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 10:59 am

Good grief!!!

I spend three days away and have to catch up on eight pages - and now they're in a prison riot a la Bad Girls!

Thanks Lesley for the prolific output. Very Happy

#845: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 11:45 am

Butcher ordered the rest of the women to leave the room, calling over one of her lieutenants she spoke, “Keep all the women away from the screws, there’s to be no more attacks. And keep a close eye on Sullivan, if she steps out of line I want her stopped, permanently.” The other woman mumbled her acknowledgement and left. Inside the cell were only the two people, Miss Shaw, the Senior Prison Officer, lay where she had fallen, she was curled up, as a way of trying to protect herself. Butcher looked down at her for some seconds before acting.

Walking across the room she bent down and pulled the other woman upright, seeing the woman flinch she quickly spoke, “It’s OK, I’m just helping you up.”

Miss Shaw said nothing, her eyes, both swollen and purple with bruising, watched warily, when Butcher went behind her to lift her to her feet the prison officer’s head followed her round as far as possible. Butcher helped the injured woman to sit in a chair. Miss Shaw sat back in the chair, wincing as her back came into contact with the chair back. She rolled her shoulders uncomfortably, her arms still pulled back behind her, secured at the wrist by the telephone wire. The wire was cutting into her wrists already, small tracks of blood running down her hands.

Butcher found a glass and rinsed it out, she filled it with water and drank deeply, then, glancing over at her prisoner, she filled the glass again and walked over to her.

“Here,” she said, “You could probably do with this,”

Miss Shaw eyed the glass suspiciously for an instant, then took deep swallows of the cool liquid. When she had drained the glass she looked Butcher in the eyes, “Thanks,” she said quietly.

There was silence for a few minutes, and then Miss Shaw stirred, looking directly across at Butcher she spoke, “My staff?” Her voice was somewhat hoarse.

Butcher returned the gaze for some seconds, then, “They’re OK, a few bruises, but not much.”

The woman in the chair nodded, “What about the teachers?”

“Locked up in one of the cells, they haven’t been touched.” Butcher smiled slightly, “You’ve taken most of the punishment yourself. The price you pay for being the senior.”

Miss Shaw nodded again, “Knew there was a reason,” she said quietly, “why I should have refused promotion.”

Butcher gave a short bark of laughter. She looked across at the prison officer, “You know Sullivan might not have been quite so vicious if you’d kept your mouth shut.”

Miss Shaw looked over, “You know me better than that, Butcher.” A pause, then she continued, “Are you losing command to her?”

Butcher’s gaze narrowed, “Not a chance, Shaw.”

Another pause, during which Butcher rose and walked over to the sink to get another drink. On her way back she checked that Miss Shaw’s hands were still secured before offering her some more water. Once the woman had finished the drink, Butcher sat back on the bed, she sighed, “This is not what I had planned for tonight, you know!”

Miss Shaw smiled slightly, “Me neither,” she replied. She swallowed a couple of times then looked over at the other woman, “You do know, Butcher, that this is not going to end well. Don’t you?”

Butcher smiled, “You surprise me! You mean I’m not going to get my helicopter and one million dollars?”

Miss Shaw shook her head, “No, I’m afraid not,” she said quietly.

Butcher nodded, “I know,” she said, “I’ve done enough time to have seen how this will end. Sometime in the next 24-48 hours they’re going to send in the troops. SAS or some other Special Forces, they’ll be in full combat gear and carrying SMG’s and stun grenades. Against them, my women will have chair legs and home made knives. It will be slaughter. I would estimate up to 75% dead or injured. And the ringleaders will definitely be shot – I would imagine that’s the unwritten law. Am I right, Shaw?”

“Yes Butcher.” The woman didn’t seem particularly happy at the prospect.

“Of course, your own fate’s not much rosier, is it?”

The senior prison officer stared at her captor for some time, eventually she shook her head slightly, “I doubt it,” she said quietly. “I should imagine, within seconds of the SAS breaching the perimeter, there will be at least half a dozen inmates in here vying for the chance to cut my throat.”

“And I’d not be able to stop them.”

Miss Shaw nodded, “I know.”

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#846: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 11:48 am

I'm still pinning my rather feeble hopes on Butcher. Oh, dear!

*wibbles and ebbles some more*

ETA
I did a nearly synchronous post with Lesley there so my hopes, while still feeble, are on the right track.

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#847: Author: Catherine_B, Location: Oxford, UK

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 11:57 am

Eurk!

Surely we're not going to see any throat-slitting on the CBB!

Honestly, I don't know what all the fuss is about. SAS? Special Forces? Combat geat? Grenades? What are they thinking? Don't they know that unfailingly-calm-in-the-face-of-mortal-danger Hilda Annersley lives nearby?

Rolling Eyes

#848: Author: Beth, Location: Back in Durham...nearly finished a whole year!!

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 12:05 pm

*stares in awe and wonder at the prolificness of Lesley*

*wibbles*

Thank you Lesley!

#849: Author: Gem, Location: Saltash/Aberystwyth

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 12:32 pm

Lesley, I'm in awe at the sheer amount of posting over the past few days! Thank you!! *bows down in awe*

Now could you get them out of this? Please?

#850: Author: MaryR, Location: Sale Cheshire

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 2:09 pm

Catherine_B wrote:

Honestly, I don't know what all the fuss is about. SAS? Special Forces? Combat geat? Grenades? What are they thinking? Don't they know that unfailingly-calm-in-the-face-of-mortal-danger Hilda Annersley lives nearby?

I'm with Catherine on this.

Hurry up, Hilda, you're needed. Shocked

Thanks for all the posts, Lesley

#851: Dilemma for the Deputy Head Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 3:14 pm

Mary R. wrote

Quote:

Hurry up, Hilda, you're needed

And how!!!

Thanks for all these updates, Lesley, they are great.

#852: Author: Chelsea, Location: Your Imagination

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 3:16 pm

I think that Nell is needed. This is the "Deputy Head's" Dilemna. I'm wibbling that somehow Hilda ends up as a hostage...or worse.

#853: Author: Alex, Location: Hunts, UK

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 3:54 pm

Lesley, thanks for all the extrememly unlovely posts. I'm sure we could do with a few more so that this mess gets sorted out.

#854: Author: Rachel,

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 4:00 pm

Great storyline Lesley - please let there be lots of blood and throat slitting soon!

And for a bit of fun, go HERE click on "Theme Tune" and follow the link to downloadable versions, then we can all sing along with the following words!!

FULL LYRICS TO "ON THE INSIDE"
written by ALLAN CASWELL

Verse 1
He used to give me roses
I wish he could again
But that was on the outside
And things were different then

Verse 2
We build our world together
With a love so clear and strong
But that was on the outside
Where did I go wrong?

Chorus
On the inside the sun still shines
And the rain falls down
But the sun and rain are prisoners too
When morning comes around

Verse 3
Last night I dreamed we were together
Sharing all the love we'd known
'Til I had to face the nightmare
Of waking up alone

Repeat Chorus

New Chorus
On the inside the roses grow
They don't mind the stoney ground
But the roses here are prisoners too
When morning comes around

Verse 4
He used to give me roses
I wish he could again
But that was on the outside
And things were different then

#855: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, England

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 4:20 pm

Thanks Lesley

I have a horrible feeling that Butcher is doing the right thing but is going to end up dead either by the SAS or Sullivan

*wibbles*

*stays firmly entrenched under Pim's desk*

Liz

#856: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 5:08 pm

Eeep!!!!

Lesley, oh shinyone, please post some more, and let them get out okay!

#857: Author: pim, Location: Helmel Hampster

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 5:11 pm

*mumbles incoherently and retreats further under the desk*

(RCS + Occitan = very odd combination! Wink

)

#858: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 5:15 pm

Piles some more furniture up against the bunker door.

I have a liking for Butcher, at least she's got some sense.

ETA: I hope the foot is much, much better, Lesley. But not better enough so you have to go to work, better to rest it by staying home to write more drabble.

#859: Author: JackieJ, Location: Kingston upon Hull

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 5:45 pm

Gem wrote:

Now could you get them out of this? Please?

Yes.... please.... get us out of this... Preferably before my fiance does something heroic (which is what comes from having red hair and reading far too many Terry Pratchett City Watch books!)

But thanks for the myriad of posts though.

JackieJ

#860: Author: Rosie, Location: Huntingdonshire/Bangor

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 6:19 pm

JackieJ wrote:

Preferably before my fiance does something heroic (which is what comes from having red hair and reading far too many Terry Pratchett City Watch books!)

Red hair makes you heroic?? Does this mean I have to stop wibbling?
Lesley, I love you lots. Please let them out!

#861: Author: nikkie, Location: Cumbria

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 7:17 pm

MaryR wrote:

Catherine_B wrote:

I'm with Catherine on this.

Hurry up, Hilda, you're needed. Shocked

Thanks for all the posts, Lesley

Me too, Hilda walking in and with one look sending everyone back to their cells and releasing the teachers!

Rachel wrote:

FULL LYRICS TO "ON THE INSIDE"
written by ALLAN CASWELL

Verse 1
He used to give me roses
I wish he could again
But that was on the outside
And things were different then

Verse 2
We build our world together
With a love so clear and strong
But that was on the outside
Where did I go wrong?

Chorus
On the inside the sun still shines
And the rain falls down
But the sun and rain are prisoners too
When morning comes around

Verse 3
Last night I dreamed we were together
Sharing all the love we'd known
'Til I had to face the nightmare
Of waking up alone

Repeat Chorus

New Chorus
On the inside the roses grow
They don't mind the stoney ground
But the roses here are prisoners too
When morning comes around

Verse 4
He used to give me roses
I wish he could again
But that was on the outside
And things were different then

Lesley more please or we will SING!

#862: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 7:46 pm

There was silence for a short time, then Butcher leant back on the bed and gazed up at the ceiling. “All in all,” she said conversationally, “we should both of us have stayed in bed this morning!”

The Prison Officer gave a short laugh, “Yes,” she agreed quickly, leaning forwards slightly as the laugh caused her to cough. When she had recovered she looked across at Butcher once more, her face grave again, “There is an alternative, you know,”

“Alternative?”

Miss Shaw nodded, “You could give yourselves up, let everyone go. No-one would be killed then.”

“You mean you wouldn’t be killed, I suppose?”

The battered woman inclined her head, “Granted, I wouldn’t be killed, but neither would any of the other women here, neither would you.”

Butcher sat in thought for a time, then, regretfully, she shook her head, “It’s no go Shaw,” she said softly, “the consequences, once we’d given it all up.”

“What consequences?”

It was Butcher’s turn to laugh, “Dammit Shaw, don’t play games, you know as well as I what’ll happen once these women give themselves up. Solitary confinement, a really long stretch, loss of all remission, additional charges. You’ll have so many to choose from, riotous behaviour, kidnapping, unlawful imprisonment, grievous bodily harm, maybe even attempted murder. They’ll be lucky if they get just ten years slapped on their sentence.”

Miss Shaw said nothing at first, thinking, then, “That’s procedure, Butcher, you know that.”

“I know that, yeah, and for me it doesn’t matter. We both know I’ll die in prison. But there are some kids out there that have less than a year to go before they’re released. Your ‘procedures’ would turn them from kids who’ve made one mistake into hardened, career criminals.”

“I appreciate that some of them have been easily led, that they’ve taken part purely because everyone else has.”

“Yes, but there’s no way to identify them now. And lets face it, there will be other ways the prison service will ensure the women are punished for daring to lay hands on you.”

“The Service would never…”

“Crap jobs, with no way of ever being able to change them, surprise cell inspections, even surprise transfers. Women get given ten minutes notice they are being transferred, normally they are contacted late at night, first that their family know is when they arrive for a visit to be told their relative is now in a prison across the other side of the State.”

“No, that doesn’t happen, Butcher…”

“Don’t lie to me, Shaw!” Butcher was off of the bed, standing in front of the woman in the chair, she had a grip on the prison officer’s lapel with one hand, half pulling her from the chair, the other hand raised to strike. The pair stared at each other in silence, both breathing fast. After a few seconds Butcher pushed Miss Shaw back into the chair and turned away.

“Three years ago,” she said quietly, “before you were transferred to here, a friend of mine, Avril Bennett, we shared a cell. She upset the chief screw, the one before you, Masters, remember?”

Miss Shaw nodded very slightly.

“Well, one night, just after midnight, we’re both asleep, the door is suddenly unlocked and the lights switched on. Half a dozen screws standing outside, ordered her to pack up her stuff, she was moving, if she didn’t, they’d pack it for her, transport her in chains. She didn’t have much choice. You know what the worst thing was? Her parents arrived for a visit the next day, brought along her grandmother. They found out she’d been transferred across State. I heard later that Avril never did get to see her grandmother, the old woman couldn’t make the trip, she died a couple of days later.” Butcher turned to stare at the other woman, “Avril took that really hard, she’d been close to the old lady. A few months later she was killed attempting to escape.”

“I’m sorry,”

Butcher nodded, “Yeah, well don’t try and tell me that it doesn’t happen, because I’ve seen it.”

Her prisoner took a few deep breaths to steady herself, she swallowed, “Alright, it does happen,” Miss Shaw affirmed, “but not when I’m around Butcher, I swear.”

Butcher nodded slightly in acknowledgement, still pacing the cell she spoke again, “The Service will make their lives Hell, Shaw, and you know it. Given a choice most of them would prefer to die here. Especially as they’ll at least have the chance to…” she stopped abruptly.

The woman in the chair continued, “…the chance to kill a screw?”

“Yeah.”

#863: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:26 pm

When things get bad they really go to town don't they? Thanks Lesley.

#864: Author: Carolyn P, Location: Lancaster, England

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:35 pm

Wow, this is turning into a real thriller. Such a pity for Butcher, she didn't want or plan this, and knows the consequenses only too well, but has no other choice of she wants to hold her position and do what she sees as being best for the women.

#865: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 9:10 pm

*eeeble!*
wibbledy wibbledy wibb!

#866: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 10:03 pm

Lesley!!!!

I can't believe this hasn't been resolved yet!!!!!!!!!!

*wibbles*

*joins most of the CBB in the desk hideout*

#867: Author: Kat, Location: Swansea

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 10:50 pm

Having caught up on 5 pages worth Lesley, all I can say is AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

And please post more soon! Embarassed

#868: Author: Catherine_B, Location: Oxford, UK

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 11:39 pm

Fabulous, Lesley. I'm really enjoying this Rolling Eyes

I mean, you do psychological torment really well but for sheer nail-bitingness there's nothing like mass RCS violence Wink

#869: Author: Ann, Location: Newcastle upon Tyne, England

Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 11:49 pm

Six pages ago I started reading this thinking: 'Now Katrina's reformed and her mother has gone, N&K will make their peace with Hilda and there'll be a happy ending'.

But then, I Am Very Silly.

*wibbles* Jackie has the abseiling gear and she's being held hostage! How on earth are we going to get down the cliff?

#870: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 1:21 am

I've just read the last four pages...I am very very anxious!

#871: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 1:38 am

Brilliant Lesley, am loving this!

Thanks. Laughing

#872: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, England

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 8:09 am

Thank you Lesley

If there's a way to resolve this with nobody getting hurt I can't see it!

Now my wibbles are wibbling!

Liz

#873: Author: Mora, Location: Lancaster

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 11:17 am

*keels over in shock at the sheer number of posts and the stress of the story*

#874: Author: Nell, Location: London, England

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 11:20 am

Wow! One little weekend without reading RCS and look what's happened!!! I'm amazed at your output Lesley - thank you and I hope the foot is improving!

As for the story - fantastic, i like thrillers and for some strange reason trust that you will find some way to make everything ok...not sure how though!

*refusing to wibble - this is too exciting*

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#875: Author: Robin, Location: London

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 11:34 am

Nell wrote:

Wow! One little weekend without reading RCS and look what's happened!!!

*agrees with Nell and reminds self never ever ever to cross Lesley - look what happened to Jackie!*

Wibbling like mad and very keen for more - this is very exciting!!!

Thanks Lesley

#876: Author: Rachel,

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 12:36 pm

I hope Lesley will drop a patio door on her foot EVERY week if we get this much RCS out of it!

Please oblige Lesley!

#877: Author: Karry,

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 12:52 pm

Quote:

JackieJ wrote:

Quote:

Preferably before my fiance does something heroic (which is what comes from having red hair and reading far too many Terry Pratchett City Watch books!)

Does that mean his nickname is Corporal Carrott?

#878: Author: pim, Location: Helmel Hampster

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 1:32 pm

I wonder if I could use wibbling about RCS as an extenuating circumstance for my dialectology exam on Thursday - I couldn't possibly be expected to revise whilst I'm so concerned abotu the outcome. *plots*

Lesleeeeeeeey please resolve this cliff soon, you are wonderful but very bad! *begs quietly*

#879: Author: Signa, Location: Lily ponds, Bosherston

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 2:52 pm

I have to catch a train in an hour & then I'm computerless for 3 days. Please Lesley - just a tidbit more.

#880: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 3:14 pm

Echoes the pleas for more.

#881: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 10:00 pm

In one of the other cells, the two prison officers waited in tense anticipation,

“What do you think is happening?” the younger of the two women looked across at her companion. Nicola Gordon was only 22 years old, she had been in the Prison Service barely a year.

The other woman shook her head, “I’m in here, Nicky, same as you,” Katya Mareck said with a half-smile.

“Yes, but you’ve been with the Service for almost ten years now, you’ve got experience.”

“The closest experience I’ve got to this is when I was on the hospital wing,” Katya replied, “we had a seriously ill patient run amok with a razor blade. That didn’t end all that well, he killed himself.”

“It wasn’t here then?”

“No, the men’s prison.” Mareck looked across at her companion, in her opinion Nicky Gordon wasn’t taking this too well, and that could be dangerous, if the women sensed just how close to the edge she was… “Look, Nicky, the only thing I can tell you is what the Senior Officer then told me, stay calm, don’t allow them to provoke you and hope the people outside know what they’re doing. We’ve got a decent chance of getting through this if the people outside call it right.”

“Does anyone outside know yet?”

“Must do, the women should all be back in their cells by now.”

There was silence for a time, then Nicky Gordon spoke again, “What about Miss Shaw? How much of a chance has she got?”

There was silence for some time, then Mareck replied softly, “Not much.”

…

“Thanks for what you’ve told me, Miss Annersley,” Ben Pieper was obviously extremely worried about his partner, but was managing to remain outwardly calm, “It’s far more than I was able to get, calling the police.”

“John here has contacts within the police force,” the Head replied, “we’ve managed to use his connections on a number of occasions. He and I are going to travel across to the prison now,” she continued, “you are welcome to join us.”

Ben took a deep breath, “Thanks, I was going to go there anyway, but perhaps you’ll be able to find out more. At the moment I feel so helpless…”

“Jackie will be helped knowing that you are there, thinking of her,” Hilda Annersley said softly, “and she’ll know you are there without having to be told.”

Ben smiled slightly, “I hope so,” he said, a small quiver in his voice, he swallowed, “I’ll just let the hospital know I won’t be in tomorrow,” he said, “that way I can stay there all night.” He disappeared out into the Admin block to use his mobile.

Miss Annersley looked round at the other inhabitants of her Study, “Nell, I’ll keep in close contact, of course, let you know what’s happening. Nancy, Rosalind, Sharlie, any news, you’ll be told immediately.”

“I want to come along, Hilda,” Nancy Wilmot’s voice was thick with emotion.

Miss Annersley looked across at the Maths Mistress for some seconds, then shook her head, “No Nancy, your presence there will not help Kathie. Remain here please.” Though phrased as a request the order was there, nonetheless.

#882: Author: Carolyn P, Location: Lancaster, England

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 10:13 pm

Tense, nervous...

well you will be now!

#883: Author: Rachel,

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 10:15 pm

Yay - thanks Lesley. There WILL be at least 2 more installments today I hope?

*Goes off looking for a patio door for unnamed purposes*

#884: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 10:19 pm

Lesley.....

I'm very concerned

And Pim's desk is not very comfortable

#885: Author: Kat, Location: Swansea

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 10:25 pm

Lesleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!!!

Please post some more soon... or else I may burst and that would not be pretty Sad

#886: Author: Mora, Location: Lancaster

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 10:40 pm

Carolyn P wrote:

Tense, nervous...

Errrr... yes Confused

*wibbling quietly away in a corner*

#887: Author: Rosie, Location: Huntingdonshire/Bangor

Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 11:24 pm

Rachel wrote:

*Goes off looking for a patio door for unnamed purposes*

Harsh Rachel, harsh. Jolly good idea though....
Only kidding (sort of) Lesley. Thanks for the update - you do realise I have a three-hour French exam tomorrow don't you? If I have to leave early to find out what is going on in Australia, I think you should explain to my lecturer!!

#888: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 7:02 am

I'm sure Lesley knows how to get them out.
I'm sure Lesley knows how to get them out.
I'm sure Lesley knows how to get them out.
I'm sure Lesley knows how to get them out.
I'm sure Lesley knows how to get them out.
I'm sure Lesley knows how to get them out.
I'm sure Lesley knows how to get them out.
I'm sure Lesley knows how to get them out.
I'm sure Lesley knows how to get them out.

*Trying to convince myself Shocked

#889: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 7:10 am

Just to let everyone know - will be leaving home in 45 mins - away for two nights - back Wednesday early evening.

#890: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, England

Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 8:38 am

We'll miss you Lesley - hope you have a good trip.

*creeps out from under desk to collect cushions for Frances, waterproof coverings to protect us all when Kat bursts, Baileys, wine, chocolate and other nibbles to keep us going, then scuttles back under*

Liz

#891: Author: Helen P, Location: Crewe, Cheshire

Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 8:39 am

Aargh! I just catch up - and then she goes and leaves us on a cliff for nearly 2 days! Shocked

Thankyou Lesley for your wonderful writing Kiss

#892: Author: Nell, Location: London, England

Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 9:38 am

Thank you Lesley. Hope the trip is good and will try to wait patiently until your return.

#893: Author: Robin, Location: London

Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 9:51 am

poor Nancy - how come Ben is allowed to go and she isn't?

hope you have a good trip Lesley, looking forward to more on Weds...

#894: Author: Alice, Location: London, England

Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 10:00 am

Going away for a long weekend does have it's advantages. Smile

#895: Author: Rosie, Location: Huntingdonshire/Bangor

Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 12:25 pm

But I don't DO patience!
Seriously Lesley, hope you have a good trip and beware of any patio doors... Wink

#896: Author: Kat, Location: Swansea

Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 1:38 pm

*pokes Liz*

Hope you have a good time away - come back soon though please! Laughing

#897: Author: Sarah_K, Location: St Albans/Leicester

Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 4:37 pm

Have a good trip and come back ready to write lots... please?

*wibbles for the whole lot of them*

Thanks Lesley

#898: Author: Dawn, Location: Leeds, West Yorks

Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 5:48 pm

Ann wrote:

Six pages ago I started reading this thinking: 'Now Katrina's reformed and her mother has gone, N&K will make their peace with Hilda and there'll be a happy ending'.

But then, I Am Very Silly.

Me too

and now Lesley's gone away Evil or Very Mad

hopefully to lock herself in a bunker and do lots of writing Wink

please can I come and hide under the desk too - I'll bring the backgammon and ludo as well as a couple of extra computers (and a nearly full bottle of Baileys)

Hope the foot's improving Lesley

#899: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Tue May 17, 2005 11:32 pm

Dawn wrote:

please can I come and hide under the desk too - I'll bring the backgammon and ludo as well as a couple of extra computers (and a nearly full bottle of Baileys)

With Baileys you most certainly may!

#900: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 12:54 am

Robin wrote:

poor Nancy - how come Ben is allowed to go and she isn't?

I was thinking that too - is it going to reopen the rift again?

Thansk Lesley. Have a good trip/work/whyever you've gone away!

#901: Author: Sarah_K, Location: St Albans/Leicester

Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 3:46 pm

Josie wrote:

Robin wrote:

poor Nancy - how come Ben is allowed to go and she isn't?

I was thinking that too - is it going to reopen the rift again?

Well at the moment Ben seems to be a lot calmer than Nancy is which might be why Hilda tells her not to come. Also if/when the school find out about it they're going to need all the teachers around to keep the kids calm I should think.

Or of course it could reopen the rift Confused

#902: Author: Nell, Location: London, England

Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 4:02 pm

Sarah_K wrote:

Josie wrote:

Robin wrote:

poor Nancy - how come Ben is allowed to go and she isn't?

I was thinking that too - is it going to reopen the rift again?

Also Hilda has no authority with which to tell Ben not to go and he was about to head over himself anyway (I think - suddenley having doubts in my memory...) before he came to the School, whereas Hilda does have some authority over Nancy especially if she ought to be on duty...

Hope it doesn't reopen the rift...

#903: Author: Beth, Location: Back in Durham...nearly finished a whole year!!

Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 8:04 pm

Lesley wrote:

Just to let everyone know - will be leaving home in 45 mins - away for two nights - back Wednesday early evening.

*politely draws attention to day and time (but hopes Lesley had a nice time away)*

*smiles sweetly and ingratiatingly*

*offers chocolate as a bribe*

#904: Author: nikkie, Location: Cumbria

Posted: Wed May 18, 2005 8:49 pm

I thought Lesley may have been here before me*pouts*
Hope Nancy doesn't fall out with Hilda over this*wibbles*

#905: Author: Cumbrian Rachel, Location: Kendal

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 4:03 pm

I've just caught up from page 1 and typically I find it on a cliff Rolling Eyes

More soon please!

And very belated congratulations to Rachael and Rob!

#906: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 5:10 pm

Now I know you're not going to believe me, but I've only just got in - for some reason when I wrote the message on Tuesday morning I thought it was Monday - hence the two nights/ Wednesday mistake - sorry.

A short time later, Miss Annersley left the Study; she first returned to the Staff Room to inform them of the latest news, then left with the two men to go to the prison.

Back in the Head’s Study there was silence for a while; with a quick inclination of her head, Nell Wilson moved the party into her own Study. She said nothing, just indicated that they all should sit, and busied herself making coffee. Sat around the table the four women stayed quiet; Nell was the first to speak,

“OK everyone, now we all know that if there’s anything that can be done, Hilda will do it. She’ll let me know of any developments immediately and I’ll contact the three of you. As the next-of-kin for Kathie, Peggy and Ruth you are all entitled to that.”

“As next-of-kin I should be there,” Nancy said bleakly, “and don’t tell me I’ll not be able to do anything, Jackie’s Ben is going, he won’t be able to do any more than me.”

“Hilda said that you were to stay here, Nancy,” Nell Wilson said patiently.

“Hilda said,” Nancy shot back, “Well this isn’t a School matter, Nell,”

The comment was greeted with silence, said silence being broken by Sharlie Andrews sneezing rapidly three times in success.

“Sorry everyone,” she said thickly, “this cold is really bad,”

“You belong in bed, Sharlie,” Nell said quickly, “you can’t help Peggy by forcing yourself to stay up.”

“Come along Sharlie, I’ll take you across to the Staff House,” Rosalind stood up and placed an arm around the smaller woman, “I promise, as soon as we hear anything, I’ll come and let you know.”

After Sharlie and Rosalind had left Nell looked across at Nancy Wilmot, “Come on Nancy,” she said, “I’ve got a small bottle of wine in here somewhere, I think you could do with a drink.” She smiled across at the taller woman, and walked round the back of her desk, opening a drawer to find the wine, Nancy stood up,

“I’m going to the prison, Nell,” she stated, her face determined.

“No, Nancy, you’re staying here, you can’t do anything there to help.”

“I don’t care, I have to be there, for Kathie. And don’t try and stop me, Nell.” She went to walk out of the Study. Nell walked across to stand in front of her, blocking her exit.

“That’s far enough, Nancy,” she said, her voice, although determined, was gentle, recognising the distress her friend and colleague was feeling.

“Get out of my way, Nell,” and the tone of voice from gentle, even-tempered Nancy was surprising. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, Nancy, and you are not going. You appearing at the prison is not going to help Kathie.”

Nancy moved forward, “I’m bigger and taller then you, Nell, I out-weigh you, get out of my way, I don’t want to hurt you.” As she said this she made a rush for the door, Nell caught hold of her by the shoulders and swung her across to the wall, holding her there with surprising ease, despite Nancy’s struggles.

“Well Nance, you’re stronger than Hilda, I grant you, but I can still hold you, and will, all night if I have to,” Nell’s voice was still gentle, with some amusement.

“Let me go, Nell,” Nancy sounded close to tears, “you don’t understand, Kathie is...” unable to say anymore she bowed her head.

“Kathie is in danger, you want to help her, in any way you can,” Nell said softly, “but Nancy, if you go there, and the women holding Kathie find out that her female partner is outside, don’t you think that might increase her danger? She could be placed in even more peril if they discover that her partner is another woman.”

Nancy stopped struggling and gazed at Nell in some shock, “You think it might?”

Nell nodded, “Possibly,” she watched as this seemed to get through to the Maths Head, “now, if I let you go, do I have your word that you’ll not try and run for the door again?”

Nancy smiled slightly, “If I refuse, will you hold me here all night?”

“If I have to,” Nell Wilson replied sternly.

Nancy thought for a time, then reluctantly bowed her head, “OK you have my word.”

Nell stepped back, watching sympathetically, “Take a seat, Nancy,” she said, “I’ll get that wine.”

#907: Author: Kat, Location: Swansea

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 5:20 pm

Poor Nancy Crying or Very sad

I'm glad Nell got through to her, even if it was by saying that Sad

Thanks Lesley!

#908: Author: Rachel,

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 5:20 pm

Nice to see your inability to remember the days of the week in sequence hasn't affected your writing Wink

#909: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 5:28 pm

I think Lesley had a 'Senior Moment' there!!!!

Thanks Lesley - it was worth waiting for. Now will there be some more when I get back on later?

#910: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, England

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 5:45 pm

Thanks Lesley

I feel sorry for Nancy, but think Hilda's doing the right thing. I'm glad Nell was able to make her understand.

Liz

#911: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 5:51 pm

I giggled muchly at your confusion about days of the week - I do it all the time!

I think Nell used the only argument that would have got through to Nancy. Poor Nancy, though. (((Nancy)))

While I have great faith in your ability to sort this out in a satisfactory fashion, I shall continue to wibble quietly under Pim's desk, if you don't mind.

#912: Author: Rosie, Location: Huntingdonshire/Bangor

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 6:48 pm

Lesley, if it is any consolation I have a habit of mis-spelling my name when it comes to exam slips...
Embarassed

Thanks for the latest update. Poor Nancy...!

#913: Author: Sugarplum, Location: second star to the right!

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 7:20 pm

giggling at Lesley getting her days muddled. It happens to everyone sooner or later hunny Laughing

Glad you're still writing though but please get them out of there and quickly!

#914: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 8:47 pm

Welcome back Lesley, whatever day of the week it is! Wink

I do that all the time - nothing more depressing than waking up and thinking it's Friday and then finding out it's actually Thursday after all!

Thanks for the update too - poor Nancy. Sad

#915: Author: Rosie, Location: Huntingdonshire/Bangor

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 9:32 pm

Not as depressing as waking up thinking 'Yay, it's Saturday!' then 'Poo, it's Friday' and THEN realising it is Thursday...

#916: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 10:24 pm

Now know what day it is!!!! It is almost a week since the 'patio door' incident - and my toe hurts more than ever today! bawling

At the prison it was difficult, at first, to get through the sea of people gathered outside; the Police had set up barriers and all Press and on-lookers had to remain outside. Not even John Coates’ connections seemed to be of help as the blank faced young police officers did not allow anyone close enough to speak. Miss Annersley was surprised by a tap on her shoulder,

“I thought it was you, good evening Miss Annersley,” it was the prison officer Mrs Francis, her expression, though with a slight smile as she greeted the Head, was grave and drawn, “Come with me,”

The prison officer led the others over to where the one break in the police cordon was manned by both Police officers and prison staff. They waved through Mrs Francis and her party. Inside the cordon they moved across to the main entrance, Mrs Francis showed her ID card and was issued with a set of keys. She drew the others through into the Admin block of the prison and into an office there.

“I can understand why you are here, Miss Annersley,” she began, “you want to know about your Staff?”

Hilda nodded, “Of course,” she said quickly, she indicated Ben Pieper sat beside her, “This is Mr Pieper, partner of Miss Jones, my Drama Mistress, John Coates, my Security Chief. Is there anything you can tell us?”

“The news on the TV is at least partially accurate,” Mrs Francis replied, “there has been a riot, it happened sometime between eight and nine pm, was only discovered when the women didn’t return to their cells for lock up. They have an extension to the normal time, you see.”

“Normal time being eight,” Miss Annersley said softly,

Mrs Francis nodded, “Well, when some of my colleagues went across, it was to find that the doors were all barricaded, no way in without forcing them, and they were told that any attempt at forcing the doors would mean they would harm the hostages.”

“Is anything known about the well being of the hostages?”

Mrs Francis shook her head, “Nothing yet,” she said somewhat bleakly, “There’s a police negotiator trying to get them to talk, but so far he doesn’t seem to be managing to establish any connection.”

“Who…?”

“It’s Butcher,” Mrs Francis interrupted, anticipating the question, “she’s in charge, strange in a way because this is not her style.”

“What are her demands?”

“She hasn’t made any, not so far as I know,” Mrs Francis looked down at the floor, as if contemplating whether to continue, Miss Annersley caught the reluctance and rose, walking across to one of the barred windows in the office, the prison officer followed her.

“You have something more to add?” she asked Mrs Francis softly,

Mrs Francis thought for a moment, then nodded, “Butcher’s no fool, she knows that the Authorities cannot be seen to give in to any demands made by convicts.”

“You mean the fact that they are holding people prisoner?”

“Won’t matter, they’ve already been considered expendable if necessary.”

Miss Annersley stared at the prison officer for some seconds, “What of attempting to rescue them by force?”

“Oh yes, they’ll have that in reserve, will definitely try to use it, especially if they think they are close to killing the hostages. But the problem is the inmates know this, and however quick the rescue attempt, it probably won’t be quick enough. And Geri, Katya and Nicky all know that,”

The Head looked puzzled, “Geri, Katya..?”

“Oh, I thought you knew,” Mrs Francis said quickly, “the three officers being held hostage, Katya Mareck, Nicola Gordon and Geraldine Shaw.”

“Miss Shaw is one of the hostages?”

Mrs Francis nodded, “Look, I can take you across to where the police have set up an incident room, any information will come in to there, the negotiators may want to speak to you about your Staff anyway. You’ll certainly get the most up-to-date information.”

Miss Annersley nodded, “Thank you,”

…

Inside the Education block, in the largest classroom, where those women not given duties by Butcher or her people congregated, there was a quiet conversation continuing.

“Now we planned all of this, we made the screws and teachers prisoners, worked out the best times, sorted out knives from the metal shop. So how come we’re not the ones running everything now?” The person speaking was called Taylor, she was halfway through a ten year stretch for aggravated assault and armed robbery.

“Butcher is in overall charge,” a faceless voice from the crowd.

Taylor swung round, “Why? Because she always has been? Come on, Butcher stops all the schemes in this nick, Hell, she even stopped us beating Shaw. Doesn’t that show you whose side she’s on?”

Another voice joined, “Butcher has made no demands either, If I didn’t know better I’d think she wished this had never happened.” The voice was that of Sullivan.

“Perhaps she feels we won’t get anywhere…”

“Crap! All we’ve got to do is show we mean business. We kill Shaw, the pigs outside will fall over backwards to grant our demands, so none of the precious teachers get hurt - can’t have that, can they? Public relations nightmare…”

“But Butcher…”

“You know something? You’re right, Butcher’s the problem, so what are we going to do about it?”

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#917: Author: JackieJ, Location: Kingston upon Hull

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 10:30 pm

Oh cripes Lesley - you're not making me feel any safer. Shocked

Any chance of this being resolved by Sunday - only I'm away Monday to Friday next week and it won't be a relaxing holiday if I'm wondering if I'm okay...

*Begs*

JackieJ

#918: Author: Rosie, Location: Huntingdonshire/Bangor

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 10:34 pm

*wibbles and dives under the Desk*

#919: Dilemma for the Deputy Head Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 10:45 pm

In one word, Lesley - "ouch!!!" This situation is untenable, whichever way you look at it, for the teachers and staff held hostage, and for the prisoners themselves who clearly don't know what to do. And if they turn on one of their own.....!

Nell certainly used the only argument which would have any effect on Nancy, and thank goodness she did.

Glad you've finally got the days of the week sorted out - I have the problem all the time, too, especially when (as happens here next week) there is a long weekend!!

If you love us, *please* don't keep us in suspense for too long -it's getting awfully crowded under Pim's desk!!

#920: Author: Catherine_B, Location: Oxford, UK

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 10:50 pm

Hum!

I can't see any rational way out of this, so I shall just fall back on my faith........

in Super Hilda! (TM) Go on, Lesley, you know you want her to walk calmly into the prison to take the place of the other teachers, then somehow manage to negotiate her way out from the knife held to her throat, ending with the redemption of all but the most hardened criminals ROFL

#921: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 10:54 pm

Catherine_B wrote:

in Super Hilda! (TM) Go on, Lesley, you know you want her to walk calmly into the prison to take the place of the other teachers, then somehow manage to negotiate her way out from the knife held to her throat, ending with the redemption of all but the most hardened criminals ROFL

Damn, Cathy's just given away my entire plot line. ..........................................................................NOT!!! Twisted Evil

#922: Author: Sugarplum, Location: second star to the right!

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 11:01 pm

Lesley!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I thought that was an update!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ur nasty!

If Cathy hasn't revealed your entire plot line - do you think you MIGHT be able to give us a titchy bit more.

#923: Author: Catherine_B, Location: Oxford, UK

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 11:03 pm

All right, I may not have it exactly right, but I'll bet anyone a pound to a penny that Hilda will be the heroine by the end of this story!

#924: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 11:12 pm

Catherine_B wrote:

All right, I may not have it exactly right, but I'll bet anyone a pound to a penny that Hilda will be the heroine by the end of this story!

Whistles nonchalantly. Razz

#925: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 11:47 pm

Catherine_B wrote:

All right, I may not have it exactly right, but I'll bet anyone a pound to a penny that Hilda will be the heroine by the end of this story!

Whatever gave you that idea, Cathy?! Wink

Lesley - no fair! Get them out of there!!!

(please!)

#926: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 2:55 am

What do you mean,

Quote:

Hilda will be the heroine by the end of this story!

Isn't she already the quintessential heroine?

*wibbles anyhow*
*especially worried for Butcher and Miss Shaw just now*

also a little disquieted by the possibilities suggested by Nell's logic ....

#927: Author: Cath V-P, Location: Newcastle NSW

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 3:28 am

I have emerged from under futon (desk too small) to say, in a tiny voice, that I am worried...even tho' I know that all is in Lesley's and Hilda's capable hands.

#928: Author: Miss Di, Location: Newcastle, NSW

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 4:11 am

And now I'm going to be left wondering what's happening until TUESDAY!
Sad

Do you think I should cancel my dentist appointment and come to work on Monday instead - solely to see if Lesley has got any closer to a resolution?

#929: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 6:52 am

poorly toe!

Scary stuff, Lesley I can's see a way out either.

It doesn't look as if Jackie will be out in time to go on holiday Wink

You do realise we will have to vacate Pim's desk at the end of term, don't you?

#930: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, England

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 8:13 am

Thanks Lesley.

Things don't look good for Butcher - I hope she can keep a hold on the situation for long enough.

Liz

#931: Author: Nina, Location: Peterborough, UK

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 8:58 am

*Must* get parents to get a computer Confused

yet another cliff to give me a wibbly weekend Shocked

#932: Author: Nell, Location: London, England

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 9:34 am

Argh! No I will not wibble....but Lesley please make it all ok soon....

Thank you btw!

And hope the poor toe starts to hurt less soon.

#933: Author: Robin, Location: London

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 10:23 am

well I'm wibbling like mad!

please make it alright soon, Lesley!

#934: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 12:27 pm

Lesley, if I send you some magic cream for your toe, will you let them all get out okay? (and soon?)
Please?

#935: Author: Mora, Location: Lancaster

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 12:43 pm

Well I'm still wibbling because I do not trust Lesley one bit! Kiss

Hope your toe feels better soon tho.

#936: Author: Laura, Location: London (ish)

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 4:29 pm

Lesley wrote:

All we’ve got to do is show we mean business. We kill Shaw, the pigs outside will fall over backwards to grant our demands, so none of the precious teachers get hurt - can’t have that, can they? Public relations nightmare…”

wrong.... Grr. Can people still be hanged in Australia?

Thanks, Lesley - but any chance of cliff resolution?! (hope the toe feels better, too Very Happy

)

#937: Author: Liane, Location: Manchester England

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 8:32 pm

Lesley, you are scaring me muchly now. Please let every one be OK.
Thanks for the update and I hope your toe gets better soon.

#938: Author: MaryR, Location: Sale Cheshire

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 8:58 pm

Catherine_B wrote:

Go on, Lesley, you know you want her to walk calmly into the prison to take the place of the other teachers, then somehow manage to negotiate her way out from the knife held to her throat, ending with the redemption of all but the most hardened criminals ROFL

What else would Lesley have my heroine do? Rolling Eyes

Can't see any other solution to this - unless Nell applies her fisticuffs to the situation. Shocked

She's strong enough, to judge by her actions in school!!

Waiting anxiously, Lesley, but then when has it been any different? Rolling Eyes

Cliffs are your stock in trade. Evil or Very Mad

#939: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 9:01 pm

After Butcher had left, and the cell door had been slammed shut and locked, Miss Shaw had sat, uncomfortably, to wait. The cell she was in was just an interim holding cell, it had no windows, only basic facilities. Unlike earlier, when she had been able to pace the floor, the prison officer sat, hunched up, trying to ignore the pain in her side and her back. Every so often there was a noise at the door as the catch covering the peephole was lifted, after a time she realised that the women outside were allowing all the inmates the chance to see her as a prisoner. Once she’d realised that she stopped reacting to the sound.

At one point the power flickered off and she was left sat in the pitch black for at least forty minutes. The women outside didn’t say anything to her, didn’t even check to see if she were alright, after all, where would she have gone? A short time after the lights flickered back on again, she estimated it must be after midnight, she made a decision. Standing gingerly she walked across to the door and kicked it a couple of times,

“Anyone out there?” Her voice was stronger than she had expected, she straightened slightly, “I said, anyone out there?”

The door was unlocked and two inmates looked in, “We heard you, screw,” one of them said, “What do you want?“

Miss Shaw swallowed slightly, “I need to speak to Butcher,” she said quietly, “It’s important.“

“For you maybe, screw, but Butcher’s busy. Now sit down and shut up.” The woman made to slam the door shut once more.

The prison officer took a deep breath, “Please,” she said very quietly, “Ask Butcher to come and speak to me, it is important.” She stared at the floor while making the request, on looking up her gaze caught that of one of the women,

“Sit down, Shaw,” the woman ordered, “I’ll see if Butcher can fit you in.”

It was only a short time later that the sound of keys in the lock jerked Miss Shaw awake; ‘it was funny,’ she thought, ‘previously she had never considered the sound to be menacing, and she must have locked and unlocked thousands of doors. Now though, with her own set of keys opening the door, she looked over with a heightened sense of anticipation, and, she admitted quietly, some fear.’

Butcher stood in the doorway, “You said it was important, Shaw, it had better be,” she came in and sat on the bed, “Well?”

Miss Shaw looked across at her captor, “You said earlier that giving yourselves up was not an option,” she began, “because of the consequences. Suppose you were given assurances about those consequences, that they wouldn’t be as severe as you feared?”

Butcher stared at the woman for some seconds, “I’m listening,” she said quickly.

“No midnight transfers, no continual cell searches, decent jobs, I can guarantee all of those, Butcher, as Senior Officer you know that has never been my style.”

“Why should you be bothered?”

Miss Shaw gave a slight laugh, “Because I want to live of course,” she said, “and I don’t want anyone else in here to die either. The concessions are nothing, just a continuation of my own standards.”

“What about charges? The rest is all very well, but the charges will still be piled on, an extra ten years for each woman? They’d never wear it.”

“I can’t do anything about that, the prison authorities and magistrates are…”

“Then you’re wasting my time, Shaw,” Butcher got up to leave.

“No,” Shaw’s voice was strong now, “as I said, I can’t do anything about that, but I will speak out against it. And you could speak with the negotiator, get them to agree to reducing the main charges for all except the ringleaders.”

“Except the ringleaders?”

Shaw nodded, “There has to be some public retribution, Butcher, you know that, you can’t expect to get off scot-free.”

Butcher thought for a time then slowly nodded, “OK,” she said, “I’ll go with that, but there's still a major problem."

#940: Author: kateeee forgot to log in,

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 9:27 pm

Please get them out of there soon.

#941: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 10:36 pm

Lesley wrote:

“What do you think is happening?” the younger of the two women looked across at her companion. Nicola Gordon was only 22 years old, she had been in the Prison Service barely a year.

The other woman shook her head, “I’m in here, Nicky, same as you,” Katya Mareck said with a half-smile.

Lesley wrote:

“Oh yes, they’ll have that in reserve, will definitely try to use it, especially if they think they are close to killing the hostages. But the problem is the inmates know this, and however quick the rescue attempt, it probably won’t be quick enough. And Geri, Katya and Sue all know that,”

The Head looked puzzled, “Geri, Katya..?”

“Oh, I thought you knew,” Mrs Francis said quickly, “the three officers being held hostage, Katya Mareck, Susan Gordon and Geraldine Shaw.”

So, is this what we call an LAGism.....? Wink

*ducks behind sofa*[/quote]

#942: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 10:39 pm

Raises eyebrows - that's what comes of writing bits while away and without the rest to refer to! Laughing

Thanks Vikki - will amend post - notice you didn't actually say anything about the most recent bit though. Razz

#943: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 10:41 pm

Well spotted Vikki!

And thanks Lesley. I'm enjoying the suspense, and all the wibbling.

#944: Author: Vikki, Location: Sitting on an iceberg, freezing to death!!!

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 10:43 pm

Grin!

I went back to check evil prisoner's name before commenting and spotted the names.........

Good post, but PLEASE let them all be okay!!!

#945: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 10:56 pm

“That’s about all I can tell you, Nell,” Hilda Annersley, using a landline set up in the incident room, spoke to her partner. Across the room, pacing next to a window, was Ben Pieper, too wound up to think of resting. John Coates was with one of the Police Sergeants, an old friend. The Head continued, “As far as we know the hostages are all alright, but nothing much is known.”

“Haven’t the negotiators been able to get any information?” Nell’s voice was very quiet.

Hilda shook her head, “No, apparently Butcher has refused to speak to him after he ordered the power shut off. From what Mrs Francis has said, some of the other Police Officers think he’s had the wrong approach from the start, he’s far too condescending. Seems to think that women can’t be as nasty as men.”

“I’ll come over and show him otherwise if you want!” Nell’s voice was still quiet but laced with amusement.

“Oh I’m sure he’ll learn soon, I intend to educate him myself if progress isn’t made soon!” This said somewhat grimly, “How are the others?”

“Mostly gone to bed now, I think. Sharlie is asleep, Nancy Chester gave her something, poor girl has a terrible cold, and sitting up worrying all night isn’t going to help. Rosalind is spending the night on her couch, so that if news comes they will be together.”

“What about Nancy Wilmot? She’s not on her own is she?”

Nell, sat on the sofa in her cottage, looked down, Nancy Wilmot was curled up on the sofa, her head on Nell’s lap, she was fast asleep. “No,” she said softly, “Nancy’s not alone.”

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#946: Author: Kat, Location: Swansea

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 10:57 pm

Gems and Kitty:

*wibbling - lots!*

#947: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 11:13 pm

I suspect that Hilda may be taking over the negotiations before too long. Of course I may be wrong - I've only once been right with a guess in a RCS story!!! (Though then I was certain, so it probably doesn't count!)

#948: Dilemma for the Deputy Head Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 11:26 pm

Think my money is also on Hilda taking over the negotiations in the end - though just how soon that will be is anybody's guess!

Glad that Nell can be there for Nancy at this point, also that Sharlie and Rosalind are together.

Please *don't* keep us in suspense for too long with this, Lesley - I know what I'd like to see happen, but knowing you, there are bound to be some surprises!

#949: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 11:33 pm

In the cell Miss Shaw looked across at Butcher, “What problem?”

Butcher didn’t speak for a while, her first inclination being to dismiss the question, instead she rose and paced the floor for some seconds, looking over she spoke once more, “I need some information from you Shaw,” she said flatly.

Miss Shaw said nothing immediately, watching as Butcher came and sat on the bed opposite her once more, when she spoke it was with determination, “I will not betray any confidences, Butcher.”

Butcher smiled, “Not asking you to,” she said softly, she leant forwards, brushing her hand down Shaw’s face, Miss Shaw flinched as her hand ran across the bruises, “and I’m not planning on adding to these, at least not yet,” she continued.

“Then wha…”

Butcher interrupted, “…negotiators, what do you know about them?”

Miss Shaw sat back, looking intently at the woman opposite.

Butcher nodded, “I’ve tried talking to them, what can you tell me about them?”

The Senior Officer thought for a moment, “They’re a specialist branch of the Police Force,” she replied, “Trained to speak to those who’ve barricaded themselves in places, normally with hostages. They build up a rapport with the criminals, try to work out ways to resolve a situation peacefully.”

“The one I’m speaking to is an idiot.” Butcher stated. “He won’t listen to me, he has his own agenda, I’m sure he doesn’t believe I’m serious. His attitude is one of condescension.”

“Ask for another.”

“He says there isn’t one. I’ve suggested other people I’ll speak to, he has refused every one.”

“The people you’ve suggested?”

“People I trust, people that know me.”

“Ex-convicts?”

Butcher shrugged, “I’ve been in prison for nine years, who else do I know but convicts and screws? And I don’t trust screws.”

“But he, and the authorities outside, will not trust any ex-convict.” Shaw said quickly.

“Yeah, so I figured, any ideas?”

Miss Shaw thought for a moment, then brightened, “Yes, one,” she said, “what about Annersley?”

Butcher smiled, “You may just have something there, yes, Annersley I can trust, it’s her people in here after all. I know she’ll be honest, and she’s respectable enough to satisfy the pigs outside. Thanks Shaw, I’ll sort it.” She stood up again and went to leave the cell.

“One thing, Butcher,” the prison officer didn’t look up to meet the other woman’s gaze, instead looking at the floor.

“What?”

Miss Shaw swallowed rapidly a few times before responding, her voice very quiet, she looked up quickly, “These wires, my hands, cou…”

“No,” Butcher’s reply was unequivocal, “the wires stay on, Shaw, my people need something to see, to show them they have control. You’re it.”

I'm going to get seriously peeved if people keep guessing my storylines! Wink

#950: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 11:36 pm

Thanks Lesley. This is fabulous - am enjoying it very much. Keep the cliffs coming, they add to the enjoyment Wink

*wonders idly what the major problem is*

ETA: managed to post as the next one went up, so no longer wondering idly about the problem!

Looking forward to seeing Hilda in action! Laughing

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#951: Dilemma for the Deputy Head Author: Elder in Ontario, Location: Ontario, Canada

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 11:41 pm

Consider I'm hanging my head in shame, Lesley Crying or Very sad

- I truly was guessing!!!! I won't do it again - at least not on the board!! Laughing

Looking forward to more of this, please!

#952: Author: Sugarplum, Location: second star to the right!

Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 11:52 pm

with Hilda on the case - everyone will be out in 10 mins! Smile

#953: Author: Chelsea, Location: Your Imagination

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 12:25 am

I'm glad everyone has so much faith in Hilda, but am I the only one wibbling about how this will all become the Deputy Head's Dilema???

#954: Author: Catherine_B, Location: Oxford, UK

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 12:34 am

Hurrah! Hilda's in on the action!

But what about the other women thinking about deposing Butcher? That's rather ominous Confused

V. v. glad that Nell is looking after Nancy.

#955: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, England

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 12:35 am

No Chelsea, I am wibbling too, but in the (unlikely) possibility that I'd be guessing Lesley's storyline I'm not going to say anything!

Thanks Lesley

Liz

#956: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 9:25 am

I just had to pop on and see what was happening on here. If it's any consolation, Lesley, I never thought of Hilda being recommended as a negotiator Wink

Like Chelsea I'm wibbling about the title Confused

thank you Lesley.

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#957: Author: pim, Location: Helmel Hampster

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 9:49 am

*wibbles, and then wibbles some more for good measure*

*is SURE Lesley will work it all out in the end (just hopes it's before doom #7 on Monday Wink

#958: Author: Cumbrian Rachel, Location: Kendal

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 10:19 am

*wibbling!*

*still wibbling*

*hoping cause for wibbling will soon be sorted out!*

#959: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 12:56 pm

“Now, Miss Annersley, do you understand what I’m asking you to do?” The man asking the question was fairly short and muscular, his name was Martin Glover, he was the Police Negotiator.

Miss Annersley nodded, “Yes, Mr Glover,” she replied softly, “You are asking me to do your job for you. As Butcher will not now speak to you.”

Glover swallowed slightly, “Not exactly,” he said quickly, “Sometimes criminals insist on speaking to others, people they know. I gather that Ann Butcher knows you through the literacy programme?”

“Not quite,” the Head replied, “she and I met when I was in prison, on a charge of murder.”

There was a stunned silence, the man looked across at the older, grey haired lady nearby for confirmation, Mrs Knight, Governor of the prison, nodded, smiling, “Quite correct, Mr Glover, Miss Annersley was our guest for a week last year.”

“I-I-I see,” Glover seemed stunned, he rallied somewhat, “Well, regardless, Ann Butcher has requested that she speak to you. Now don’t worry, I’ll be beside you, able to offer advice. For instance, I noticed that you referred to her as Butcher, I have always found using first names to be friendlier, builds a rapport with the person, also, don’t make any demands, just continue to stress that you want to help.”

“Is that why you switched the power off?” John Coates said bluntly, “that hardly showed you wanted to help, more of a threat if you ask me.”

“I had to show her that her position is untenable,” Glover shot back, “She didn’t appear to realise the seriousness of her situation.”

“I think Butcher is well aware of the seriousness,” Miss Annersley put in, sitting herself at a small desk and being shown the headphones and microphone, another police officer dialled the number for the Education block.

“Now remember, Miss Annersley, friendly, first name terms, build a rapport.” Glover said beside her.

Hilda nodded slightly, then froze, hearing the receiver being picked up, “Butcher? Is that you? This is Annersley, you wanted to speak to me?”

“Annersley! Thank God, thought that idiot would never find you.” The relief in Butcher’s tones as apparent.

“I’ve been here all along, Butcher,” Miss Annersley ignored the attempts by Glover to get her to change her approach. “Now you have four of my people in there, and three prison warders, are they well?”

“They’re all OK,” Butcher replied, “your teachers haven’t been touched, the screws are OK, Shaw is a bit bruised but that’s all.”

In the incident room those Police listening all exchanged pointed glances, that was more information than the Negotiator had obtained after hours of talking.

“Well I can accept that, Butcher, but not everyone here knows you.” Hilda Annersley replied swiftly, “can you prove what you say?”

“Sure I can, but I’ll need something back in return.” Butcher said firmly.

At this Glover had interrupted, forcing Miss Annersley to switch off the microphone, “You are not to give her anything,” he said firmly, “we have to negotiate from a point of strength, these criminals will respect nothing less.”

“This particular criminal respects honesty,” the Head replied, “and, if it means we have positive proof of the well being of the hostages, we can at least listen to what she wants in return.”

“I cannot allow you to do this, you will be seriously jeopardising the safety of the hostages.”

…

Inside the cell holding the four RCS Mistresses, the four continued to sit on the two beds. They had passed the time talking about different things, ranging from recollections of the fictional world, to impressions of Australia. Jackie had told of living in England, while Peggy was able to remember a little about the Tyrol and Guernsey. None of them had been able to sleep, even when the lights were all switched off for some forty minutes or so. Instead they remained sat on the narrow beds, occasionally moving to the small sink to get a drink. The rest of the time sitting close to each other, drawing strength from their shared ordeal.

This scene was suddenly shattered when, without warning, the cell door was unlocked and opened, the four looked across to see Butcher standing there, her face was expressionless, she looked round at the four, “Which of you’s senior?” she said.

The women all looked at each other, no one saying anything, then Ruth nodded, “That would be me,” she said, “I’m senior,”

“Right, come with me, you will help me prove something to those outside.”

Ruth stood and walked over to the door, as she did Butcher also pointed to another, “You come too, got a job for you!”

Jackie got up and joined Ruth, the two, flanked by four inmates, left the cell, Butcher nodded and closed the cell door. The sound of the key turning in the lock the only thing to pierce the silence within the cell.

#960: Author: Beth, Location: Back in Durham...nearly finished a whole year!!

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 1:03 pm

Ooooooh!! If I had any idea what tenterhooks looked like, I'd be on them!!

Stupid stupid Glover-man.

Thank-you Lesley!

#961: Author: Rosie, Location: Huntingdonshire/Bangor

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 1:22 pm

*squiggles out from under Desk*
*reads post*
*squiggles back under Desk, sucking thumb*

Thank you Lesley, I love the fact Hilda is blatently so much better here than Glover!

#962: Author: Jennie, Location: Cambridgeshire

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 1:25 pm

Go lesley, get it sorted out. That Glover man doesn't know his a**e from his elbow.

Sending instant get-well potion for the toe.

#963: Author: Catherine_B, Location: Oxford, UK

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 1:52 pm

Oh would someone please smother that bl**dy Glover man? Evil or Very Mad

Hope Ruth and the rest are going to be OK.

#964: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 3:27 pm

Ruth and Jackie were quickly separated, Jackie taken down a different corridor with some of the inmates, while Ruth walked with Butcher. They entered the main Staff Room for the Education Block, Butcher pointed to a telephone.

“Someone wants to talk to you,” she said gruffly, as Ruth walked across and sat beside the phone Butcher placed a hand on her arm, “Be careful what you say,” she warned.

Ruth Derwent picked up the phone, “Er, hello?” she said diffidently.

“Ruth? Is that you? How are you?”

“Hilda!” Ruth Derwent’s voice almost broke, she felt such relief, “How can you be there?”

“Butcher asked that I speak to her,” Hilda Annersley replied, “Now how are you? And the rest of the Staff?”

Ruth took a deep breath, “I’m fine, we’re all fine, they haven’t hurt us, just stopped us from leaving. We’re all locked up in…” she stopped as Butcher touched her arm, warning her, she nodded at the convict, “We’re all locked up together.” she finished.

“Peggy, Kathie and Jackie are all unharmed?”

“Yes, we’re all fine.”

“Good,” Ruth could hear the relief in her boss’ voice. “Now what of the prison officers, do you know how they are?”

“Not really,” Ruth replied, “We’ve not seen them for hours, since we were first captured and placed in the cell. I know Miss Shaw was in a cell on her own, the other two were together.”

“Very well,” Miss Annersley replied, “let me speak to Butcher,”

Ruth passed the phone to the leader of the inmates, “What now, Annersley? That’s your proof,”

“Only for my Staff, Butcher, not for the prison officers. I need to speak to them…”

“No, they are not coming to the phone,” Butcher replied firmly, she thought for a moment, “I can let Ruth here see them though, come back and tell you, will that do?”

Back in the Incident Room Miss Annersley’s expression didn’t change, she allowed none of her satisfaction to show. John Coates was not quite so restrained, “I told you she knew what she was doing,” he said, directing his comments toward the hapless Glover. The Negotiator had been overruled by the other Police officers on site when it came to how Miss Annersley was to conduct the negotiations. Glover had been hoping her methods would fail.

“That will be fine, Butcher, but I’ll need something to prove that Miss Derwent is not being coerced into saying they are alive, if they are not.”

“No problem,” Butcher replied, “and the food?”

“Being delivered to your front door as we speak.”

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#965: Author: Catherine_B, Location: Oxford, UK

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 3:33 pm

Go Hilda! Go Butcher! Rah rah rah!

Glover hammer

#966: Author: MaryR, Location: Sale Cheshire

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 4:04 pm

Just caught up on all of today's posts, Lesley. Much less nerve-wracking that way. Shocked

Good to see you finally have my heroine sorting things out.
(I think that just might be a split infinitive - she definitely would not approve! Rolling Eyes

)

Like all the others, though, I am assuming that all is still lost, otherwise why the Deputy Head's dilemma? Sad

#967: Author: Carolyn P, Location: Lancaster, England

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 4:49 pm

Good to see Hilda in action, but like every other person here I'm wibbling about the title still.

I sort of presumed that Hilda would step in at some point, it wouldn't be a Lesley RCs story if she didn't...but that was all, and I have no idea what is going to happen.

#968: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 5:22 pm

Go Hilda!

Glover is a prat!

Also wondering what the dilemma is, but am not going to guess - have never been a big fan of spoilers! Will just sit back and enjoy watching the story unfold instead.

thanks Lesley Very Happy

#969: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 5:41 pm

Hooray. At least they are talking. I'm wibbling about Jackie a bit. They took her off somewhere. Is she alright?

I know we've got some way to go and there will probably be more hiccups yet but please get that Glover bloke out of there before he makes things worse!

thank you Lesley.

#970: Author: Rosie, Location: Huntingdonshire/Bangor

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 5:54 pm

Yay!
I like Butcher, she seems...nice. Although I wouldn't want to get on the wrong side of her, obviously!
*bounces excitedly cos she CAN. I have been TRAINING*

#971: Author: Mora, Location: Lancaster

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 7:46 pm

Go Hilda! Still wibbling tho- Glover is causing a whole new wibble.

#972: Author: Carolyn P, Location: Lancaster, England

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 8:29 pm

Is there not a third part of this today yet?

*plans to send lots of bribes of chocolate to Lesley to keep her posting lots and lots and lots*

#973: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 9:07 pm

When the inmates had separated Ruth and Jackie, the Drama Mistress suddenly realised how much she had been relying on the Senior Mistress’ presence. Now, finding herself alone with three unknown women, she allowed herself a small nervous swallow and a whispered plea for aid. “Where are you taking me?” she asked.

“Kitchen,” the reply was gruff but at least it was a reply.

The women walked down another corridor and into a fairly large room, it had a number of lab benches and, at one end, three or four ovens. Jackie looked at it in some surprise. While she was still looking two of the women disappeared, leaving Jackie with the third. As Jackie looked across the woman retrieved a knife from her pocket, showed it to the other woman, then returned it to her pocket. It was a warning, but a subtle one.

“Sit down, teacher,” she said.

Jackie nodded and sat, she looked around again, “I didn’t realise that the Education Block had cooking facilities,” she said, determined to strike up a conversation.

The woman glanced round, “Screws run housekeeping lessons, including cookery, not everyone’s interested in academic stuff. What do you teach then?”

“Drama,” Jackie replied, “and some singing.”

The woman snorted, “Drama, what’s the point of that? It don’t mean anything.”

Jackie looked across, “Drama is exceptionally important,” she said quietly, “you watch TV shows and films, don’t you? The actors and actresses there, they have all had to learn of drama.”

The woman shrugged, “Just learning lines ain’t it?”

Jackie shook her head, “No, not learning lines. Anyone with a good memory can learn lines, but the truly exceptional actors and actresses can, reading a simple line, allow you to feel all the emotion that the character is supposed to be feeling, be it joy or sorrow, rage or despair. The truly gifted can, without the aid of props, music, costume or background, recite a line from Shakespeare and have you falling in love with Juliet, sing a few verses from a musical, and have you feeling desperately sorry for the Phantom. They allow the playwright or writer to speak through their words and actions.”

The woman looked impressed, Jackie had been eloquent, “And that’s what you do then? Teach that?”

“Well, I try,” Jackie said.

“So why are you here then?”

“Part of my degree included English, I was interested in helping others to read and write.”

“Not seen you before.”

“This is my first time.”

“Jees but you’re unlucky!” The woman half smiled and Jackie found herself responding.

At that point there was an interruption, the other two women returned, each of them carrying a large number of flat boxes. They spread them out on the bench top.

“OK Teach,” the first woman said, “this is what we want you to do,” she pointed to the boxes, “You’re our official taster, Butcher has got some woman outside to send in some food, she trusts the woman but ain’t so sure about the Police, so you’re going to taste a random number of these pizzas, check they’ve not been laced with anything.”

Jackie looked at the woman then the boxes, “Good thing I like pizza,” she said, accepting the first slice from the woman.

#974: Author: Sugarplum, Location: second star to the right!

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 9:18 pm

Hoping the Police haven't laced it with anything..
Lesley this is wonderful Smile

#975: Author: JackieJ, Location: Kingston upon Hull

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 9:19 pm

Those pizza's better not have been laced with anything Lesley - My stomach gets very vocal when it's unhappy.

You do realise I'm going to be completely eebling for the next week though - I've got a band call tomorrow and so can't check until next Friday night.

*eats pizza resignedly*

JackieJ

#976: Author: Carolyn P, Location: Lancaster, England

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 9:26 pm

Enjoy the Pizza Jackie.

#977: Author: Guest,

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 9:31 pm

Mmm pizza....
Cheers Lesley - you have just resolved my dilemma of 'I can't be bothered to make dinner'!

#978: Author: Guest,

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 9:32 pm

That was me, Rosie. I seem to have been here so long it has in fact signed me out!

#979: Author: francesn, Location: away with the faeries

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 9:33 pm

*sits*

*waits patiently*

*wonders idly*

if you kill Jackie in your drabble.......does that mean she dies in RL? or is she just dead to the CBB?

#980: Author: JackieJ, Location: Kingston upon Hull

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 9:37 pm

francesn wrote:

if you kill Jackie in your drabble.......does that mean she dies in RL? or is she just dead to the CBB?

Well - seeing as the entire world except for Kate survived Holocaust - I think my chances are good Very Happy

JackieJ

#981: Author: Kathy_S, Location: midwestern US

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 10:23 pm

Why do I not feel more relieved that Hilda's on the case?

*hopes the pizza's OK*
(I don't trust that Glover idiot either....just the sort of thing he'd do....)

Thanks for all the posts, Lesley. Three a day is amazing!

#982: Author: Josie, Location: London

Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 11:30 pm

Kathy_S wrote:

Thanks for all the posts, Lesley. Three a day is amazing!

*echoes Kathy's sentiment wholeheartedly*

Certainly is a good thing you like pizza, Jackie!

Thank you Lesley, you're a wonderful, shiny, lime-green (of course) star Kiss

#983: Author: Dawn, Location: Leeds, West Yorks

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 1:12 am

Also having a senior moment - just caught up on 4 days worth and realised with a shock that it's still Saturday (well OK it is Sunday by now, but Lesley hasn't posted yet) - on Friday I was convinced it was Saturday to the point of asking Andy what he'd done while I'd been out all day - answer work Embarassed

, so today has felt like Sunday and so I expected there to be lots more posts and a hopeful end to the siege Crying or Very sad

Lesley as ever this is fantabulous and there's no way I can work out how it's all going to be resolved even fairly safely

Sorry to hear your foot is still bad - did you get medical attention (other than your own??) - really hope it feels better soon

#984: Author: Cathy, Location: Sydney, Australia

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 7:49 am

Suggests that the police find the nearest Krispy Kreme outlet and send in several dozen boxes of the glazed ones. By the time the inmates are done they will be too replete to move and the staff can make their escape.

#985: Author: pim, Location: Helmel Hampster

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 11:04 am

*hides and wibbles*

*hopes Lesley will get us off the cliff by Saturday morning*

*wibbles s'more*

Thanks Lesley Smile

#986: Author: Laura, Location: London (ish)

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 11:46 am

*wibbling*

Thanks Lesley! Glover is an absolute prat, but glad Hilly's on the case Very Happy

I just hope he had nothing to do with the pizza!

#987: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 2:09 pm

Ruth Derwent walked alongside Butcher back to the row of cells; stopping outside one cell, Butcher bent to unlock it, “OK Ruth, inside and check, so you can report back to your boss.” Her voice was almost friendly.

Ruth Derwent stopped and took a deep breath, when she replied it was with a hint of challenge in her voice, “No problem, Ann,” she said quickly.

Butcher looked over at her thoughtfully, her expression darkening slightly, then she nodded, almost imperceptibly, “Your boss, she teaches this sort of thing, does she?”

Ruth Derwent swallowed, “She insists on respect.”

“Right,” Butcher paused, then, “OK Derwent, inside and check,”

“Yes Butcher.”

Inside the cell the two prison officers looked up at her arrival, Ruth took only a short time to explain why she was there, both the women were able to give her information to pass on to Miss Annersley. She was with them only a few minutes before Butcher insisted on her leaving. The next cell they stopped at was the one Ruth had seen Miss Shaw dragged into a lot earlier. Butcher opened the cell and pointed Ruth in without comment.

Inside the cell Miss Shaw was again jerked awake by the sound of the keys, this time though, the face at the door was that of Miss Derwent.

Ruth moved across to kneel beside the chair, “Good God, what happened to you?” she said in shocked tones, taking in the bruising to the woman’s face, her hunched position.

Miss Shaw gave a half-smile, “Some of the women objected to my management style,” she whispered,

Ruth glared across at Butcher, the woman was standing just inside the cell, she shook her head, “No, not me,” she said.

“Then who?”

“Doesn’t matter, get the information you need, then you can get back and pass it on.”

Miss Derwent shook her head, “No, I can’t just leave, let me help her, at least a little, otherwise I’ll not be able to pass on any information.”

She didn’t think it was possible for someone to move that fast, but suddenly Butcher was beside her, pushing her back against the cell wall, holding her there, “That wasn’t an attempt to blackmail me, was it Derwent? Because I should tell you I respond really badly to blackmail.”

Ruth swallowed quickly, attempted to struggle, but found herself held fast, “No, Butcher, no blackmail, I swear.” Her eyes held those of the other women, “but please, let me help her.”

Butcher held Ruth for a few more seconds then released her saying, “Ten minutes Derwent, no more, and don’t release her hands, you understand?”

Ruth nodded, “Yes, Butcher.”

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#988: Author: patmac, Location: Yorkshire England

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 3:23 pm

Thank you Lesley. That was rather brave of Ruth!

I am waiting to hear whether Jackie enjoyed her pizza?

*Still wibbling*

#989: Author: pim, Location: Helmel Hampster

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 3:56 pm

*joins Patmac in wibbling*

*makes a mad dash to the kitchen to get left overs from the tea party and dives back under the desk armed with cake and choc chip muffins*

#990: Author: Catherine_B, Location: Oxford, UK

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 4:22 pm

Brave Ruth! Well done!

#991: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, England

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 6:06 pm

Thanks Lesley

Hilda has staff to be really proud of

Liz

#992: Author: Lesley, Location: Allhallows, Kent

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 6:26 pm

The cell door slammed shut behind Butcher and the two women were left alone, Miss Shaw looked across at Ruth, “Thank you,” she said quietly, “but be careful, Butcher will be pushed only so far.”

Ruth nodded, “Yes, the way she came at me then…” she swallowed a few times, took a deep breath, “well, let’s see what I can do in ten minutes.”

“Not much,” the woman in the chair replied, “I think it’s mainly bruising anyway, though I’m not sure about my ribs,” she managed to indicate down her left side.

Ruth moved across, lifted the prison officer’s shirt, even in the dim lighting in the cell the extent of the bruising was such that it was obvious there was a more serious problem beneath. Ruth ran her hand gently down the side, noting when Miss Shaw winced.

“I think you’ve got a couple of cracked ribs,” she said hesitantly, “can’t be sure, I’m no medic, but I do have First Aid qualifications.”

Miss Shaw nodded, “Like all in the Service,” she said, “I did wonder if the ribs were cracked. Well, there’s not much can be done for them.”

“No, but I can ease the pain a little, both there and the bruising on your face.” Ruth walked across to the small sink and ran the cold tap for a while, she soaked a number of paper towels then, holding them, moved back to the woman. She then held the towels as cold compresses in two places, against her left side and across both bruised eyes. The woman breathed fast, obviously in pain, but allowing Ruth to continue. After some minutes she removed the compresses, “Best I can do, I’m afraid,” she said apologetically.

Miss Shaw nodded, “It does seem to have helped,” she said, “and just having someone to talk to has helped.”

Ruth squatted down next to the other woman, “Of course, you’ve been on your own all this time.”

“Well except when some of the inmates have come visiting,” Miss Shaw said, smiling.

Ruth didn’t smile, “How can you remain so cheerful?” she said softly, looking directly into the seated woman’s eyes.

There was a pause, then, “Because I refuse to cry in front of the inmates.”

Ruth stared, “You’re a brave lady, Miss Shaw.”

“Geri,” Ruth looked confused, “I think, with our shared ordeal, you can call me by my first name, it’s Geri.”

“Geri?” Ruth asked.

“Well, Geraldine actually, but the only person that ever used to call me that was my mother, when I’d done something wrong!” Miss Shaw smiled.

“Geri it is,” Ruth returned the smile, “and I’m Ruth, now I…” She stopped as the cell door opened, one of the inmates stood there with a flat box. She thrust it at Ruth.

“Here teacher, your friend has tested all the food. Butcher says to feed her too, but hurry up.”

The door was slammed shut again.

Ruth looked in the box, there were a number of slices of pizza.

“I’m not really hungry,” Miss Shaw said.

“Doesn’t matter,” Ruth replied, “you need to keep your strength up,” she sat on the bed beside the other woman and picked up one of the slices, “Here, eat this.”

When Butcher opened the door a few minutes later it was to discover most of the pizza eaten and Miss Shaw drinking her second glass of water. She appeared to be slightly more comfortable.

“That’s enough Derwent, get the info you need. Annersley will want it.”

Miss Shaw looked across at Ruth Derwent, “Tell Miss Annersley that I still remember the pause she made, when replying to my telling her of prison orders. I knew even then that she could be trouble.”

“I’ll tell her,” Ruth promised, “and you hold on, if anyone can get us out of here, it’s Hilda Annersley. I’ll see you soon, Geri.” She stepped out of the cell as she was saying this, the door was slammed shut and locked.

Miss Shaw looked across at the metal door, “I hope so, Ruth,” she whispered.

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#993: Author: Beth, Location: Back in Durham...nearly finished a whole year!!

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 6:31 pm

I'm quite impressed with myself - I seem to have acquired the skill of finding this immediately after Lesley has posted!

Thank you very much, oh Queen of Cliffs and Tenterhooks!

#994: Author: LizB, Location: Oxon, England

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 6:41 pm

Yay! More! Thanks Lesley

Liz

#995: Author: MaryR, Location: Sale Cheshire

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 7:22 pm

Wonderful posts, Lesley.

Ruth has obviously been taking lessons from Hilda - so calm and brave.

I reckon this is going to be a loooooooooooooooong siege! Shocked

#996: Author: Laura, Location: London (ish)

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 7:28 pm

Thanks Lesley! *also perched on hooks of tenter*

#997: Author: Kat, Location: Swansea

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 8:13 pm

Just caught up since Friday - talk about tension!!

Thanks Lesley! Very Happy

#998: Author: Pat, Location: Doncaster

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 8:17 pm

Thanks Lesley. Sorry I guessed publicly! Rolling Eyes

And those of you trying to sit on tenter hooks - you really don't want to do that!!! The are sharp pointed hooks that are used to stretch material. They cause the tiny holes you find down the selvedge. Very very nasty.

#999: Author: nikkie, Location: Cumbria

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 8:28 pm

Well I thought with so many posts the seige must be over BUT then I remembered who the writer was Very Happy

(I did manage not to falloff any cliffs though!).Thank You Lesley

#1000: Author: Carolyn P, Location: Lancaster, England

Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 9:04 pm