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Who: The Dark Ace, and anyone else!
When: Day 10, midafternoon.
Where: Hallways near the courtyard, inside.
Something was wrong here, and he knew it.
He'd killed a woman on Monday. He knew other people had died then, too - this place didn't exactly keep its death tolls secret, and in any case he could hear the screaming as he'd left the little room that day - but for some reason, he swore he had seen the dead living. Not in a poetic manner, either. Dead people had come back to life, and there had been people talking about it - about "experiencing death".
Death wasn't something you experienced, unless it was someone else's. He of all people knew that. And he especially knew that you didn't survive an electrocution bad enough to sear your skin to smoking without being severely inconvenienced, left in a burn ward - much less able to move or type!
He was going to have to speak with that Warden the next time he could meet her. As it was, the Dark Ace was left to seethe on his own, glaring out at the courtyard as the rain came down in a drizzle, making the world misty, cold, and relatively miserable. So much for pacing in the gray air to try and think. He wasn't about to pace in his cell - too much like a caged animal for him to survive, really - and the halls around here had too many people in them for his liking. So he stood, and he thought, and he glowered as if the world outside had done him some personal wrong.
When: Day 10, midafternoon.
Where: Hallways near the courtyard, inside.
Something was wrong here, and he knew it.
He'd killed a woman on Monday. He knew other people had died then, too - this place didn't exactly keep its death tolls secret, and in any case he could hear the screaming as he'd left the little room that day - but for some reason, he swore he had seen the dead living. Not in a poetic manner, either. Dead people had come back to life, and there had been people talking about it - about "experiencing death".
Death wasn't something you experienced, unless it was someone else's. He of all people knew that. And he especially knew that you didn't survive an electrocution bad enough to sear your skin to smoking without being severely inconvenienced, left in a burn ward - much less able to move or type!
He was going to have to speak with that Warden the next time he could meet her. As it was, the Dark Ace was left to seethe on his own, glaring out at the courtyard as the rain came down in a drizzle, making the world misty, cold, and relatively miserable. So much for pacing in the gray air to try and think. He wasn't about to pace in his cell - too much like a caged animal for him to survive, really - and the halls around here had too many people in them for his liking. So he stood, and he thought, and he glowered as if the world outside had done him some personal wrong.