Day 17 - Night - Brig ((Semi-Private/Unfinished))
Wow, this was familiar. Really, all to familiar.
All ships brigs looked the same, same sterile grayish white, designed to bore you to death until you confessed to killing your own mother just to see some color. Same crappy benches that were uncomfortable to do anything on bolted to the walls. Same set up of toilet and sink that came out of the wall. Whose idea was it to put Wheelbarrow in here? Taking a crap was going to be awkward.
Across the way were Asshole One and Asshole Two. Assholes. The force field generator hummed the same way all the brig force field generators he'd ever been in hummed. He wasn't gonna be able to sleep tonight thanks to that humming.
Yeah, joy.
He groaned as he flopped back on one of the benches and stared at the ceiling, counting the individual bars that made up the grates.
"You SUCK. All of you SUCK."
All ships brigs looked the same, same sterile grayish white, designed to bore you to death until you confessed to killing your own mother just to see some color. Same crappy benches that were uncomfortable to do anything on bolted to the walls. Same set up of toilet and sink that came out of the wall. Whose idea was it to put Wheelbarrow in here? Taking a crap was going to be awkward.
Across the way were Asshole One and Asshole Two. Assholes. The force field generator hummed the same way all the brig force field generators he'd ever been in hummed. He wasn't gonna be able to sleep tonight thanks to that humming.
Yeah, joy.
He groaned as he flopped back on one of the benches and stared at the ceiling, counting the individual bars that made up the grates.
"You SUCK. All of you SUCK."