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Characters: Gin, residents of Cell A & B
Setting/Location: Cells A, B, and the general containment area
Date & Time: Day 5, ??? time
Warnings: None
Summary: Gin is restless curious and makes a go at bridging the communication gap between the two cells.
Gin had already lost track of time since being in the holding cell. Not that that was a massive conundrum given the situation. Somewhere between waking up in the prison, possibly having another nap somewhere in that waking time, and definitely not having a watch, well...
It was somewhere among those vague thoughts of the time of day and the faint idea that he was getting hungry that Gin, ever aware of himself, realized he was bored. His cellmates were proving to be less thrilling than a slug (a rather appropriate response to imprisonment, really), and the vague murmur of other voices outside of their own containment were continually piquing Gin's curiosity. It was with one arm stuck as far through the bars as possible (admittedly, not very far) with junogam in hand (wiggle, wiggle - could it be seen~?) that Gin decided to talk out to the voices.
"Anyone out there know how these work~?"
Never mind the fact that others in his cell have already played with the devices - maybe Gin's getting an idea if there's other prisoners (or maybe guards), or perhaps he's interested to see if there's anyone sounding familiar.
Then again, maybe he's just amusing himself.
Setting/Location: Cells A, B, and the general containment area
Date & Time: Day 5, ??? time
Warnings: None
Summary: Gin is restless curious and makes a go at bridging the communication gap between the two cells.
Gin had already lost track of time since being in the holding cell. Not that that was a massive conundrum given the situation. Somewhere between waking up in the prison, possibly having another nap somewhere in that waking time, and definitely not having a watch, well...
It was somewhere among those vague thoughts of the time of day and the faint idea that he was getting hungry that Gin, ever aware of himself, realized he was bored. His cellmates were proving to be less thrilling than a slug (a rather appropriate response to imprisonment, really), and the vague murmur of other voices outside of their own containment were continually piquing Gin's curiosity. It was with one arm stuck as far through the bars as possible (admittedly, not very far) with junogam in hand (wiggle, wiggle - could it be seen~?) that Gin decided to talk out to the voices.
"Anyone out there know how these work~?"
Never mind the fact that others in his cell have already played with the devices - maybe Gin's getting an idea if there's other prisoners (or maybe guards), or perhaps he's interested to see if there's anyone sounding familiar.
Then again, maybe he's just amusing himself.