Cruel and unusual punishment
Who: Larxene and Harley Quinn.
Where: Prison.
When: Late evening, 18th of October.
Summary: Every crime has its punishment.
Rating: No clue.
Other: Love definitely isn't in the air.
Possession of false ID:s, infringement on privacy, extortion, assult on an officer of the law and murder. And that’s just the bits that Seras could charge Larxene with on the spot when the latter was arrested a full month back, which proved to be sufficient to put her up for a detention without trial before being shipped off to jail. This wasn’t made any more fun when it became clear to authorities just how involved she had been with criminal organizations down in the Abyss, which had set her up for a pretty rough time in the legal system’s less reputable branches (a treatment that she didn’t break under, mind you). And on top of that, the habit she later developed of applying shock treatment to her intereogators had ended up with her getting a jumpsuit covered with an (uncomfortable) insulating fabric on the inside. and as if it wasn’t irritating enough, the sleeves came with a pair of rubber gloves that were basically a part of the suit and impossible to remove without a diamond cutter.
But at least she’d try and look at things from the bright side as she walked down the cell block down to her new maximum security safehouse. Here there’d be no (or at least not as many) batons to the face, a slightly lower risk than usual to get shot by mobsters, three shitty meals a day, no orders from self-proclaimed superiors and no one to annoy the life out of her. Basically, it couldn’t be worse than her every day life had been prior to her incarceration, right?
At the end of the road, the thick door door that’d seperate her from the outside world a full twenty-three hours a day was opened by the prison guard that was accompanying her. And then Larxene froze. For a few seconds she just stood there with her eyes focusing on the buffoon. That idiot, that mental case with the pesky little love affair with the Joker. And then, as she stood there with a deadpan face of woe, a hand pushed her into the cell and slammed the door shut behind the pair, putting the pair under lock and key.
How’s that for cruel and unusual punishment?
Where: Prison.
When: Late evening, 18th of October.
Summary: Every crime has its punishment.
Rating: No clue.
Other: Love definitely isn't in the air.
Possession of false ID:s, infringement on privacy, extortion, assult on an officer of the law and murder. And that’s just the bits that Seras could charge Larxene with on the spot when the latter was arrested a full month back, which proved to be sufficient to put her up for a detention without trial before being shipped off to jail. This wasn’t made any more fun when it became clear to authorities just how involved she had been with criminal organizations down in the Abyss, which had set her up for a pretty rough time in the legal system’s less reputable branches (a treatment that she didn’t break under, mind you). And on top of that, the habit she later developed of applying shock treatment to her intereogators had ended up with her getting a jumpsuit covered with an (uncomfortable) insulating fabric on the inside. and as if it wasn’t irritating enough, the sleeves came with a pair of rubber gloves that were basically a part of the suit and impossible to remove without a diamond cutter.
But at least she’d try and look at things from the bright side as she walked down the cell block down to her new maximum security safehouse. Here there’d be no (or at least not as many) batons to the face, a slightly lower risk than usual to get shot by mobsters, three shitty meals a day, no orders from self-proclaimed superiors and no one to annoy the life out of her. Basically, it couldn’t be worse than her every day life had been prior to her incarceration, right?
At the end of the road, the thick door door that’d seperate her from the outside world a full twenty-three hours a day was opened by the prison guard that was accompanying her. And then Larxene froze. For a few seconds she just stood there with her eyes focusing on the buffoon. That idiot, that mental case with the pesky little love affair with the Joker. And then, as she stood there with a deadpan face of woe, a hand pushed her into the cell and slammed the door shut behind the pair, putting the pair under lock and key.
How’s that for cruel and unusual punishment?