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WHO: T-bag, Susan Pevensie, Claire Bennet, and Michael Scofield.
WHAT: Picking up the convict, and getting him some help.
WHERE: The docks.
WHEN: Evening.
He had been on the harbor for an hour with his knees to his chest, his hand in his lap, stopping the bleeding with his shirt and jacket. People around him were wandering around, and looking confused, lost. T-bag narrowed his eyes, looking from suspect to suspect to guards at the ship. Pretty soon, people were daring to venture out onto the streets, into the city. T-bag watched curiously as one by one they left, and the guards did shit to stop them.
Nothing was holding him down. No ropes, no shackles, no cuffs, or cages, or any of that crap. He was free to stand up, so he did, struggling onto his feet, and dragging his sorry ass to a crate to sit down.
Two girls responded to him in this...journal. Whatever it was they gave him, and he was not about to question where in the Hell he was or what he was doing here. For a moment there, he thought he was caught for good, being shipped off to a prison way off on an island somewhere, but this place didn't look like prison to him.
Looked like paradise if anything, and two girls out of the kindness of their hearts wanted to show him around. God bless women.
Well, they better show up soon, or T-bag might have to hurt somebody. He thought he saw a doctor fellow on the ship with his stethoscope. If all else fails...
WHAT: Picking up the convict, and getting him some help.
WHERE: The docks.
WHEN: Evening.
He had been on the harbor for an hour with his knees to his chest, his hand in his lap, stopping the bleeding with his shirt and jacket. People around him were wandering around, and looking confused, lost. T-bag narrowed his eyes, looking from suspect to suspect to guards at the ship. Pretty soon, people were daring to venture out onto the streets, into the city. T-bag watched curiously as one by one they left, and the guards did shit to stop them.
Nothing was holding him down. No ropes, no shackles, no cuffs, or cages, or any of that crap. He was free to stand up, so he did, struggling onto his feet, and dragging his sorry ass to a crate to sit down.
Two girls responded to him in this...journal. Whatever it was they gave him, and he was not about to question where in the Hell he was or what he was doing here. For a moment there, he thought he was caught for good, being shipped off to a prison way off on an island somewhere, but this place didn't look like prison to him.
Looked like paradise if anything, and two girls out of the kindness of their hearts wanted to show him around. God bless women.
Well, they better show up soon, or T-bag might have to hurt somebody. He thought he saw a doctor fellow on the ship with his stethoscope. If all else fails...