ain't trying to be the baddest
Who: Ichimaru Gin (persimmonsplz ) & YOU (if your character wants to see him, anyway)
When: flexible ; visiting hours, Sun. Jan. 9th - Wed. Jan. 12th I meant to post this on Sunday, and now it is Tuesday...
Where: Siren's Port Prison
Summary: The last of Gin's prison interactions. (It's about time he's exposed to people that aren't officers or inmates, right?) Mileage will vary depending on the visiting party's intent.
Warnings: n/a … he's behind a pane of glass, after all.
You have a visitor.
[Gin hadn't even been aware that the right to guests had been permitted to him until those four words had been spoken to him. He didn't recognize the guard that retrieved him (it was rare that, over the last week, anyone but Re-l had watch over him), but far be it from Gin to ruin this opportunity with any kind of smart comment.]
[That was the behavior Gin stuck to, even up to the moment where his escort deposited him in the stiff plastic chair at the booth. A quick glance around told him the three things he needed to acknowledge: the phone off to the side would be his method of communication, the pane of glass in front of him was so thick it was probably bulletproof, and just on the other side of that glass...]
[His guest.]
When: flexible ; visiting hours, Sun. Jan. 9th - Wed. Jan. 12th I meant to post this on Sunday, and now it is Tuesday...
Where: Siren's Port Prison
Summary: The last of Gin's prison interactions. (It's about time he's exposed to people that aren't officers or inmates, right?) Mileage will vary depending on the visiting party's intent.
Warnings: n/a … he's behind a pane of glass, after all.
You have a visitor.
[Gin hadn't even been aware that the right to guests had been permitted to him until those four words had been spoken to him. He didn't recognize the guard that retrieved him (it was rare that, over the last week, anyone but Re-l had watch over him), but far be it from Gin to ruin this opportunity with any kind of smart comment.]
[That was the behavior Gin stuck to, even up to the moment where his escort deposited him in the stiff plastic chair at the booth. A quick glance around told him the three things he needed to acknowledge: the phone off to the side would be his method of communication, the pane of glass in front of him was so thick it was probably bulletproof, and just on the other side of that glass...]
[His guest.]