Jul 22, 2007 22:20
The jail cell actually isn't half bad, as far as cells go.
It's small, cramped, dark; surrounded entirely in matte black or dark blue metal, with a set of widely-spaced horizontal bars separating it from the equally small, cramped, dark, metal corridor.
Inside the cell, Wedge Antilles sits on the hard bench that doubles as a bunk, his forearms resting on his knees and his hands clasped. He stares straight ahead, at the wall.