RP: In the Cell

[tbootylicious]

Who: Terry, anyone who'd like to join
When: Friday 1th October
Where: Terry's cell
Rating: TBA
Summary: TBA
Status: Incomplete?

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[poisoned_quill]

Ginny had been incredibly good about the prison time this week, never demanding any more than the half hour she'd spoken about, and never asking them to wear their uniforms. Nevertheless, Rita had been donning the thing - disgusting and scratchy as it was when she was so used to satin and other quality fabric - for the time she spent in the cell.

She couldn't help but smirk each day as she was let in and out of the thing. If Big Brother had been hoping for power abuse and drama, he'd been stupid to ask the housemates who they looked to as leaders.

Not that Rita minded. She wouldn't have liked to have been in under Parkinson's rule. Not that she thought anyone in this place abusive, but power went to some people's heads (although not, of course, her own. She was well aware of power and how to control it).

Actually, she was half grateful for the uniform today. It felt daggy, unsexy, and for the time she was in here, that was probably what she needed. Time out from herself.

The concrete was cold. Felt good against her back, her legs where she sat. Real. Unglamorous. Probably what she needed. The shower - or rather her hands - had helped, but certainly not made everything go away, so it was nice to get out of there for a while, out of herself.

Boring, though.

She could see Terry in the cell across from hers, looking dozy and peaceful. Wondered if he'd be the one to go or not, this week - she wouldn't pick him, she didn't think, but she had no idea what the public would do.

"What do you think you'll do when you get out of here?" she asked, loud enough for him to hear but quiet enough to ignore, if he wanted to. If he really was sleeping.

[tbootylicious]

Terry opened his eyes, feeling in a peaceful sort of mood and just generally contemplating the weather. Unfortunately, he had no idea whether what they were experiencing in the garden was a reflection of the weather in the real world or just provided to them by Big Brother.

He hand a hand through his hair, frowning. "I don't know," he admitted. "Try and go back to work, I suppose. Haven't been thinking about it too much. What about you?"

[poisoned_quill]

"Work for me, yeah." Merlin, being dressed like this seemed to affect her entire demeanour - she could even hear a trace of the way she'd spoken in childhood coming through. "Back to being the observer rather than the observed."

She leaned her head against the wall, turned it to look at him. "What do you think will happen, after this? I mean... the entire wizarding world is watching us. Seen us eating, fighting, showering, having sex. Probably like some of us and hate others. What will you do if people recogonise you in the street?"