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Lockdown (End of Day 10)

Oct 23, 2009 23:21

Lockdown (End of Day 10)

Two spotlights shine over the entry cells, illuminating new prisoners. Each appears lying on an uncomfortable twin bed, unconscious, wearing typical Glaxcin grey uniforms. They have no idea where they are or how they got here. The entry cells are open.
The prisoners are:

Didi
Hannibal King

Attention All Prisoners. ( Read more... )

entry cells, psych ward, new arrival, lockdown, day 10

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Cell 2-S babblingmerc October 24 2009, 19:19:04 UTC

Deadpool whistled as he practically skipped into his cell. Thank god he got to keep the same one this time...no more hunting around for him.

"MUCH better. And better yet...TOP BUNK!"

Deadpool jumped up to his bunk and curled up in the blankets like a kitten.

Re: Cell 2-S ginger_temp October 29 2009, 13:44:17 UTC

She heard the commotion from the neighbouring cell and scowled. If the brick walls weren't half bad at keeping noise out, then the open cell doors did nothing for it.

Dimly aware that she was tired and cranky - and if she were being very honest, more than a little self-pitying - and that this was a bad idea, Donna raised her own voice to her characteristic holler. "Oi! Keep it down!"

Re: Cell 2-S babblingmerc October 29 2009, 18:42:40 UTC

"Keep what down? There're PLENTY of things 'up' in here darlin....maybe you'd like to help with one of them. OR is it the bed...nothin I can do about that...not enough room for non-bunks in here. Or the ceiling...that's out too. I'd rather not dig myself out of another rock pile."

Deadpool hopped off the bunk and slithered his head around the cell door.

"And if it's my voice...well you'll hafta live with it. This mouth only shuts up if its sewn shut...brr...there's that chill again. I gotta stop bringing up ANYTHING sewing related from now on. I wonder if it applies to needles or justt he thread or the sewn part....hmmm..HMMMM...hmmm..."

Re: Cell 2-S ginger_temp October 29 2009, 20:07:06 UTC

Donna had rolled her eyes at the childishness of the man's joke. They all think they're so clever, she thought caustically, utterly unimpressed. Now it was her back that was up.

She groaned when she caught sight of him, masked crusader that he seemed to think himself, and closed her eyes. "Yes, I mean you and your gob. It's been a long day and I think we could all use some peace and quiet."

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Cell 1-Q garlicchomper October 24 2009, 19:21:07 UTC

Wario rubbed his head as the shock wore off.

"Man I feel-a fuzzy....WHAT!?"

He wasn't in the dining hall anymore...but in a cell. His mountain of uneaten food...gone.

"This place is-a really starting to piss me off!"

zeroomegadwninf October 24 2009, 19:23:51 UTC

Zero walked into his cell, contemplating his experiences today.

First that maze...

Then that Donna person and her....seemingly split personality

That gas....people had started to realize what it had done to them...so there was no need for a formal announcement now he supposed. Looked like the Warden's plan was quickly becoming moot.

He then made his way over to his pod. He decided to run diagnostics on it...just in case his cellmate had decided to be curious.

thedarkinme October 28 2009, 01:41:02 UTC

Horrible was glad to be completely back to his senses. What a ridiculous thing to have done. Unfortunately, the stitches in his shoulder would be there to remind him for a quite a while now. One brief moment of foolish heroics, long time pain. It didn't balance out.

At least he still had his fascinating cellmate. That might keep his mind off things. "Well hello again."

zeroomegadwninf October 28 2009, 01:45:41 UTC

"Horrib....do you have another name I can call you? Calling you by your pseudonym sounds like an insult..."

Zero kept going on his pods diagnostics.

thedarkinme October 28 2009, 23:05:24 UTC

"My name is the name that I chose. The other one means nothing now." Horrible watched the diagnostics intently. "Besides, Doctor Horrible has a certain ring to it!"

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Cell 1-R multiranger October 24 2009, 19:26:24 UTC

"Urg...urg..."

Tommy was exhausted. His leg was still hurting him...he kept dropping the bag that Dr. Jones had given him with his meds...and his favor had to be repaid some other way (which was only slightly depressing...someone else had brought food for the Doctors and he kind of looked foolish when he had walked back in).

"I guess Adam gets the top bunk. Theres no way I'm chancing getting up there on this..."

Cell #2-c raisedperdition October 25 2009, 03:55:17 UTC

He felt different. He didn't know why. Perhaps it was merely because he had accepted the fact that he had deviated from what he was supposed to be, from the fact that he was supposed to be here for a single reason and that he was choosing to become involved far more than that mission called for. He kept playing over his conversation with Dean in his head, the way he had really confessed to the other, the way he had admitted emotions and fear and doubt. He couldn't bring himself to regret it. No, not in the slightest. Not when he could recall the way that Dean's tone had changed so abruptly, the way the anger that had dominated his voice mere moments before had suddenly disappeared as if he had never been there. And he had returned Castiel's sentiments. In that moment, he had seen a side of Dean that was just slightly different from anything else he had ever seen. It was closer to how he had acted with Sam in the past, a bit more open, a bit less wary of sharing true emotions. And there had been the quiet press of Dean's ( ... )

Re: Cell #2-c unwillingagent October 25 2009, 16:22:12 UTC

A few moments had passed, and then the gentle contact between Dean's and Castiel's skin - more comforting that he was comfortable confessing to - was simply gone. His head bobbed forward slightly and he opened his eyes, frowning when he could no longer see the angel. For a few seconds, he wondered if Cas had zapped himself away after all, and a strong chill accompanied that thought. But then he felt a familiar rush of unseen movement - it always reminded him of an elevator - and he was in his cell, and there was Cas. And if anyone asks, Dean Winchester did not smile with relief when he saw him. He tipped his head to look at Cas properly, and the weak smile turned into a gentle grin before he could look away quickly enough. After everything he'd yelled a few minutes ago, here he was, back in the cell with Cas and fucking over the moon to see him. He wasn't sure whether it was more funny or pathetic, and decided not to class it as either. More specifically, he didn't want to worry over that at all for now. They were alone in the cell ( ... )