Natsume blinkes, confused, trying his best to make sense of the situation. He looks around, the environment completely strange and new, and he wonders silently if this is some sort of fucked up acid dream... Only, it doesn't seem like it. He is wearing a prison jump suit, for example, and while it probably looks somewhat good on him, it is ridiculous. Completely, utterly ridiculous. He would have known if he had been caught by something or someone, wouldn't he? So why the hell is he here, and what iss going on?
Or, wait... Had he been caught? Trailed? Trailed for murder, first degree? And convicted? Is that what is going on? He wish he knew, he wish he could make sense of the fuzz that seems to occupy his brain. Nothing makes sense, and he feels almost physically sick to his stomach because of this eerie situation. Damn it all...
Hold on here... I'm not going to some 'pervert's' shower!
One guard stopped just outside of Natsume's cell. He'd heard the words spoken, and with a frown he knocked his baton against the thick bars of the cell. Frowning in displeasure, the guard turned to face inside the cell as he snapped, "You, get out to the showers, now."
Natsume frowned stubbornly. He took a deep breath counted silently down fron ten, trying to collect himself. Sure, he had no idea where he was, what was going on, or what would happen next, but he knew this much; things weren't about to change for the better anytime soon. He just had to grit his teeth and hope for the wardens to show him to a proper place. Damn it all.
The guard remained stubbornly by the cell bars while Natsume counted down from ten. Huffing softly in annoyance, he grunted while moving over to kick open the cell doors. "Don't make me come in there and get you," He warned while tapping the baton against his thigh, "I missed out on my morning coffee, and don't think I won't take out on scumbags like you."
"Nrgh . . ." Wolfram tossed and turned in cot, trying to blot out the noise from the speakers by shoving his ear against the mattress. When his hand fell off the side, he realized that things weren't normal and bolted upright. The action was too quick, too sudden, and he found himself groaning as he smothered his face in his hands. What happened to him
( ... )
The guard that had been passing by Wolfram's cell paused after shoving one of the other unwilling prisoners further down the corridor. "If you're not in the shower in five minutes, I'll break your legs." The guard warned the first prisoner before turning his attention entirely to his new problem.
What was it with these punks? Heading right over to it, the guard didn't hesitate in slamming his baton hard up on the bars where wolfram was banging his fists against. "I'll give you something to complain about if you don't get your cute little ass down to the showers." The guard growled in warning before unlocking the cell, "Now get your ass down there."
Wolfram flinched away from the bars. So they wanted to play rough, did they? He was a livid, sputtering mess, his face ten shades of red and his teeth grinding so hard that they nearly cracked in his skull.
"C-C-Cute?" he spit, stomping out of the cell. He had the actual audacity to follow the guard. "Who do you think you are, speaking to someone like that?! Turn around, you hear me? Turn around! I have questions!"
The guard simply sighed in annoyance when this continued to rant and rave at him. he didn't get paid enough to deal with this bullshit, and considering the problems he'd been having with the others already this morning, he wasn't in the mood to deal with it either.
He stopped when his noisy prisoner demanded that he did. Turning back around to face the angered blonde, the guard warned, "Look, Buttercup, the only thing I want you to do right at this moment, is to get your ass down to the showers." Tightening his grip on the baton, he growled, "Give me any more trouble and I'll paint that cute little face of yours black and blue."
Cloud woke with a start, inhaling a sharp breath as he found himself staring up at the ceiling of his cell. It took him a moment to realize that he had sight, and though it was slightly off to what he was used, he found himself looking around the cell
( ... )
L was used to dark places. He visited, probed, studied, and lived in them. He had died in a dark place, that uncertain strait between right and wrong squeezing the life out of him while the corners of Light's mouth curved upwards in triumph. He had felt himself slipping, watching the world melt and squirm and fade through eyes that were seeing their last, wondering if he was the only one who could see Light's wicked victory. Kira's win, L's loss. Carelessness, foolishness, regret... they had all passed through his mind as it sped through the last of the stale oxygen his dead heart had delivered to his brain. Breathing had become so difficult. It hadn't been fair; L remembered the bitter struggle of doing something he'd taken for granted since birth
( ... )
There had been a guard walking by not long after L had woken up. Bypassing the quiet cell, it took until the guard had almost completely gone passed before he realised that there was an occupant still in there.
Raising a brow, he turned his attention to the odd male within, "You, get to the showers like all the other pigs."
The orange jumpsuit was itchy, compared to the finely processed cotton L usually wore. It bleached his skin with its garish hue, clashing with the blue undertones and making them look greenish. He was glad to see a guard, someone who could get him out of this mess. He'd get to the bottom of this, sort it all out...
"I am glad to see you," he said, crawling over to the bars and wrapping his spindly fingers around one of them like a lifeline. "There's been a terrible mistake... I'm not supposed to be here..."
"Now ain't that just cute," A frown marred the guard's face at the prisoner's words. He didn't move when L approached the bars outside the creasing of his brows.
"That's what they all say," He muttered before reaching to get his baton, "Go clean yourself up before I decide you'd look better black and blue."
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Or, wait... Had he been caught? Trailed? Trailed for murder, first degree? And convicted? Is that what is going on? He wish he knew, he wish he could make sense of the fuzz that seems to occupy his brain. Nothing makes sense, and he feels almost physically sick to his stomach because of this eerie situation. Damn it all...
Hold on here... I'm not going to some 'pervert's' shower!
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What was it with these punks? Heading right over to it, the guard didn't hesitate in slamming his baton hard up on the bars where wolfram was banging his fists against. "I'll give you something to complain about if you don't get your cute little ass down to the showers." The guard growled in warning before unlocking the cell, "Now get your ass down there."
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"C-C-Cute?" he spit, stomping out of the cell. He had the actual audacity to follow the guard. "Who do you think you are, speaking to someone like that?! Turn around, you hear me? Turn around! I have questions!"
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He stopped when his noisy prisoner demanded that he did. Turning back around to face the angered blonde, the guard warned, "Look, Buttercup, the only thing I want you to do right at this moment, is to get your ass down to the showers." Tightening his grip on the baton, he growled, "Give me any more trouble and I'll paint that cute little face of yours black and blue."
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Raising a brow, he turned his attention to the odd male within, "You, get to the showers like all the other pigs."
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"I am glad to see you," he said, crawling over to the bars and wrapping his spindly fingers around one of them like a lifeline. "There's been a terrible mistake... I'm not supposed to be here..."
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"That's what they all say," He muttered before reaching to get his baton, "Go clean yourself up before I decide you'd look better black and blue."
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