[Open Prison Post]

[inmylight_comdr]

Who: Prisoners, PP Members, Visitors (i.e. just about everyone)
What: Daily Life in the Prison
When: Anyday
Where: The dungeons underneath Cair Paradisa
Rating: ATM none, will change if notified of happenings you crazy silly people you

Comments

GUARDS

[inmylight_comdr]

[Gather around the water cooler, meet up in the locker room, exchange stories between shifts, or warn others about an unruly charge!]

[mal_addict]

[Maladict is chillin' in her usual leaning spot with a cup of coffee. She finds the guard duty horrifically boring, to the point where sometimes she wants to leave a door open just for something to chase to kill a few seconds.

But no. That's probably irresponsible or something. Bored siiiigh. Bother her]

Prisoners

[inmylight_comdr]

[Play some cards, heckle the guy across the way, or ponder the deeper meaning of what got you here in the first place!]

[fastest]

[ Since he's not deemed 'safe' enough to be grouped with anyone else, he's got his own little cell, chains included. Isn't he lucky? B( At least he can still harass the guards, or talk to any other prisoners nearby if they want.

But then, he's not always the most social type. And the longer he's here the moodier he gets. Anyone exposed to the prison long enough is probably used to the random 'fits' he gets, but since there's little to actually break or destroy in his cell, it's mostly just noisy.

At least, for now, he's quiet, the horns not visible. He might look like he's napping, but he's just listening. ]

[inmylight_comdr]

[Kat stops by on her rounds. She wasn't one to engage in any sort of witty repartee, when baited, but she could see how the long confines could be maddening.]

[She's also observant to sense the difference between napping and wakefullness.]

You want a book or something?

[fastest]

[ He opens one eye, peering out at her lazily. Is it a her? Why don't girls wear dresses anymore? His voice is a soft drawl, barely above a murmur for the time being. ]

How considerate of you. You're like my hero.

Visitors

[inmylight_comdr]

[Because some evil-doers still have friends! Just leave the bolt-cutters out of the baked goods, please!]

[lionbeforelambs]

[And Arthas is found in the same position as always, sitting in his chair in the center of his cell, staring straight ahead of him and out against the opposite wall. He appears every part the King, despite his exhausted sort of demeanor that all the stress of undeath has given him.

Pupilless eyes blink softly, almost reacting innocently to Jaina's greeting as he turns his gaze down to her.]

Good evening, Lady Jaina.