// Your judgement laid itself around my neck long ago
Who: ysobritish and by_your_leave.
When: Monday 30th May, afternoon
Where: Liquid's cell.
Summary: Liquid is not the best person when it comes to handling imprisonment.
Warnings: None yet!
Three and a half days was not enough time for Liquid to calm down.
It was true that Canadian prisons were nothing like the hell he had endured in the middle east, but the fact was that his mind was acting as an enemy to him at that time. Sleep evaded him, paranoia and fear buried deep within him and lacing his every breath and thought. His memories kept haunting him and the claustrophobia of the contained area left him shaken and unstable. He stayed unnaturally still at some times, restlessly pacing the cell at others. Liquid was under no delusions that he deserved this, but that didn't make it any less difficult for him to handle. He was pale and drained, unable to eat or rest. With no knowledge of what the future held beyond the possibilities that Re-l had laid out for him, he had no way of knowing how long this was going to last.
Part of him didn't care. Part of him simply wanted to get the razor blade concealed in the muscle of his thigh out, slice it across his throat and wait to either come back or disappear. But that was the coward's way out. Liquid had said from the start that he would endure the consequences and he was not yet so broken as to resort to cowardice like that. More than that, he knew that his suffering was not as great as Kadaj or Yazoo's. At the moment he sat at the far corner of the cell, knees drawn up to his chest. And there, he simply waited, focusing on every sound or movement to distract himself from his traitorous mind.
When: Monday 30th May, afternoon
Where: Liquid's cell.
Summary: Liquid is not the best person when it comes to handling imprisonment.
Warnings: None yet!
Three and a half days was not enough time for Liquid to calm down.
It was true that Canadian prisons were nothing like the hell he had endured in the middle east, but the fact was that his mind was acting as an enemy to him at that time. Sleep evaded him, paranoia and fear buried deep within him and lacing his every breath and thought. His memories kept haunting him and the claustrophobia of the contained area left him shaken and unstable. He stayed unnaturally still at some times, restlessly pacing the cell at others. Liquid was under no delusions that he deserved this, but that didn't make it any less difficult for him to handle. He was pale and drained, unable to eat or rest. With no knowledge of what the future held beyond the possibilities that Re-l had laid out for him, he had no way of knowing how long this was going to last.
Part of him didn't care. Part of him simply wanted to get the razor blade concealed in the muscle of his thigh out, slice it across his throat and wait to either come back or disappear. But that was the coward's way out. Liquid had said from the start that he would endure the consequences and he was not yet so broken as to resort to cowardice like that. More than that, he knew that his suffering was not as great as Kadaj or Yazoo's. At the moment he sat at the far corner of the cell, knees drawn up to his chest. And there, he simply waited, focusing on every sound or movement to distract himself from his traitorous mind.