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[stedelweiss_pt]

Day: 001
Characters: Anyone brave enough to venture to Cell 126
Summary: Someone would like to have a word with you.
When: Night, after lock-up
Where: Cell 126 and surroundings, Level 2 ward.
Status: Open/Incomplete

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[posterboywraith]

The smart thing to do, of course, would have been to stay in his cell and ignore the crazy intercom person. But Face had a thing for crazy as well as for doing things not considered to be smart so in the end he had not been able to pass the invitation up. He did not know what he expected to learn from this encounter; hopefully some information about the place, or even just about the mysterious new voice on the speakers. Whatever the reason, here he was, at room 126, ready to do something stupid.

And on that encouraging note, he decided to knock on the door.

[stedelweiss_pt]

"Guests!"

Face wouldn't have time to rap twice before the word bellowed out from around the door's hinges and top and bottom. It was a short howl, violent in force but - like every noise the man made - drunkenly, stupidly happy, a mongrel imitating a wolf.

But the door didn't open. It would stay closed, unrattled, with no hint of approaching footsteps within.

"Get inside, get inside! It's unlocked! Lazy hounds, they never lock up proper, lazy lazy...get inside!"

[posterboywraith]

Oh this was just going to be thrilling, wasn't it? Face took a single deep breath, composing his expression and body language into projecting an almost invisible calm, the sort of thing that caused instinctual trust - for sane people anyways - and opened the door.

Fff, sorry this took forever. Guess it's just you and him, Face.

[stedelweiss_pt]

Cell 126, like every other, was unlit at night, and so the first - and, for an instant, only - sensation Face would be hit with was smell. Rank, raw, rotting smell, the odor of unwashed skin and human filth left to stew in the dark, billowing up from the floor to drift outwards