9th October, 7 am. Prison Cell.

Oct 10, 2012 10:49

*A combination of sunlight and the sound of snores more akin to a donkey being sawn in half than anything that should emanate from a human throat drag Peter up from the depths of sleep and deposit him, dazed and confused, in a somewhat tangled mess of blankets and more limbs than he remembered having last night.  He struggles to sit upwards, ( Read more... )

mission irascible: bercow, amused, prison cell

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bamfbercow October 10 2012, 11:27:05 UTC
*John grumbles and pulls the duvet closer around him to try and shield himself from whatever it is that's poking him.*

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therealpm October 10 2012, 11:38:54 UTC
*Peter sighs and pokes him again. His legs are cramped from lack of space.*

It's dawn.

*He smirks at John's squeak of fear at being found by Madame Deputy Speaker and gestures innocently at the window.*

The sun is up, rise and shine.

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bamfbercow October 10 2012, 11:42:00 UTC
*John pulls the covers back so his head is poking out and he struggles to look through the door.*

Dawn, I can explain - it's not what it looks li...

*He catches up to what Peter means, groans, and then buries his head under the covers again.*

Not getting up. Light hurts.

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therealpm October 10 2012, 11:46:59 UTC
Really? My head feels fine.

*That's a lie, Peter's head feels like an overstuffed dust bag, but John doesn't need to know that. His eyes wander over the room, little snippets of the night coming back to him in bits and pieces.*

Your singing really is awful, you know.

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