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Dec 03, 2006 17:19

Ryan stopped to get a bathrobe on his way to the cells. No point in ruining yet another uniform. The BDUs have been left with Security, and he’s now pacing the cell he’s been given for the night, surprised that Wells isn’t already there. Usually he’s much better at waiting than this, but the cell is small and he’s locked in and there’s a tiny voice going trappedtrappedtrappedtrappedtrappedTRAPPED.

It’s starting to get on his nerves.

He’s trying to remember what he can from the first time he changed, analyzing whatever he can recall. He had just finished telling Wells and that shitwipe Cooper that he was using them as bait and Wells hit him hard enough to knock him out of his chair. When Cooper pulled him back up, everything had been black and white, and the two men threw him across the table. He remembers…hitting the floor…his teeth starting to itch…that gut-wrenching pain…and not much else. The rest of the night’s in bits and pieces after that.

But he remembers he liked it. Liked losing control.

He forces himself to sit down. He will not let it control his actions. He won’t fight the change, that would just prolong the pain, but he’s not going to give in to the wolf.

Not this time.

He can feel it coming, just like before, though there’s still some time. Wells should be here soon.

OOC: Mun was given hand wave rights to the actual locking up/releasing portions.

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