Fantasy Thesta Penitentiary for the Wicked

[Zenpai]

Sithembile awoke from her restless sleep. She was drowsy as she heard talking behind her. She sat up and turned around. She was greeted by the sight of a spider-humanoid hybrid. It was unsettling at first, but Sith soon became aware of the majesty of this creature. No matter it’s reason for being here, it was fascinating. She took in the details of the creature. Spiders have their own magical properties. Typically a trap or snare, but they can also be used to kill someone slowly. Though they never could interest her as the serpents did, everything has a place and a use. She looked closer at the creature, her eyes focusing intensely. Yes. The way she saw the natural energies flow through and bend around her, she had committed a crime, yes, but she was at least somewhat innocent. How peculiar. Maybe it might have more in common with her than she thought.

 

[Sybil]

Kala had been idly looking out of the cell only to finally feel eyes on her. The guard was her first thought, only to see the woman in a bed she thought was just messy. The spider rose upwards as her legs straightened, her head hitting the risen ceiling with a thud. The guard watched her carefully as she lowered herself quickly to the ground and rubs her head.
"(Fffffuuuuu...) uhh..... Hi? You must be...." Oh shit oh shit I know I am going to mispronounce that name I read on that paper oh shit. Just play if off don't look as panicked as you feel even if she is likely a serial killer or something ITS FINE.
The spider may not have been prepared emotionally to meet someone in a place made for the exceptionally able. Hopefully, her increased heart rate would not set off any alarms.

 

[Zenpai]

“Sithembile” She finishes the creature’s sentence for it. “Most people just call me Sith” she says, a hint of amusement appearing on her face. She tilts her head and looks at the spider creature. “What pronouns do you prefer? I can assume you’re a woman but I try not to determine a person’s identity based on looks.”

 

[Sybil]

"Sithambile?" Oh, oh so close dear spider. "Sith, ok. I guess I am just she? I have never been asked that. What about you?" Might as well ask back? She lowers her mitten-covered hand from her head, easing a bit as she noticed the somewhat pleased face on her face. Slowly she rises back to her normal height of ten feet tall.

 

[Zenpai]

“I identify as a woman as well, no need to worry.” She says, sighing. She looks around at the grey walls and can’t help but feel depressed. This is life now, I guess. She remembers one of her friends, Sonja. She was fascinated by spiders. She would probably squeal with delight at the sight of this woman. Sith smiles to herself, fondly remembering her sisters.

 

[Flowiest D]

“I’ve never understood farmers. My little sister tried to take care of a tulip once. Seems to be a difficult practice. I just don’t see the appeal.” Alasdair says. Cahone seems to enjoy the banter, therefore he should probably keep it up. But he knows that if any relationship is built on lies, the truth shatters it. He doesn’t know what to do. His slick smile fades. His expression grows stern. “Hey, um. I’m gonna be real with you for a second. For the sake of peace among... friends, I guess. You don’t really have much to worry about. I can make a person trip, like you saw before, but I’ve never been able to move a person’s whole body before. If I’m really angry, I can strangle someone, but other than that I’m not much of a threat to you. Especially considering... your abilities. So, my point is, your much more of a threat to me than I am to you. I doubt throwing a desk at you would hurt you much. Point is, I won’t and probably can’t hurt you.”

“Tell me your damn name for fucks sake...geez.. “ Cahone manages a laugh.
Thinking over their meeting and what was said and shown so fair Cahone continued

“Don’t bullshit me comedian, you were just saying how accurate you are”
It was not the first time someone gave the sob story about not being as threatening as Cahone could be. He didn’t hate it, but certainly didn’t like it. He stood waiting for the answer

 

[Sybil]

"So, Sith, you umm... been here long?" The spider wanted to ask what she did, but that would be a question to work up to. Meanwhile the guard would go off after shutting their door, leaving them inside to talk in 'private'. "(Wow we don't even get a clock in here do we.)"

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair sighs. I knew he wouldn’t respond well, yet I tried anyway. “My name is Alasdair. A few people call me Al if they prefer, but I don’t care which.” Alasdair says. Well, this isn’t going to backlash on me later. His sarcasm is bleeding into his thoughts now. Wonderful.
“Besides, I’m not too great I’m the middle of a fight. It’s mainly just impulse. I can’t really afford to think things through in the heat of the moment. I told you I’m accurate when I focus.” Alasdair says, looking away. “What kind of Asshole would I be if I betray someone whom I’m indebted to?” He could feel his emotions slipping out of the mental restraints he’s had for so long. What is it with this place? Fuck. he tried to hold his tongue, but it had a mind of its own. I guess this is why those bullshit psychiatrists tell you not to bottle your shit up. He struggles to remain his cold, rational self. Cahone probably doesn’t care anyways.
He heaves a shuddering sigh. He looks back at Cahone’s face. What does he care? Everybody, especially in a place like this will just think I’m a basket case. Maybe that’s how I die. What an idiot he is, letting all this slip. The only reason he did what he did is because nothing mattered. He didn’t matter. He felt like nobody would care if he started making a stain on this world. What right did he have to unload this on a person who doesn’t even seem to give a shit because he’s so concerned with seeming like a badass prison boss? Alasdair’s face twitches. He avoids eye contact again and climbs up onto his bed, feeling defeated. Not by Cahone, but by his own thoughts. It has to be this place. There’s something doing this to him, he’s sure of it. He hasn’t slipped in a long time, why now? If he still had tears to shed, they’d be streaming. That well dried up long ago. He’s vaguely aware of the cracks in front of his face spreading slowly. He wishes there was somewhere he could go to process this, but there isn’t. He sits up and slaps himself in the face, the pain shocking him into composure. It was necessary to get himself under control. After all, everybody hates a sob story.

 

[Kisaki]

Alicia

She observed how his gold eyes rolled upward instead of downward. It was extremely strange to her, but the whole concept of a griffon exisiting was more weird. "I'm... 'fresh meat' as well. My knowldege of prison documentaries suggest that 'fresh meat' is usually harassed by the older inmates. I..see that it won't be a problem for you though." She noted, noticing the small smirk plastered on his face. Alicia could feel the pride flowing off from the bird cat. Unlike the griffon, she knew the ilder inmates will bother every chance they get.
She grasped the obsidian cross that laid above her chest, feeling the heat radiate from it. " I was arrested this morning. It's clear for me why I was apprehended ...unlike you." She told Tharraleos.


" I've been here just for a few minutes. I have 60 years left to go." Alicia answered. She wasn't exactly pleased by her sentence but her voice made it seem as if 60 years was nothing to her. "60 years of staying in this boisterous prison...." The angelic girl walked over to the freeze resistant bars. She wondered what inmate was screaming on the top of his lungs. Alicia rolled her eyes in annoyance. She sometimes thought hell would be a better place than this.
Gryphtaur

 

[Gryphtaur]

Tharraleos' auditory receptors continued to absorb his cellmate's words, taking note of her movements through peripheral vision. Trust would be a mostly non-existent concept for the vainglorious combatant. It was a crucial component to survival to keep the utmost attentiveness to surroundings. Threats could lurk in corners you never thought existed. Something malicious was in the environment, and it brought very mild unease to Tharr.

"This is my first incarceration overall. I have lived a mostly neutral lifestyle, neither siding with or standing against law; a creature of balance, if you will." He started, finding his random slew of words slightly odd. Guess it drowned out whatever disturbances transpiring. "My sentence remains pending for now. Many lives were lost and destruction was plentiful in the wake of my barbaric rampage. Certainly not my proudest moment." He went on to explain. Dwelling on his own misdeeds sparked an intriguing reaction. Much like how he was empowered by vanity, moments of humility brought adverse effects. A dull, black outline formed around the hybrid for a brief moment. His beak twisted into a sneer somewhat as he felt his power drop another tenth. With a silent sigh escaping his rostrum, Tharraleos continued.

"It hardly appears as if you belong in a place such as this, moreso than myself. What would result in such extensive penance?" He asked, taking note of her seemingly benelovent disposition.

Kisaki

 

[firebright24]

Alice swiped away her tears as Jasper came down to pace. He was taller than she remembered, his form somehow conveyed power. As if he were someone who was used to being respected. When he leaned over her to ask her to spend time with him her soft blue eyes met his amber ones. She smiled, "I would love that actually, thank you". She felt so much safer now. She had a friend. Someone to help her. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad.

She was still trembling but she held herself together. She had to. She didn't have a choice. She tried to go back to reading but ended up just staring at the page blankly.
KasperXIII

 

[Zenpai]

Sith’s eyes turn sad. She looks at the bed sheets beneath her. “I only arrived today. But I’ll be here until the day I die.” She says hopelessly. She glances at the pale, cold, concrete walls of her new home. Inescapable, people called this place. She wonders how long it will take to get used to it.

 

[KasperXIII]

|:| Jasper Bent |:|

Finally, a smile and a change of overall morale from this weeping cellmate. After thinking that the way to calm her was to shut her out, perhaps the better approach was to simply make her feel welcome and give her a companion. And given the fact her ability isn't fully suppressed, she could serve as a great asset for Jasper, for whatever plans he had in those pages between the books he had. Manipulating electricity... that's quite unpredictable, but when in the right hands, fit right into his little puzzle. That is, if she would prove to be loyal to him. A day as an ally would definitely show that for certain. But for a moment, they exchanged glances and smiles, until Jasper finally broke from the unusually long stare and turned back to climb over to his bunk.

That was, until they were interrupted by a guard marching in, no knocking, no sort of announcement of his arrival. A familiar guard that Jasper knew all too well, simply because of how many trips he'd taken with the man before to and from the medic bay. He could sense his arrival a few seconds before it actually happened, already looking at the door of the cell just as it was pushed open. The guards must be on strict orders to show no remorse and to not get soft, because otherwise, they'd be a bit more lazy at this point, around 'lights out' hours. Sighing, Jasper knew what this meant.

"It's that time of day again?"

The guard nodded. "No fun and games, let's go. I have better things to do than walk your ass to the medic bay."

And just when Jasper's powers had come back into effect. Another timing he'd log in to his mind. He was told that the average duration of the serum is 20 to 24 hours, but at this point, he'd established that, in the dosage he was given, and for his body type, he could narrow the range of it inhibiting him at full capacity to around 22 to 23 hours. That would leave him with one hour to spare for his powers to run more efficiently. Today was quite early, though. It'd been a little over 22 hours since he'd been last drugged, and he could already start reading minds more coherently. He could read through Alice's blank thoughts as she tried to read, or the guard's as he impatiently waited to finish up his shift and go home. But acting like a smartass is what would land him a beating, or a trip to the SHU. He didn't make it obvious he was actively scanning the guard's mind for his deepest darkest secrets, and simply approached him with his wrists forward and side-by-side. "As you wish," he muttered.

Fortunately, the guard didn't interpret Jasper's excessive eye contact as anything suspicious. He had more pressing matters to worry about than that as he whipped out a pair of handcuffs, twirling them between his fingers, and grabbed Jasper's wrist to bind it first. It was then followed by the second so that he was handcuffed from the front. Seeing Jasper was merely a human with no alternative forms, it was safe to keep him like this with minimal bindings. Not like he was using his powers to break out, right? His record showed that he was merely a telepathic being with no physical abnormalities... But not a rousing suspicion that the mind reading inmate was taking pleasure in assessing this guard's thoughts and abusing this ability as they walked off. He'd do the same once they get escorted outside, and not just to guards. Finally, some mental entertainment in the boring confines of Thesta Penn.

One step closer... he told himself as they marched along the isle of the upper level of gen-pop. Better enjoy the sounds of other people's minds while it lasts.

Mentions: firebright24

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|:| Edward Brookes |:|

Warden Brookes admired the attitude Val had towards her work, as well as how efficient and on-point she'd proven herself to be. Nobody simply climbs to the head of security in a prison like this overnight; her work is one that Brookes took the time to grow and trust, and she'd yet to disappoint to this day. To the salute from the get-go, he nodded in approval, then attentively listened to the status report. Honestly? He was bracing himself for the worst - inmates were causing unrest, but obviously not enough for a lockdown; inmates refusing to abide by new policy or accepting the cellmate system; quarrels erupting between inmates and guards; several inmates spending a few days in solitary confinement after refusing to abide by the new conditions of their stay; worst case, someone dying on their watch. With unpredictable criminals like the ones they housed, Brookes was expecting hell on earth with a day as controversial as this, and was expecting Val to come at him with such news when she started about 'giving it to him straight'. Her candid words alone weren't a good sign as he bit his tongue and listened along.

And to his fortune, things were 'calm'? Rather civil? Nothing more than some individuals simply being an 'annoyance'? It's not like he wanted to be given bad news and have to sleep that night knowing that trouble was waiting when he woke up, but he also saw the surplus of good news as an equally dangerous tiding. A premonition of a bubble waiting to burst. Just looking at dangerous personalities like Dragoul or Tharraleos on a sort of relaxed behavior was troubling to stomach, arching an eyebrow as he eyeballed the files being pointed out to him. He knew nearly every inmate by name, as well as their abilities and crimes. He didn't even have to read any files to know who Val was referring to in each case. But a good, smooth first day. That deserved a nod of approval to his trusted security official.

The guards were another story; it wouldn't be long before this calm atmosphere goes to their heads and causes them to get careless. It was the sort of 'nothing bad has happened yet, so nothing bad WILL happen' complex that pestered the warden's ice-cold heart. Some of these guards were new, others old, but regardless, there was always the potential for slacking. Not from Val, obviously, but from others, he indeed feared that they could be manipulated, bribed, subdued. The inmates' powers may be dampened, but they still have strength in numbers. It's never prevailed yet with the extensive lockdown procedures demonstrated by Thesta Penn, but if a guard does show up in the halls of gen-pop dead, it would be his ass on the line when it gets out. His entire funding was based on the facility being 'unbreakable'. One crack like a hostile move from an inmate that wasn't quickly resolved would make the prison's reputation crumble.

"Calm is a good sign in the beginning, but not a guarantee in the longrun," Edward responded after hearing Val out, taking a step closer to the her and glancing at the files at her desk. Ahead of schedule, as usual, another quality that he appreciated from her. "Be sure to make your rounds tomorrow, through meal times, work hours, and recreation time in the yard. The old inmates already have an impression of you to haunt them for their sentence and beyond. But the new ones have no idea who you are. It's not like such things can be given during their orientation. Simply put, what I can say is do what you do best, and keep the order of things, for both the inmates and guards." A hand from Brookes slowly hovered over the files for inmates laid out on the table, casually browsing to look for one that he was looking for. He had to be here somewhere, which would come in play for another minor favor he would ask of Val. "I know you opposed some of the changes that we are making here, but I can assure you that much of what we're doing around here in the way of expansion is making a change in this world. A good one, where less of these criminals marching about. Powers like those under this roof is easy to take too far, and those who can't handle it or use it to their own personal gain? They pay the price. And even if we have to cram inmates together in pairs and hire more personnel, we will do it to ensure the safety of others. Not just in Thesta or its surrounding areas. We are getting inmates from everyone on this planet, and even for crimes outside of it. This is our moral responsibility, something I hope you understand..."

With the update out of the way, Brookes had one more order of business in mind. His finger stopped on one inmate's file on the desk, a bit of his cold effect being transferred to the paper. Nothing too extreme, but the one part he'd poked would feel a bit cold the next time Val touches it. "There is one last thing I need of you, Officer Felvon. I'm sure you've reviewed the new inmate work manifest. You've probably noticed a new position that hasn't existed before in this prison. A personal assistant for me. You may be asking why I'd need such a thing, but with my own personal affairs and paperwork, I figured I could use a relatively harmless, calmer inmate to help out, rather than take time out of the day from the rest of our staff. Which is why I've select this individual..." His eyes stopped over the file he was tapping as he slowly nudged it in Val's direction to pick up. "Jasper Bent. He's a telepathic human we've had here for a year. He's inhibited by a serum injected into his bloodstream every day around these hours. He's really shown that he can keep his head down. No shots written up for him, no trips to the SHU, no real issues with him in my eyes or the guards. You can say he's... exemplary. Something I wouldn't expect from a man who killed a high-rise Filincian judge to land himself banishment and a 50 year sentence. But his past isn't my concern. I've hand-picked him to work for me - I mean, he's a far better pick than some of the other more hostile inmates here, right? But in my experience, inmates don't take lightly to something spending so much time with the warden. I worry that with his job, he may be considered a target and could be victim to harassment from other inmates or guards. Which is why I'm removing the guard risk by placing you as the escort to bring him to and from his work during the allocated hours. But this isn't just an escort job; you'll also report if there's any sort of change in behavior from his peers as he comes and goes. The last thing I need is an inmate injured or murdered because of a decision I took. So you can consider this a sort of.... surveillance job for a social experiment, while I get some assistance out of it, too. I wouldn't ask this favor from anyone, but I do trust you above all the other guards. I bet this small favor isn't going to be an issue, right?"

Mentions: Yonsisac

 

[Sybil]

Life sentence? Oh god.... wait. I am not even sure I live past 60 so a sixty-year sentence may be life for me. Well, that makes things so much easier to swallow.
The spider frowned slightly at the corners of her mouth, standing there in the lifeless room that held no respite for her eyes except for her roommate. This woman was her only escape, and she could understand that. Kala wasn't strong enough to survive mentally if she was alone, her years of dependence on her abhorrent hosts and abuse hammering her own ego into a corner, so this woman would be who was there when the lights came on and went off. Escape? A pipe dream, and what would be waiting for her out there?
Am I safer in here? Hell, will I be happier in here than out there?
"Life sentence?...... Same here pretty much. Did.... did you do it? Whatever got you in here?" Her two normal red eyes looked at the woman softly, watching her closely. Not only was this woman in here for life but it was her first day as well. They were both new and had no idea about the horrors held in these walls. Regardless of all this misery, she wanted to know what to expect with this woman, and if she would be able to sleep at night.

 

[Zenpai]

Sith is surprised by her roommate’s question. She felt like, in a place such as this, the question wouldn’t need to be asked.
“If I said no, that would be a lie. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that I did it, but I did it for my sisters, I killed those people to protect them. They were... witch hunters. Religious extremists believing that we are a scorn to this earth and that we deserve to be removed. They aren’t the only ones who fear us. Most people do. That’s why my self defense was ruled as mass murder.” She says, feeling tears threaten to rise. Her lips tremble. She faintly hears two pairs of footsteps overhead and she feels the tattoo on the back of her neck start to itch. Her face twists with concern. The feeling is gone as fast as it arrived. She knew what it was, something just brushed against her mind, not a direct invasion, but rather a sweeping presence. Fortunately, the people who arrested her thought that the tattoo was simply decorative, so they didn’t feel the need to destroy it. No, it protected her from mental invasion. She gently rubs the back of her neck. Fucking telepaths. Of course. Why not? Sith rather enjoys what little privacy she has, including her own mind. Plus, that is fucking rude.

 

[Sybil]

The spider watches the emotionally compromised witch, the spider's legs nervously move about with their covers making soft tapping on the concrete.
Mass Murderer? That was bad, but then again what am I? A killer. And for what? Self-defense. But did anyone listen to either of us? No... No one sides with fae and the paranormal. Because of what? Because we are evil to them.
The spider bit her lip softly, her hand wanting to touch the lip but her clothed hand would touch her mask-like muzzle. Even in here, she was treated like a dangerous animal. It hurt, but then again she is just being reminded of her difference from the rest of the population. At least her roommate didn't scream when she saw her.
"Self-defense huh? Attacked out of fear? The courts not lenient?... I don't believe I have introduced myself. I am Kala. I guess we will be getting used to this life together, won't we?" She extended her right arm, her blue-padded mitton secured with belts to her arm opened its hand for a handshake. "Despite... whatever you might see, I do not bite." She then gave a smile, enough of one to be noticeable under the muzzle.

 

[Zenpai]

Sith shook the arachnid’s hand. It was a bit awkward, but Sith had the feeling they have a possibility of becoming friends. She felt a smile let start to spread across her face. She withdrew her hand after a few seconds. Kala seemed to be a pleasant woman, so Sith hoped they would at least get along.

 

[Sybil]

The spider was relieved, to say the least, seemingly bringing joy to her cellmate. This was going to be hell, but at least the person she shares her next sixty years with will seemingly be with her.
“Damn, this place is already better than the outside. I have an ally in here.” She morbidly chuckled, her body lowering it’s spider portion to the floor to ‘sit’ herself on the concrete. Might as well get used to this floor since she can’t fit in the beds. “I hope food comes soon, all these yelling inmates and presences I can feel are tiring me out. I swear I almost tripped my arm monitor.”

 

[Yonsisac]

-Val-
Head of security
Current location: Val's Office
Interaction: KasperXIII
Action: Converting about Brooke's request

"Affirmative Warden Brookes, in running hours i will make sure to observe and make new inmates be aware of my presence, i will be sure to encourage order among guards overall" A calm start was a good sign and will always be but it never last. Seeing the Warden browse inmate files, Val stood straight and firm with hands behind her back and hooves on the ground as Brooke's began to speak once again. Yes she was rather insecure with the pairing as security was at risk as either inmates would kill each other as said before or form rather dangerous pairs, hardening the option to subdue any hostile actions. But Val knew every had a reason behind them as one would not just execute said action "Just because" and Warden Brooke's was no exception, hence why she never question his authority both it was duty not to but the trustworthy man he was, she knew this man as doing the right thing. This prison, this cement and steel vault was the only place where people like these should be ever place and such like that this is the point of giving everyone around the world the feeling of safety knowing the most dangerous men and woman are locked away behind bars with the best of the best force keeping them in no mater what. "I fully understand Warden Brooke's,there is no question to it sir" Val said with a harden and firm voice as she understood fully and always know this as the right thing, some things might wave questions in her head but, it had its reasons. Like his request...

Val stood silent as he asked for one more favor,full attention was placed and soon he said that if she has noticed a new position in the manifest and yes she has, a helping hand for the Warden. It was rather odd for a man like Brookes to need a assistant and she rather understood the reason as he as one busy man and placing blood and sweat in to his prison, but hat she dint expect was him saying one of the inmates to be assistant. Immediately her rather pointed ears took attention to such a thing, why a inmate? the though of the prisoner helping the warden was...was unimaginably dangerous. Rather obtaining a inmate to grant its hands to help instead of placing more work to staff and, in some way made reasonable though why but still for Val was a big risk. A file was nudge towards her and she picked it up carefully looking at the inmate ,Jasper Bent, one who has literally caused no trouble in the prison and has been a "Example" like Brooke says and its true as none have been more "Nicer" than he has all the time in this prison. Val knew that some of the rest are blood thirsty killers and Jasper was a better option then any other prisoner and the warden had a good point. After seeing the file thoroughly and hearing Brookes carefully as he gives his word of the situation as if he is placed in the job he would be a target to other prisoners and as well was one other important thing to keep in mind. Val was against this but she could not question the word of a Warden but overall the reasons given are understandable so as much she dint enjoy the request it made clear reason why it as a good idea in the eyes of the Warden and he knew the prisoners from memory. Val would be this inmates personal escort from point A to B and vise versa, having the head of security beside him would act as a serious repellent towards inmates especially old one's who knew her very well and if new ones dint, they would one way or another but not just inmates but some guards would be very outraged over the idea they might act aggressively and abuse there position to get the upper hand.

Her eyes would keep eye on not just the inmate but everything around him, attitude changes from fellow prisoners,etc and report it ASAP of this "Social experiment". Once the warden was done, Val would sigh but not in disappointment, contradicting his idea or in hate of the plan, but in thinking of his request. She knew why he would ask this to her, with a few very short seconds of silent Val would look at the inmates file and shake her head as this would not interrupt in any way "No sir this would not be a issue in any way, i fully understand your request and i will get it through with no problem. Tomorrow in roll call i will address Jasper to communicate his new position in the facility." Val would not question Brookes as he has given enough reasons why this is a formidable position for him. With a nod the Officer would look towards the assignments file as later Jasper's name would be in it as a assistant to the Warden "I will ensure all goes fluently and i assure you he will remain under my supervision, if any inmate executes any harmful tactic i will take responsibility of his safety and ensure peace. If guards abuse there position to harm inmate Jasper, i will take the situation to hand." in other words, this prisoner would be under her guard in transition hours and nothing will happen to him, sure most times she docent even care for them but this one has been personally chosen and is in a very important position, she has never disappointing the Warden, she wont here either, all she needed was when to escort him in and out of his cell and all was said in a orderly and respectful tone. "...Brooke's there is sure to be some hostile behavior towards inmate Jasper Bent with his new position, i mean, a inmate with this job? like you said, spending time with the Warden will get interested looks, i will ensure his safety but question, will he begin tomorrow?" Val finish, she still dint feel very comfy, a prisoner with such importance would cause trouble in cells and maybe cause a riot just because of it, but, with her acting as a escort, maybe this wont happen. She knew if jasper is assistant he would be surely unable to snoop around so she felt safe in that matter.

 

[Flowiest D]

Alasdair sighs. I knew he wouldn’t respond well, yet I tried anyway. “My name is Alasdair. A few people call me Al if they prefer, but I don’t care which.” Alasdair says. Well, this isn’t going to backlash on me later. His sarcasm is bleeding into his thoughts now. Wonderful.
“Besides, I’m not too great I’m the middle of a fight. It’s mainly just impulse. I can’t really afford to think things through in the heat of the moment. I told you I’m accurate when I focus.” Alasdair says, looking away. “What kind of Asshole would I be if I betray someone whom I’m indebted to?” He could feel his emotions slipping out of the mental restraints he’s had for so long. What is it with this place? Fuck. he tried to hold his tongue, but it had a mind of its own. I guess this is why those bullshit psychiatrists tell you not to bottle your shit up. He struggles to remain his cold, rational self. Cahone probably doesn’t care anyways.
He heaves a shuddering sigh. He looks back at Cahone’s face. What does he care? Everybody, especially in a place like this will just think I’m a basket case. Maybe that’s how I die. What an idiot he is, letting all this slip. The only reason he did what he did is because nothing mattered. He didn’t matter. He felt like nobody would care if he started making a stain on this world. What right did he have to unload this on a person who doesn’t even seem to give a shit because he’s so concerned with seeming like a badass prison boss? Alasdair’s face twitches. He avoids eye contact again and climbs up onto his bed, feeling defeated. Not by Cahone, but by his own thoughts. It has to be this place. There’s something doing this to him, he’s sure of it. He hasn’t slipped in a long time, why now? If he still had tears to shed, they’d be streaming. That well dried up long ago. He’s vaguely aware of the cracks in front of his face spreading slowly. He wishes there was somewhere he could go to process this, but there isn’t. He sits up and slaps himself in the face, the pain shocking him into composure. It was necessary to get himself under control. After all, everybody hates a sob story.

“Stick with me and you’ll become a better man” Cahone States. He was about to talk further but was interrupted by the sound of music...The club like music with saxophones and all sorts of instruments..
“Oh fuck.. look away look away!!!” He hissed as he jumped into the bottom bunk. Pretending to be asleep...
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Felix the guard walked by with a dance to his step, rhythm in all his movements.
Alasdair would see a white male dressed in a fancy white suit, complete with top hat and walking cane, he snapped his fingers with each second step he took.
“Hello boys” Felix’s charming deep voice says.
Music still being heard by the two inmates in the cell.
“With your inhibitions and feelings all smooshed in one cell... don’t you two feel like your trapped in hell?....” Felix sings, his eyes alive with charm and glee.

“You say a fucking word to him I’ll kill you!!” Cahone could be heard hissing from under the bunk..

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair glances over at the... eccentric man peering in through the bars.
“RuPaul in heaven what is happening?” He whispers to himself. The man was handsome, Alasdair could admit, but not necessarily his type. Plus he seemed... insane. Alasdair almost couldn’t think straight, this man was all over the place. Alasdair wishes he had blanket to hide under, but Cahone was currently using it. So he just stared at his pillow and waited for him to leave instead. Who in their right mind would hire him?!

 

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Felix sang and music played for a good few minutes, before he gave up in a huff, music faded as he walked away.
Cahone just lay in his bunk, sweating. “That was so close... I was worried he would come in...”
Actual fear in his voice.
Cahone rushed to the bars, seeing just a guard walking down the hall.
The White suited man, the music... all gone.
“You heard that right!! I’m not insane?” Cahone asks erratically.
He asked again shaking the top bunk, worry in his eyes.

Felix was a unknown thing to say the least... let’s just say Felix has tried offering Cahone a few deals.
The worst was the performance while he was in the ice pool..
He legit had guard back up dancers doing the showgirl kicky leg thing.
He sang for ten minutes that time.. was almost fun for the first two.. but it was unbearable after three minutes..
The ice pool is bad, the worst.. but that evil motherfucker having a song and dance number about your misery and pain?

How he wished he could burn that guard..

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair looked at his roommate as if he just asked him if water is wet.
“Would I be cowering up here if I didn’t? There is something seriously wrong with that guy.” In the short time that Alasdair knew Cahone, he didn’t seem like the type to scare easy, but he could understand his fear of that man. No matter what Alasdair couldn’t shake the feeling that he was some sort of anomaly. The first thing that springs to his mind is throwing a high school history textbook at him. He shivers. Practically nothing could convince him that that man was normal.
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[Flowiest D]

“Ok...ok...”Cahone calms down... “it’s been so long since anyone agreed with me.. that fuck exists!” He slouched onto his bunk again. Breathing returning to normal slowly.

 

[Zenpai]

“What made you think he didn’t?! He was there clear as day!” Alasdair almost shouts. “How has he not been shanked by somebody yet?!”
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