FMA Prision

[kagegirl]

Hanabi coughed, but her breathing stayed much the same. She rolled over onto her back, her eyelids fluttering a bit. Her eyes open, revealing their bright, midnight blue color, which would have been impossible to see in the cell, but was now obvious.

[aspiredeathe]

Caleb was staring absent-mindedly at the ceiling, he'd never noticed that yellow spot till now.
A small cough snapped his head to the bed, his mind quickly registering the patient starting to stir.
Pushing himself of the desk he strode to her side, his flashlight in his hand as he quickly shone the light in her eyes.
With a small nod, more to himself, he shoved the flashlight into his pocket, grabbing her wrist gently. Looking at his watch, he checked her pulse rate, his forehead creased slightly before he let go.
"Do you know where you are? How do feel?" He asked with a soft tone, raising a hand to her forehead. Slightly warm, but nothing to be worried about.

Jean tapped his fingers on the counter impatiently. The machine gave a final splurt of coffee before going silent, indicating the hot drinks to be done.
Grabbing the sugar bowl he threw in a few cubes, stirred briskly before throwing the spoon into the sink. A cup in each hand, he left the kitchen, the chef warning him about coming in again.
He walked casually, not wanting to spill the coffee. He'd also had enough time to calm himself and note how over-exaggerated he'd been acting earlier.
Caleb was a good doctor and no patient could be in such bad shape that it be life threatening and no one have noticed it. He'd been worrying too much thus.
With a small sigh, he walked on.

[Scar]

Scar rocked himself on the floor of his cell, wondering what time it was. His cell didn't have a window, just white tiled walls, and they wouldn't even allow him to have a matress, let alone a clock. He couldn't have anything that might be a potential weapon, and as such, his room was literally just a box, save for four security cameras in the four corners of the ceiling, out of his reach. He was suprised they let him have a Bible. Of course, that was after they removed the leather backing. Leather was an effective strangling weapon. The only contact he had with the outside world was through the small barred window on his reinforced steel door, so small he couldn't even fit his hand through it, and a one-way metal flap on the bottom where they slipped in his food tray. He always recieved his food on stirofoam dishes and cups, and he never received a utensil. This room was enough to drive a man, no matter how rational, mad. In fact, he was almost certain that he was going mad. Were it not for the walks, visits from Jean, and later the Bible and Roze's visits, he would have gone mad. He lived for the chance to leave his cell, exercise his legs, and shower. He craved the companionship of the staff members that had become friendly aquaintances.

[aspiredeathe]

((Lol, no one's posted here in over 5 months and you just h ad to do it? XD))

[Scar]

Yes. Yes I did.))

[aspiredeathe]

Kain stood before the heavy bolted door, taking in a few deep breaths as he thought of what was to come.
In one hand he held a food tray, the other clenched tightly as he steeled himself. This had to be one of the scariest things he'd had to do since working here, which wasn't that long.
And no matter what his superior, a certain blonde haired smoker, said about the prisoner and how friendly he really was, the newest guard couldn't help but let a shiver of fear run down his spine as he thought about his task.

The orders were simple, deliver dinner and make sure he ate and didn't get up to any funny business. It had bene Jean's idea for him to hang around a bit, under the motto of how good relations between guards and prisoners benefitted all.
The inmate named Scar. He was curious to know how the man had acquired that name but didn't dare ask in case his colleagues belittled him for not knowing something that was probably common knowledge.
Kain couldn't help it that he spent most of his time off working on electronic devices.
He found his hobby much more interesting than the latest foul the world decided to throw at humanity.

Taking in one last gulp of air, he slid the keys out of his pocket, a small, yet rather strong wire attached the keys to his belt. Just in case.
Not that he saw how it helped.
Turning the key, he went through the unlocking procedure, sliding bolts across and turning the key yet again, till that fateful click rang through his ears.
With one last moment to collect himself, he pulled open the door and put on his best smile.
"Dinner time Scar." He'd only put one foot forward into the cell before blanching "A-ah, you don't mind me calling you that, do you?" His voice slightly timid with worry that he may have insulted the man by being too casual.
The prisoner was a religious man after all, you could never be too careful with them.