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Post by dante on Jan 19, 2008 23:19:26 GMT -6
Dante quirked an eyebrow in mild surprise at the prisoner's request. She had expected something along the lines of better food, longer hours in the gym, or special rights, but not this. Well, there wasn't anything wrong with it, she supposed. She couldn't deny him if she wanted him to trust her, anyway.
"Of course she can. Lyra's a sweet young woman, so I doubt she'll have any problem with it. I'll talk to her about it the next time I see her," she told him.
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Post by Scar on Jan 21, 2008 18:08:41 GMT -6
The prisoner nodded weakly. "Thank you." he said softly, before closing his eyes. Lyra...Lyra...It was a nice name. He really hoped the girl would agree to visit him. He prayed to God allmighty that she would.
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Post by dante on Jan 21, 2008 18:19:57 GMT -6
"Now get some rest, dear. You'll be spending the rest of the evening here," Dante smiled at him as she rose from the seat and headed out the door.
Lyra would be heading down to visit him each and every day, whether she wanted to or not. And then, she would be able to use the girl to get that man to help keep the prisoners in order. That pale freak and his lover would rue the day they crossed her.
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Post by androgynos on Jan 22, 2008 10:29:20 GMT -6
Archer tried taking a nap but sleep kept eluding him. He kept waking up soaked in sweat and trembling. Great...more seizures, no doubt. How long would this last? He craved a dose badly and his body was rebelling with muscle spasms and a twisting, knotted stomach. He jumped up and ran to the toilet and began retching. Nothing. His stomach was empty. He walked to the sink and drank some water from the cup that he filled up. He then returned to the toilet and at least had something to throw up.
He was completely wrung out after that and still shaking all over. His legs felt like they were made of rubber as he walked over to the bars. He raked the tin cup across the bars, making a racket and shouted, "Hey! Godammit, someone get over here, I'm sick for the love of God!"
He mumbled a few curses and went and collapsed on the cot waiting to see if anyone would come.
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Post by Scar on Jan 23, 2008 15:48:55 GMT -6
Prisoner 22193 nodded weakly. "Yes, Ma'am." he said softly. As she left, he let out a soft sigh. "Lyra...a pretty name.." he murmured to himself as his vision became blurred, then black as he fell into a dreamless sleep.
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lustsxxxpride
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Post by lustsxxxpride on Feb 2, 2008 3:33:09 GMT -6
{will someone fill me in quickly with a pm?}
Just then, Lust, handcuffed and smirked was pushed into the cell that the inmate was in. They locked the door behind her and she slipped her hands out o fthe cuffs with ease. "Stupid niwits." she mumbled, and sat on the stone floor. "No consideration for a lady such as me!" she said, then snickered, looking up at her inmate.
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Post by Envy on Feb 2, 2008 14:43:07 GMT -6
Greedo have woken up in the prison morgue. Observing his surroundings, he got to his feet and took a doctor coat, that hanged nearby. *Are they that dumb?* he asked himself. *Do they really think they can kill me that easily?* He noticed another body, lying next to where he layd a while ago. It was Dorchett with a bullet hole in his forehead. Greedo sweared and looked for an exit from this terrible place.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Feb 2, 2008 15:01:04 GMT -6
Martel stepped away from Kimblee and in rage, slammed her fist into the wall. "DAMMIT!" she screamed, partly in anger- partly in pain. Her knuckles were bright red now, and throbbing like hell.
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Post by Scar on Mar 1, 2008 0:38:36 GMT -6
The next day, the unnamed prisoner had a pair of cufffs slapped on him, and was lead back down to his maximum security cell. After being propersly secured as he had before, he was uncerimoniously shoved in, the door slammed and locked behind him. So here he was, with nothing but the white walls to give him company...Oh, wait, there was the bible. With nothing better to do, litterally, he picked up the Bible and began to read.
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Post by silverviper2134 on Mar 1, 2008 14:00:19 GMT -6
By some miracle, the prison doctor had come to Martel's aid. She had sprained her knuckles when she punched the wall. A little bit of bandaging fixed that right up though.
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Post by dante on Mar 1, 2008 14:08:35 GMT -6
Lyra was walking down the hallway that lead to the unnamed prisoner's office, a smile on her youthful face. She had been contacted by Dante approximately ten minutes before, and was instructed go visit the prisoner she delivered the Bible to the day before. Truthfully, she didn't expect it, but was glad to do it.
Reaching his cell, she knocked on the door as she did before, forgetting that the inmate was bound and couldn't answer it. Lyra, quickly remembering this, stepped into the cell and smiled warmly at the prisoner. "Hello again, sir. How are you this morning?" she greeted him, closing the door behind her.
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Post by Scar on Mar 1, 2008 14:43:06 GMT -6
Prisoner 22193 glanced up from his reading as someone knocked, and the door opened. Was it meal time already? No, it was the nurse. "Hello." he replied. "I'm as fine as one can be when in a non-barred cell reserved for ones such as myself. White walls, steel door, all I need is a straight jacket and a lazy eye." It seemed to be an attempt of humor. It also seemed he lacked humor. "And how are you, Miss Lyra? Or is it Misses?"
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Post by dante on Mar 7, 2008 21:47:05 GMT -6
Lyra felt rather awkward and confused after Scar told his little joke, but overcame her slight uneasiness and put on another grin. "It's Miss, and I'm doing well, thank-you." Lowering her gaze slightly, she saw that the prisoner was reading his Bible. "I'm glad see you're enjoying your Bible."
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Post by aspiredeathe on Mar 24, 2008 16:29:25 GMT -6
Standing out in the courtyard, keeping an eye on the inmates, Havoc glanced up towards the wardens office.
He'd followed that man ever since the police academy.((i presume that's where wardens are trained?)) But why Roy deceided to run this craphole, he'd never know.
Still, it was an interesting job.
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Post by fanboi on Apr 4, 2008 14:04:41 GMT -6
Rose came towards Martel's door, "Please are okay? I heard shouting and oh, my..." she said looking at the blond woman's wounds. "Please..." she said taking the woman's hands into ehr own..
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Post by silverviper2134 on Apr 4, 2008 14:11:22 GMT -6
Martel sighed and glanced at Rose. "I haven't seen you around here" she said simply. Her voice was somewhat bitter, but could she be blamed? She was being forced to be in a cage again- and with her worst enemy!
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Post by Scar on Apr 4, 2008 14:13:59 GMT -6
The Prisoner shrugged. "There is little else for me to do." he replied. "And books are easily learned. This Book..One could read it over and over from their childhood untill old age and never fully learn everything it has to tell us." He glanced up to the woman. "Do you read many books, Lyra?"
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Post by fanboi on Apr 4, 2008 14:21:33 GMT -6
Rose smiled and began wrapping Marte's hands up better... "I ma simply a therapist.. Hardley worth anybody's attentio.. I am not surprised you have not seen me before..I ama sorry... I ahev a previous engangement. But I am always willing to talk to anyone."
Saying that she walked off towards the most gaurded prison cell in tehfacility. "Excuse me, I'm coming in, sir..." She had a package in ehr hands, an unwrapped package down cheerfully in a lovely white paper with a blue star of david on it. "Hello.. I hav gift for you." she said handing him the wrapped gift. "0h, hello, ma'am." she said adressing Lyra.
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Post by dante on Apr 4, 2008 14:29:09 GMT -6
Lyra listened to Scar as he talked about the Bible. Although she was only assigned to read part of it by Dante, she noticed how deep and symbolic it was. So she could easily agree with Scar when he spoke of its unrivaled depth.
"Yes, I'm a rather avid reader. I almost always have my nose buried in the medical books Madam Dante gives me to read. I also enjoy reading mystery novels in my spare time ," she answered with a small smile.
Hearing a voice, she turned around to see Rose and recognized her as the prison counselor. "Hello, Miss. Rose," she greeted with a bow.
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Post by fanboi on Apr 4, 2008 14:33:58 GMT -6
Rose smiled, "Hello, Lady Lyra. I hope you are doing well? I went to my home and picked up soemthing fro our friend here." she said with a smile motioning to the prisoner.
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