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obsidianlogs2020-07-23 08:17 pm
souille) wrote in obsidianlogs2020-07-23 08:17 pm
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Who: Abigail and YOU
What: A day in the life of a new prisoner
Where: Around Obsidian
When: July 23rd
i. Common room
[ Abigail hasn't taken to coming in here often, but this afternoon it was relatively quiet, so she ventures in, sitting in a corner with her back to the wall. She glances up at the television for a while, in relative disinterest, before something else catches her eye - a ragged page from an old magazine. Through the stains and scribbles on the paper, someone's left her a half-finished crossword. She lights up a little - this will the time for now, at least. ]
Five across: Hillary's challenge as first lady: to do nothing (7).
[ She frowns a little, then quirks an eyebrow up at whoever's nearby, in case they want to have a go at the answer. ]
ii. Bathrooms
[ It would be just her luck to be assigned janitorial duty. At least it's something to keep her occupied, even if it's pretty grim work. She tries to finish up quickly, though she's worried she'll be reprimanded for not being thorough.
She jumps out of her skin when someone bangs on the door, but before she can scurry out to let them use the facilities they're already off down the corridor, laughing at having startled her.
In another stall, she finds someone's drug stash hidden under the rim of the toilet bowl, and frowns as she turns it over in her hands, wondering whether to flush it, or whether that would end up getting her in trouble with whoever it belonged to. ]
iii. Meal room
[ She's managed to queue up early today, hoping for a shot at the better selection of food. When she's nearly at the head of the line, however, a rather burly inmate sees that she's about to get the last of the good stuff - and that she's rather small and unintimidating. Without further ado he storms up and grabs Abigail by the scruff of the neck, dumping her unceremoniously on the ground and taking her spot in the queue. ]
iv. Recreation area - Closed to Rook
[ She's slowly walking circuits of the running track when she sees Rook, and saunters over to him, offering a small smile. She doesn't spend too much time outside, but it makes a change, and that's as much as she can ask for here. ]
Hey, how's it going?
What: A day in the life of a new prisoner
Where: Around Obsidian
When: July 23rd
i. Common room
[ Abigail hasn't taken to coming in here often, but this afternoon it was relatively quiet, so she ventures in, sitting in a corner with her back to the wall. She glances up at the television for a while, in relative disinterest, before something else catches her eye - a ragged page from an old magazine. Through the stains and scribbles on the paper, someone's left her a half-finished crossword. She lights up a little - this will the time for now, at least. ]
Five across: Hillary's challenge as first lady: to do nothing (7).
[ She frowns a little, then quirks an eyebrow up at whoever's nearby, in case they want to have a go at the answer. ]
ii. Bathrooms
[ It would be just her luck to be assigned janitorial duty. At least it's something to keep her occupied, even if it's pretty grim work. She tries to finish up quickly, though she's worried she'll be reprimanded for not being thorough.
She jumps out of her skin when someone bangs on the door, but before she can scurry out to let them use the facilities they're already off down the corridor, laughing at having startled her.
In another stall, she finds someone's drug stash hidden under the rim of the toilet bowl, and frowns as she turns it over in her hands, wondering whether to flush it, or whether that would end up getting her in trouble with whoever it belonged to. ]
iii. Meal room
[ She's managed to queue up early today, hoping for a shot at the better selection of food. When she's nearly at the head of the line, however, a rather burly inmate sees that she's about to get the last of the good stuff - and that she's rather small and unintimidating. Without further ado he storms up and grabs Abigail by the scruff of the neck, dumping her unceremoniously on the ground and taking her spot in the queue. ]
iv. Recreation area - Closed to Rook
[ She's slowly walking circuits of the running track when she sees Rook, and saunters over to him, offering a small smile. She doesn't spend too much time outside, but it makes a change, and that's as much as she can ask for here. ]
Hey, how's it going?
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That's the same way Al Capone got caught, so you're in good company.
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[Yes, he knows all about that. But Al Capone was better still at evading detection.]
I'm afraid Al Capone was far more careful. His sentence was only eleven years, after all, as tax evasion was the only concrete evidence they had against him.
[He almost sounds bitter, though. His light-hearted tone gradually becomes more bitter, his eyes narrower, and the chewing of his food far more deliberate.
But then again, if he had only been sentenced to a few years, it still would have ruined his life. His victims and their remains likely would still have been found while he was locked up. His torture chambers would have been unearthed. Perhaps that's the trouble with working alone and not having legions of followers to cover your tracks.
If only he could have gotten his hands on that accountant and given him just punishment.]
But I suppose it doesn't matter, as he died shortly after his release. I hope to live far longer.
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Far longer, even though it'll all be spent in here?
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[He won't admit it, not even to himself, but death is horrifying. Perhaps it's why he eagerly tortured so many to death - to conquer it.]
I'm used to this place, after all. Not that I enjoy being here, but there are certainly worse things.
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[ She can't think of many, but death would certainly top the list. It wasn't the thought of not existing for Abigail so much as it being the ultimate display of what little power she had being taken away from her. ]
How long did it take you to get used to this place?
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But he pauses and contemplates Abigail's question. His eyes look up and to the side as he chews his food in the side of his mouth.]
Well... I suppose I'm never fully used to it.
But... To get where I am now, it took me around a year.
[So many times thrown in SHU during his first year, at least, until he learned how to skirt the rules just enough.]
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Could be a lot worse, I guess.
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But he doesn't show it. Instead he nods as he swallows his food, before adding:]
It won't take as long for you. You're young and will adapt easier. Time moves far slower for the young as well.
[Though that last part he may have added to make her feel worse about it.]
no subject
Her expression tightens a little, frowning at that last comment. ]
Yeah, I've heard that before. So even if it's quicker for me, it'll still feel like a slog. Great.
no subject
It won't all be bad, my dear.
[He shrugs. Prison could indeed be worse, but compared to the lifestyle he had before, it isn't a luxurious cakewalk.]
Make the right connections, and you could do... very well.
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[ Because there's a lot of people in here claiming to be big shots. ]
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Since they're not in the same block, AM can't have as much of an influence over her as he would like. But... he knows who is in her block.]
Well, have you met Randall Flagg? I believe he's in your block.