august mingle;

[thecommissary]

This is the general mingle log for August. Feel free to post open top levels for: new arrivals, job duties, general hanging out in common spaces, bonding with your block, and anything else you can think of. There will not be a catch all for the event, so you can put event starters here or in their own separate log!

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Squalo

[sharktrash]

-- 01.

[ Despite being here a few months, Squalo had done a piss poor job at finding friends so far. To be fair, he wasn't really trying in the first place; despite everything he was still coming to terms to what happened to him and that he'd likely never walk free again, so he mostly wanted to be left alone. And he was pretty damn good at looking like he wanted to be left alone, which in addition to some of the rumors circling around did seem to keep most other inmates at bay. ]

[ Well, most. ]

[ He's looking a little more approachable today. He hasn't gotten assigned to any duties -- maybe it's for the best that he doesn't get his hands on any tools at all -- and mostly spends time lounging in his bunk, alone in his cell for now. It seems he's wandered out finally, maybe taking a while to finish his food at the canteen, chilling in the yard or half-heartedly flipping worn out magazines in the library. ]

[ He doesn't even look threatening when he spots you looking at him. At this point he's used to his hair attracting attention. ]

What?


-- 02.

[ Welcome to Palermo. ]

[ Or a twisted, mirrorhouse, flooded version of Palermo, anyway. ]

[ The city sounds and life always seem just a little bit of reach, and trying to listen to any conversations, even if knowing the language, will reveal it to be incomprehensible. The streets are strangely empty, with a sense of foreboding looming heavy. The ocean and the warehouse are always within reach, however. Take a walk in a strange blue tunnel, or try to repair one of those motorbike engines laying around. There might be some beers in the fridge and some guns tucked in unexpected areas. It almost feels homey, at least until you wander upon that blood-stained carpet or the garland of corpse parts strung up in the attic. ]

[ Squalo can be found in any part of the domain, though he looks very out of sorts. Actually, you've probably never seen him scared, and now he is. He wanders aimlessly just to stay moving and keeps trying to reach the people or the busy streets, but as soon as he's within reach it all seems to turn into decorations or seemingly move further away like a sliding scale. ]

[ He's not taking it well. ]


-- 03.

[ Well, he's utterly freaked out by the weird dream he had last night... and yes, you guessed right, he's refusing to sleep. It's all fun and games the first day or two, but going on, he looks fucking awful. There's bags under his eyes, he keeps bumping into things when walking and nearly faceplants into his breakfast, clearly exhausted. ]

[ He's a lot more bothered by the fact that he's clearly going to pass out soon regardless of his willpower, though. At some point you might find him sitting on his bunk, rocking back and forth and staring in front of himself. He'll likely snap at a moment's notice if approached or addressed, but maybe you can talk some sense into him. ]


-- 04.

[ open to anything else too! hit me up or check out my plotting posts c: ]

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[shinra_dog]

"You look like shit."

At some point, Reno had come to sit on the bunk across from Squalo's. It wasn't his bunk, but it hadn't stopped him. He leaned over, elbows on his knees, as he watched Squalo with a curious frown.

"You know, keepin' people awake for an extended time is a method of torture. Makes 'em start to lose their grip on reality an' shit. I've never seen someone do it to themselves before."

[sharktrash]

"Fuck off," Squalo returns the greeting in kind, though he sounds just a bit too tired for it to have proper venom. He doesn't have a cellmate -- not yet, anyway -- and even if he did he wouldn't exactly jump in to defend their property. He still scowls when the other man invites himself to sit down, though. Clearly, Squalo's not looking threatening enough lately. Well, this is probably why.

He examines Reno hair to shoes with a look of indignant superiority, as if he were some sort of a potentially troublesome pest. Unfortunately, he makes a good point, and Squalo scoffs harder.

"I'm not losing my grip," he growls, definitely louder than most people with a grip on things would. "You lookin' for a fight?!"

[shinra_dog]

One eyebrow rose with a skeptical expression. "Right. Uh-huh. That's why you're in here by yerself, rocking back an' forth, staring at the wall. You're the pinnacle of sanity."

Reno shook his head. "Could you even stand upright long enough to hit me?"

[sharktrash]

When he puts it like that, it does sound bad. Worse than Squalo was ever willing to let anyone see him at, but then, when he'd resigned to spend the rest of his life behind bars, nobody had mentioned creepy cosmic entities and recurring nightmares were part of the deal.

And yes, despite all the murders, he's slept like a righteous baby more often than not until now.

He uncurls from himself, slamming his hands down on the mattress and turning to swing his feet out on the floor in one fluid motion, ready to get up in an instant.

"You wanna find out?"

[shinra_dog]

Murder is surprisingly easy to sleep after, once you get used to it.

Reno looked at Squalo skeptically, then shrugged and stood. "Sure, why not? I got nothin' else to do." He rolled his shoulders and watched for the moment the other man would attempt to stand, preparing to just give him a shove back down again.

[sharktrash]

Squalo motherfucking Superbi never backed down from a fight, so naturally, the response Reno gets is a twitchy grin. No amount of rules and punishments were going to dissuade him from his one remaining source of entertainment, not to mention that right now he feels hella shitty and it's an excellent opportunity to take it out on someone else.

He knows he's in a disadvantageous position at the moment, so rather than stand outright, he slips off the bunk downward, throwing a leg out in an attempt to swipe the other man's feet from under him. He's still considerably fast, though definitely slowed down by his lack of sleep and general tethering on the edge.

[shinra_dog]

Reno's eyebrows rose and he barely had enough time to jump up onto the bunk he'd just been sitting on. He could still feel the breeze ever so slightly against his ankles from the sheer force and speed of Squalo's kick.

The prison jumpsuit really did nothing to accentuate his calves. A shame, really.

For a moment, he just stared at Squalo, slumped halfway on the floor, with stunned awe. Then Reno began to laugh -- no, fully cackle with glee.

"Okay, okay," he conceded, waving his hands with a huge grin. "Don't hafta stand up -- man, that's clever as fuck, I can't even be mad, yo!"