Cellblock Tango Redux

[etcircenses]

The holding facilities have been modified since the last time the prisoners were held there. There are roughly twenty or so holding cells, ten on either side of a long hallway, facing across from one another. The cells themselves are rather spacious, but they've been divided into smaller sub-cells with a forcefield acting as a barrier. Up to four prisoners can be housed in one of these smaller cells.

Those who never made it out of the prison have been branded and are housed in these cells beginning on Friday night. They can verbally communicate with each other, but physical contact is restricted. And remember, your words and actions are under constant surveillance by Peacekeepers.

Those who escaped and were recaptured will be put into cells in this same cellblock. They will not be branded, but instead will be cuffed.

All characters will be occasionally removed from their individual cells and taken elsewhere for interrogation. Some will be injured. Others will not. There does not seem to be much rhyme or reason to who is physically punished and who is not.

The guards are even less friendly than they were before. Now they are armed to the teeth and there are even more of them. There are K9 units posted at either end of the hallway at all times. Privacy is a thing of the past, but at least it's not forever. Right? Right?

Comments

[revvinguptheharley]

"In that arena where the kid dropped a brick on your head!" She shot back. "And the pies I kept leaving outside your room."

Rolling on her side to turn her back to the room she muttered. "It's not like it only ever hurt people. I'm not a one trick pony. I'm not a monster. I'm just an obsessive girl who tries WAY too hard for people who keep hurting her."

[dividedgirlofmine]

"Oh," Susannah says, frowning. "You were the one who sent the sponsor gift? Donatello didn't tell me that." She ignores the issue of the pies, mostly because she'd told the teenage boys in D10 that they could have any pies Harley scattered in the week.

[revvinguptheharley]

She groaned but didn't move. "Damnit Donnie. Yes I sent you the gift. I've always tried my best for you and just because you weren't speaking to me didn't mean I was gonna stop loving you and trying to help you out."

[dividedgirlofmine]

"Oh," Susannah says again after a long moment. "Thank you. It came in handy while he was takin' care of me."

[revvinguptheharley]

"You're welcome." She shot back and finally...mercifully fell silent, still with her back to both of them apparently still feeling somewhat rejected.

The silence wouldn't last long however as she began to sing softly to herself.

"Oh, the Merry-Go-Round broke down
And we went round and round
Each time t'would miss, we'd steal a kiss
And the Merry-Go-Round went
"Um-pah-pah, um-pah-pah."

[dividedgirlofmine]

Susannah looks at Roland, shrugs, and then winces, because even shrugging hurts right now. This... was probably the best they'd get out of Harley, honestly.

[ka_sera_sera]

Roland meets Susannah's gaze and only sighs, grimaces, and sits back. It is going to be a long imprisonment.