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It wasn’t often you found a man of the cloth - dressed in full collar even - smoking a cigarette while leaning against the support beam of a gazebo. Rhett had always found himself one to exceed expectations, however.
As Rhett saw someone approach, he made no move to appear more saintly, merely raising his eyebrows slightly and taking a drag before calling,
“Penny for your thoughts?” Holding the penny cigarette out like a peace offering. “No penance required.”
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There was no DEMOTION, no words of exchange or encouragement. His uniform was placed back in his hands with RESTRICTIONS-- leniency no longer available, his own leash only a few meters at most, keeping a minimalistic radius. Bruises still remained across his body, and though the cuts themselves were closed, scabbing and turning into bad memories of a simplistically avoidable mistake, he felt nothing better than the relief of not having to start OVER. The brunette took his cup of coffee in his hands, forehead pressed against the wall, eyes closed to block out the chaos playing rampant extravagances in his mind. Laughter was PREVALENT-- it filtered into Dante’s stratosphere, his fingers tapping the body of his drink, “If you thought I didn’t have patience before, it’s only about to get worse.” The guard’s eyes snapped open, his head releasing from the drywall as he turned to face his offender.
“No, no - you aren’t listening to me!” The staff never seemed to listen, not very well at least. Chris was irritated and wasn’t going to take whatever medication they were trying to give him - a sedative, most likely, to settle him down and stop him from pacing up and down the hallway in front of the nurses station. “I’m not taking these.” He threw the pill cup back through the window of the nurses station before walking back down the hallway with his arms crossed over his chest, plopping down on the couch in the common area with a huff and a pout. “Fucking bullshit, absolute bullshit.”
ashton walked with purpose down the main hall way. he was back at it after a couple of weeks vacation. and of course he came back to the aftermath of a traumatic event for the patients. the show must go on and there were people to listen to and treat. the therapist was a formidable force and patients often were intimidated by him in the lower levels which is why he treated the most depraved of the lot in the red level but if someone sought him out, and was interesting enough to become one of his little guinea pigs he’d take them in. “i’m going to need you to just stop while you’re ahead.” oh, and he also doubled as a punisher - his methods were unique and effective. “if you’ve been sent to me it was for a reason. so what happened? because you’re not on my appointment list.”
Frances had sat herself down in front of the television, remote in hand as she flipped through the channels trying to find Hallmark. Little by little, with the help of staff members, she’d started to gain bits and pieces of her memory. It wasn’t much, but something was better than nothing. With a cigarette perched between her lips, the woman looked over at the person nearest her. “Do you happen to have a light, by any chance?”
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‘Relax, we’re just eating. You should be happy we’re even out of that cell. It’s about time, don’t you think?’
Elijah pulled his hood up over his head and kept his eyes down. “There are just so many-” He glanced around the cafeteria and swallowed. For the last six years of his life, he’d been in this place. Stuck in these halls but it was better this way. So much better. At least in here he couldn’t hurt anyone else. Well, they couldn’t hurt anyone else. The news papers called him a hellhound when they started finding bodies. It took everyone so damn long to track him down because Lucifer was that good. Cops didn’t want to call him a Serial killer because he had no pattern. No motive other than to kill for the sake of killing. Hell they thought it was an animal at first, not a man, but they never guessed a demon. The king of hell.
‘-people. I know. Doesn’t matter. We aren’t a person. They can’t hurt us, we hurt them.’
“I don’t wanna hurt them.” Eli mumbled as he looked across the table at his counter part. An exact replica of himself. Physically anyways. Lucifer was bored. He could tell just by the look on his face. He wanted control but Elijah wasn’t willing to hand it over just yet. Even if he was ready to lose it. For the past six months he’d been in solitary. The only person he’d seen for half a year, other than Lucifer, was a nurse. She came in once a week to take his health check and then left. Food, water, clothing, medication was all delivered through a slot in the door.
‘After all this time, I really thought you may get a little less boring, Elijah. Now why don’t you run along and let me take care of us.’
Pushing his fork into his mouth, Eli shook his head. Though his heart rate jumped up when he felt someone sit down next to him. Lucifer was looking but he kept his eyes down. Scared of what he might see. Scared of what he might do if he let go of his control. Control that often went when stress came. Emotions pushed forwards and Eli fell backwards. He was still, rigid like a plank of wood as whoever was next to him, settled in.
Ari had been out of solitary for approximately three hours. She’d been to lunch in the dining hall, to a therapy session, and a sit-down meeting with her doctor. They had her placed with two staff members, heavily guarded, to make sure she was going to reenter the general population without any problems. It had been months since she’d been out of solitary, so she was happy to be out and about even if the guards were up her ass. She was tired, but she was on the hunt, now, to find Dexter. Upon crossing someone in the hallway, she halted and turned to catch them before they got too far. “Excuse me! Can you help me?” She asked, walking back down the hall to stand closer to them. “I’m looking for my boyfriend - blond, cute, different colored eyes?”
Samuel considered himself to be bright, and quite gifted when it came to foreseeing possible outcomes to his endeavours, but he could honestly cross his heart and hope to die and say that this scenario hadn’t crossed his mind. Being deemed unsafe and sent away from his home town where the rest of his family were situated, as if he was some kind of animal unable to control himself. As if he was some spineless coward who would intentionally hurt his family, his own flesh and blood, over a small disagreement. If you ever saw him you’d never think he was the sort of person who would ever be escorted away with one officer on each side. What he had gone through, this series of unfortunate events was something that probably no one could have seen coming.
The best thing he could do now, he figured, was to show everyone that he wasn’t a nutcase like the rest of the lot they stored in this place, and thus be let out as soon as possible. They would realise that they had severely misjudged him and he would be back in San Fransisco in no time. He would apologise to his mother for ruining Christmas to make her feel better, but also make sure that she knew in which ways she during this incident had wronged him, of course.
“I’m telling you: I’m not supposed to be here.”
