#scripted: poe

poe was battered and bruised, laying on floor of his small holding cell that was surprisingly very clean and very bright -- he guessed that, of all the things, the bad guys we’re pretty good as keeping things looking neat and sanitized. but, it also creeped him out. it felt cold and that all events that took place would never matter because no mark would be allowed to stay behind to signify it happened in the first place. he honestly would have been comforted if there were scuffs and dirt and maybe some blood left behind by someone else just so he would know that he would be leaving something behind if they decided they didn’t need him anymore. and, considering how often he was falling in and out of consciousness, they didn’t much care about his health. he looked up at the one guard standing in his room, keeping a quiet and steady watch. it amazed him how brainwashed they could be -- how they could appear so inhuman? still, he always tried to talk to them to see if they would react. though, one could argue he more taunted them than spoke. “hey -- yeah, you. the only one in the room,” he said, voice breathless. “if i could stand right now, you would be toast right now, buddy. just one of you here? they don’t really care if you live or die. why work for them? the pay honestly can’t be that good. i can’t say the resistance is eating like a king, but at least we don’t make you wear a dumb outfit. this could be you chance -- you know, get out of here? you and me, what do you say? you could do it. you look like someone who knows their way around here. i would introduce you to leia herself for you brave effort. she’d be so grateful -- she misses me, i know she does. please, don’t leave me like this. you know what they do to people like me.”

“well, it’s not like you can go anywhere so you may as well check it out,” poe said as he patted the side of the plane he claimed as his own. he didn’t necessarily live in it like some of the other’s did, but he did try to recreate the interior of his own ship back home. was it functional? no. but, aesthetically is gave him a sense of home. he led the way inside, pointing out a few things here and there. “pretty cool, right? yeah, you can tell how much of a great pilot i am since i can almost recreate my ship inside one of these barrels of metal,” he playfully boasted. “obviously, it isn’t as big as my ship. but, i have some other big things to compensate for that,” he teased, throwing a wink in the other’s direction.