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Post by Captain Brian Knauer on Dec 8, 2005 19:08:27 GMT -5
Inmate Ethan Strye sat at one of the lunch tables, picking boredly at his food. It seemed rather disgusting to him but all was well... Sighing to himself, he set his fork down and reached forwards to eat a lone grape that sat on his tray. He noticed that Captain Knauer stood not far off, watching him closely. This made the Inmate a bit uncomfortable but he continued to eat anyways.
He sat there, wondering what was to become of him. Pickpocket for most of his life, a bit of assault here and there, armed robbery... the usual crap that criminals did... It wasn't his fault his good for nothing parents up and died on him... it wasn't his fault that everyone treated him like an outcast. Shaking his head, he sighed softly and shifted his gaze up t'wards the ceiling.
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Judas
New Prisoner
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Post by Judas on Dec 20, 2005 18:08:41 GMT -5
[[I’ll just annoy you again, since you’re online]]
“I bet you don’t know this, but roofs are probably better at reliving stress than those random balloons stuffed with flour that you can buy for a dollar at craft stalls.” Judas said brightly “Actually, they have a very calming effect on most people – mind if I sit here?”
He motioned to the nearest seat and smiled before continuing his tirade on roofs. “The white ones are best; followed by mint green and pale yellow. Black’s not so good, it makes you wonder if there are anti-depressants in the building. I personally like the old steepled wooden roofs, because they have a nice warm texture to them, you know?”
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Post by Captain Brian Knauer on Dec 20, 2005 18:14:08 GMT -5
<Ah, it's no problem ^_^>
Attention was drawn to the new Inmate who took a seat beside him. Listening carefully to his words, he nodded slowly. "Yeah... I suppose..." he mumbled. He wasn't the one to be exactly social but this guy seemed to be rather nice. Unlike all of the others around this shithole.
"Name's Ethan Strye." His hand was extended as he sat there. He wondered what was going on in the mind of this convict.
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Judas
New Prisoner
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Post by Judas on Dec 20, 2005 18:21:01 GMT -5
“Judas Ashadar. Thanks.” He took the other man’s hand and shook it before sitting down and setting his tray on the table. He was still surprised with the stuff getting past food regulations. He was sure he’d found a pair of hairs, one dead slug, and what looked like a spider, collectively over the last few days. It wasn’t pleasant to find a slug in your wilting excuse for a salad; but at least it hadn’t been half a slug. That would have been a bad thing. A very bad thing, too. That would have needed a very long stare at the roof.
Judas prodded the shrunken aple-wanna-be and considered for a moment throwing at one of the people nearby. Maybe not; that captain guy was there again. Judas was sure he’d found something very blood-like on the man’s shirts last laundry load. Horrible man, Jude was sure.
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Post by Captain Brian Knauer on Dec 22, 2005 12:46:52 GMT -5
"What do you think of Knauer?" Ethan asked, looking at him. "I personally think he needs to take that nightstick of his and pull it out of his ass." Shaking his head, he took another bite of the putrid food, suppressing a shudder as he ate it. This was overly disgusting and he would prefer not to eat it.
He hadn't been here long at Allenville but long enough to make him sick of this friggin' place. He had had enough of it. "What did you do to get yourself in here?" he asked, looking up at Judas once more.
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