05-27-2018, 12:48 AM
Angel laid there humming a tune to herself. She was starting to see why people didn’t like prison, it was boring, especially when your put by yourself in a cell.
As she was thinking about making sure she will never get into a jail again, or at least make sure to bring a book with her next time, an uproar of prisoners distracted her. Looking up she saw a set of shaggy black hair, and despite the owner uncharacteristically sad mood, she recognised it in an instant.
Hours had passed since the male was put in the cell block next to her. During that time she had been waiting for the guards to leave so she could start her plan.
Knocking on the side of the cell she tried to get her neighbours attention. “Koal, is that you?”
…
No answer.
Did they not hear or were they ignoring her. “I said koal, is that you?”
“...How do you know my name?” His voice sounded defeated and dull, almost as if he had been crying recently. That wasn’t like him.
“I’m a friend, what’s got you so bummed?”
“...I don’t know you. And to be honest, I don’t really care to at the moment. Now leave me alone, please.” His voice seemed to sink lower as he spoke, almost to the point she was sure he was crying again.
“Look.” She took a more authoritarian tone for the moment as she explain herself. “I want to help you, so just tell me what's wrong.”
“Oh. So I suppose that makes it okay, then? You want to joe what’s wrong? My scars hurt, I have a blaster wound in my chest, and my best friend was just murdered because of me. How’s that for what’s wrong?!”
“But… you were a loner…” Angel didn’t understand, when did he have a best friend? She had read all the books… how could she not remember this? And did she just say that out loud?
“...Yeah. I was...whatever. Who are you and why the hell do you know me?” His voice snapped into a sharp and rugged tone, one that she recognized as his normal attitude.
“Angel. Angel Fisher.” She sat down on the floor realising how long this was take, leaning back onto the wall. “And what type of excuse do you want to here? I too tired to make a half-assed one out if the shock of the question. Though by now J should probably come to expect it.”
“How about the excuse that makes sense, hm?” Angel could hear the sarcasm in his voice, but decided to ignore it.
“Believe me, nothing in this place makes sense.”
Koal’s laughter was bitter yet sincere.
“Yeah. That probably the most sane thing I’ve heard yet. Well, I’m Koal, as you somehow already know. What do you want? I’m afraid that if you want to kill me or hurt me, there’s a line. Take a number and I’ll be with you shortly.”
Angel sighed a breath of relief. “Now why would I want to do that for? I assume you would look a lot less handsome dead.”
“That’s the natural assumption anyway. Alright, if you don’t want me dead or wishing I was... what do you want?”
“Like I said, to help you.”
“I’m listening...”
As she was thinking about making sure she will never get into a jail again, or at least make sure to bring a book with her next time, an uproar of prisoners distracted her. Looking up she saw a set of shaggy black hair, and despite the owner uncharacteristically sad mood, she recognised it in an instant.
Hours had passed since the male was put in the cell block next to her. During that time she had been waiting for the guards to leave so she could start her plan.
Knocking on the side of the cell she tried to get her neighbours attention. “Koal, is that you?”
…
No answer.
Did they not hear or were they ignoring her. “I said koal, is that you?”
“...How do you know my name?” His voice sounded defeated and dull, almost as if he had been crying recently. That wasn’t like him.
“I’m a friend, what’s got you so bummed?”
“...I don’t know you. And to be honest, I don’t really care to at the moment. Now leave me alone, please.” His voice seemed to sink lower as he spoke, almost to the point she was sure he was crying again.
“Look.” She took a more authoritarian tone for the moment as she explain herself. “I want to help you, so just tell me what's wrong.”
“Oh. So I suppose that makes it okay, then? You want to joe what’s wrong? My scars hurt, I have a blaster wound in my chest, and my best friend was just murdered because of me. How’s that for what’s wrong?!”
“But… you were a loner…” Angel didn’t understand, when did he have a best friend? She had read all the books… how could she not remember this? And did she just say that out loud?
“...Yeah. I was...whatever. Who are you and why the hell do you know me?” His voice snapped into a sharp and rugged tone, one that she recognized as his normal attitude.
“Angel. Angel Fisher.” She sat down on the floor realising how long this was take, leaning back onto the wall. “And what type of excuse do you want to here? I too tired to make a half-assed one out if the shock of the question. Though by now J should probably come to expect it.”
“How about the excuse that makes sense, hm?” Angel could hear the sarcasm in his voice, but decided to ignore it.
“Believe me, nothing in this place makes sense.”
Koal’s laughter was bitter yet sincere.
“Yeah. That probably the most sane thing I’ve heard yet. Well, I’m Koal, as you somehow already know. What do you want? I’m afraid that if you want to kill me or hurt me, there’s a line. Take a number and I’ll be with you shortly.”
Angel sighed a breath of relief. “Now why would I want to do that for? I assume you would look a lot less handsome dead.”
“That’s the natural assumption anyway. Alright, if you don’t want me dead or wishing I was... what do you want?”
“Like I said, to help you.”
“I’m listening...”
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