[Open Prison Post]

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

Who: Anyone in the prisons/guarding the prisons/visiting the prisons/ aka YOU!
What: Open Prison Post
When: Any time from November 15th-December 14th
Where: Dungeons underneath Cair Paradisa
Rating: N/A, subject to change depending on whatever transpires

Leaves are still managing to find their way into the basement and crunch underfoot as the guards change shifts, or flutter their way in through the bars.

[[ooc: This is the second mass prison post. Prisoners/Guards/Visitors/Curious busybodies, feel free to tag in!AGain, this is meant as CR potential for those not free to roam the castle, and establish the Peace Patrol's function as a functioning police body. Sections will go up shortly, but feel free to add your own! Tag around/threadjack/etc; have fun and go wild!

Note: Consider all visitors are checked in and out and weapons left with a guard at the door!]]

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GUARDS

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

[Gossip over the water cooler, poke about at stale donuts, grumble about problem prisoners, this is your break time!]

PRISONERS

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

[Whine, scratch your days in the wall, wax poetic about the hardships of hard time, do whatever you can to make it hell on everyone around you or try to pretend the world doesn't exist anymore, it's up to you!]

Joshua Christopher

[fastest.livejournal.com]

[ Joshua is in a different cell now. Recently the Doctor had fashioned a cell for him similar to the one Legato was in at the exact opposite end of the long hall, with the other prisoners separating them.

His cell is blindingly white inside, with soft walls, a tiny bathroom and shower room attached, and a thick layer of bulletproof glass along with Stark's lasers separates him from any visitors in the hallway. The door is solid, with a keypad for the guards to use to bring him his meals.

Truthfully, he doesn't look well. His fits have increased in intensity, despite the point of the room being to shut out all 'noise', and he hasn't been eating all of his meals. The horns keep appearing during fits and sticking around, the veins stretching out along his jaw and neck practically pulsating from the stress.

And like that, he just sits on his bed, staring at a stack of a small book collection with blank eyes. ]

VISITORS

[inmylight-comdr.livejournal.com]

[Because even the accused need a little love!]

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's waltzin' on in? This guy!

Hank pauses for a moment to get a gander at the place before moving on, maybe giving any guards a friendly little wave as he passes.]

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Yeaaaaah late, but let's do this. You are being watched Hank, as you wander down the hall. Seems you've pinged someone's obsession with bifurcation with your... suit and your... face]

[He wonders what this guy is here for, but stays just an observer for the moment]

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

[Hank pays this person no mind at first, but after a quick double take, Hank suddenly realizes he's seen this person before.

He stops to get a better look, squinting slightly.]

Haven't I sen you on the news somewhere?

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Squints back... with the one eye that can anyway, letting his gaze fall on the symbol on Hank's chest]

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

I thought so. Two-Face, correct?

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Lets his eyes wander up to meet Hank's]

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles, kind of sardonically.]

Blow up a city of 7 million and people still don't know you. Ah well.

Hank Henshaw, but some call me Cyborg-Superman.

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[It wasn't Gotham so he don't care!!! Well maybe Harvey cares. Two-Face really really doesn't though, and he just quirks an eyebrow at that]

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

I prefer Hank. 'Cyborg-Superman' is a bit of a mouthful.

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Grins his terrible little grin]

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

Oh, no real reason, although I figured I'd check up on a friend or two. [Maybe scoping the place out...]

Besides, I haven't been down here before.

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[......friends? Eyebrow quirk forever]

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

Hardly. After a while, looking out the same old window to the same old thing grows stale.

Any new places to explore are welcome.

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Gives him a sort of wry smile. You're telling him, dude. Stale? No kidding!!]

[Vague gesture around his cell]

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

I could see why after being down here for... how long now?

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[He... doesn't actually know. So he makes a show of trying to count on his figures, before glancing at his visitor again]

[Cause the date is always useful, grounding information when you haven't see the sun since your trial]

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

Right now, it's currently [Insert day here].

[sonsofzeus.livejournal.com]

[He visibly relaxes at that. Odd how little things like that have become a blessing to him...]

[Shrugs after a second]

[cheerupemoborg.livejournal.com]

I figured someone like you would have gotten used to being behind bars.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Well, guess what? Someone's here for a visit. Hope that Meta is ready for it. And he's brought some food this time.]

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He's been resting easier, with the heavy sedation and the fact that Carolina's voice hasn't haunted him over hte journals since her arrival. He's in a small crest of lucidity when Washington enters, and turns his head a fraction and cracks his eye to look at him. There's a low growl, but it's soft and without meaning other then basic acknowledgement.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Hello, Meta. How are you feeling today?

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[Another growl, a little longer, a little louder. He's definitely somewhat stronger since Wash put him on fluids. He shifts so he's sitting up, rubbing his head a little. His head's still bruised from his faceplant with the bars, and he's being gingerly with his legs.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[He nods. Looking better.] Brought you some food. Feeling up to eating something?

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He glances over at Wash and huffs. He was still being stubborn, so he wasn't going to grumble anything that sounded like yes, but he had to admit; whatever Wash brought smelled good, and he was hungry for something substantial.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

You're hungry, aren't you?

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He looks at Wash, expression blank. He's not going to admit it.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

You won't admit it, will you?

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He lets out a low growl and looks away. Figure it out on your own, asshole.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Hold on, I'll be in in a minute. [Getting the door opened and bringing the food in.] Sorry I left so much time between visits. We had a new arrival from home.

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He tenses at that, knowing exactly who Washington is referring to and feeling all those urges boiling to the surface, clenching his fists and snarling.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

I'm about as unhappy about it as you are. She predates the AIs. She expects me to still be the idiot I was around the Sarcophagus mission.

She was bossing me around almost immediately.

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[Food doesn't really matter now, Wash going on about AIs and Carolina and Maine pushes unsteadily off the bed to try and tower over him, despite the pain in his legs.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Meta, calm down and sit down. You can't do anything weakened from injuries with poor nutrition. You need to eat.

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He stands there, slightly wavering, for a few more obstinate moments, but then his strength gives in and he sits back heavily on the bed with a low groan. He looks away, just breathing, quietly existing while internally he riled and wailed about AIs, and then glanced back as Wash with a resigned grunt, what you got?]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Looks like Wash wished up some nice fast food instead of cooking. Burgers and fries enough for both of them, even with how much of an appetite as he expects from Maine.] Better than the usual rations, right?

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He tries to look disinterested, but yes. BGetter then usual rations. Much better then fluids.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

You're hungry. Good to see.

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He grunts and hunches in on himself. Getting him to admit he's hungry and getting him to eat are two distinctly different things, and he doesn't plan on breaking fast so easily.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Here. [Washington holds out a burger.] Eat.

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He looks at the burger and looks up at Washington, and his dilemma is clear on his face. Fuck your burger, but damn he's hungry.]

[dontpatr0nizeme]

Please. Just eat something.

[wearethemeta.livejournal.com]

[He finally gives a low grumble, and grabs the burger, and although he certainly doesn't look happy about it, his first bite is rather large and ravenous.]