Post by Linda Star on Apr 9, 2012 5:25:37 GMT
Linda Sat in her cell, Trying to forget about the constant chills going up and down her skin. The metal of her cell made her weak, and constantly Irritable. Well, the irritation wasn't really the metal's fault. She was naturally like that.
Linda looked down at her Plaid "Patient" clothes. She looked like a cross between a prisoner and a hospital patient in these.... if you could call them clothes. She would go naked, But refused to give that guards that pleasure.
The cell was Scratched into many pictures. One wall looked like it was a photo of a city, with out the color. She had asked for paints and a brush, but Ever since she stabbed a guard with a spoon in the eye, She didn't get much. The other looked like a giant fluffy cat sleeping. , even the likeness of every hair their. The one with the door looked like a snake, The door being the mouth of the snake, and the across the snake one was one that showed a burning rose. Symbolic, isn't it?
Linda heard they key hole turn as a turic walked in, carring a tray of food. He was wearing and eye patch. Linda smiled, seeing the tray put down on the floor as he walked out, his hand on his gun the whole time. She didn't bother to try and hit him. They never brought the keys in, or anything but a tranc gun. Annoying. When he left, locking the door again, She closed her eyes, glad for the carpet between her and the cursed metal below her. If she had to sit or touch that 24/7, she would go nuts.
Linda looked down at her Plaid "Patient" clothes. She looked like a cross between a prisoner and a hospital patient in these.... if you could call them clothes. She would go naked, But refused to give that guards that pleasure.
The cell was Scratched into many pictures. One wall looked like it was a photo of a city, with out the color. She had asked for paints and a brush, but Ever since she stabbed a guard with a spoon in the eye, She didn't get much. The other looked like a giant fluffy cat sleeping. , even the likeness of every hair their. The one with the door looked like a snake, The door being the mouth of the snake, and the across the snake one was one that showed a burning rose. Symbolic, isn't it?
Linda heard they key hole turn as a turic walked in, carring a tray of food. He was wearing and eye patch. Linda smiled, seeing the tray put down on the floor as he walked out, his hand on his gun the whole time. She didn't bother to try and hit him. They never brought the keys in, or anything but a tranc gun. Annoying. When he left, locking the door again, She closed her eyes, glad for the carpet between her and the cursed metal below her. If she had to sit or touch that 24/7, she would go nuts.