im stuck in folsom prison,

[pigsfeet]

Who: d. dixon (pigsfeet) & your highness (shri)
What: two fuckups twiddle their thumbs in the timeout corner
When: ?todayish?
Where: cetagandan prison
Warnings: sadness


He hates those goddamn stun guns. As he's being dragged through the compound's glittering corridors, that's all he can think. His mind is a mess, and he barely notices being tossed into a cold cell. Like the rest of the compound, it's glittering clean high-tech bullshit. Every surface is spotless and smooth. Daryl wonders who has to shine the floors every day. He's never caught anybody in the act.

For a time, Daryl lies there on the ground. He doesn't have the energy to move. He's not sure he wants to-- the shit he said back there, that's not something you come back from. It's not the fact of it so much as the success; that someone could move his mind so completely from his purpose... he doesn't want to think about it. He wants to close his eyes and rest.

He sees a familiar face edge into view. Merle stands over him, tsking out of the corner of his mouth like always. "You little fool."

Daryl limply attempts to swat him away. "Thought you was dead."

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[shri]

She's given strict instructions when they appear. Turn to the wall, press her hands against it. Where they can see them. Don't turn around until she's told too. She follows it all with a sigh - what is she going to do like this?

She can't even begrudge him much. It seems he was no traitor to her, done ... something, to get himself thrown in here. When she turns back around and finds him, laid up as bad as she was. What a pair they made. Creaking and aching and bundled up here together. No doubt, they might move him away from her soon. But for while he was here, now, she moves closer. "Not yet. Just like you promised I wouldn't."

Lakshmi dodges that hand as it bats at her, slow moving as it is. "You shouldn't have risked yourself so dearly."