Shallow breathing broke the near quiet of a Solitary cell block. It’s occupant paced the malodorous cell as he contemplated his current predicament. Familiar as he was to the inner workings of the System, he’d been unable to sleep. Not since he last spoke with his Unit Supervisor. He’d been under the impression that his involvement in a fight earlier that day was the topic they would discuss. Instead, the Supervisor imparted some news upon the young prisoner: he would be transferred to a new cell block come morning.
This was hardly anything to be rattled by. He’d made it through juvie and traversed his first few months in prison remarkably well. Hell, he’d even kept his composure when told of his imminent transfer to the infamous Oswald State. That being the worst news a criminal could receive. He stopped mid stride as a buzzer sounded, indicating the solitary cell door was soon to be opened.
Quickly, the prisoner threw himself down upon his cot, hands clasped in a lowered steeple. He didn’t want to give the guard any reason to use force against him. Only his bouncing leg revealed his unease. Fluorescent light flooded the small room. A prison guard of middle age barely peered inside. He simply stood in the doorway, blocking access to the corridor.
“Move it Brigs.” He ordered. As commanded, the prisoner stood fluidly and faced the guard, forearms outstretched. As he was fashioned with cuffs, the prisoner offered a terse grin.
“Elliott works fine, too.”
Elliott was ushered hastily to the Emerald City cell block. Once behind its gates, he was surprised to see the other occupants being released of their bonds. Elliott stood in stunned silence, awaiting his cell assignment. so he too, could be rid of his cuffs.
This was hardly anything to be rattled by. He’d made it through juvie and traversed his first few months in prison remarkably well. Hell, he’d even kept his composure when told of his imminent transfer to the infamous Oswald State. That being the worst news a criminal could receive. He stopped mid stride as a buzzer sounded, indicating the solitary cell door was soon to be opened.
Quickly, the prisoner threw himself down upon his cot, hands clasped in a lowered steeple. He didn’t want to give the guard any reason to use force against him. Only his bouncing leg revealed his unease. Fluorescent light flooded the small room. A prison guard of middle age barely peered inside. He simply stood in the doorway, blocking access to the corridor.
“Move it Brigs.” He ordered. As commanded, the prisoner stood fluidly and faced the guard, forearms outstretched. As he was fashioned with cuffs, the prisoner offered a terse grin.
“Elliott works fine, too.”
Elliott was ushered hastily to the Emerald City cell block. Once behind its gates, he was surprised to see the other occupants being released of their bonds. Elliott stood in stunned silence, awaiting his cell assignment. so he too, could be rid of his cuffs.
I'm making some final adjustments. The OOC should be live before the day is up.)