She's gonna think I'm a spy. You are a spy. Not against… Okay, fine. But if you're gonna say it, you have to really do it. You mean… I mean put on that breathing mask, Officer.
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The smell throughout Stillwater was really living up to its name. You could especially tell the locals from the Wardens based on who had the easiest time breathing.
"Broken plumming!" Wardens unnecessarily shouted down the halls. Nice way to say shit everywhere. "Doubling up levels three and four. That means you'll be getting cellmates until situation repaired. No fighting unless you want your sentences extended."
For only the third time since she'd been incarcerated, Vi's cell door slid open, and for the first time, someone else was thrown in. Actually, kicked it: a boot square in the back. He failed to impress at catching himself, though he shot a fair enough glare as the door slid closed. And Vi was left with a stranger.
Male-presenting, coloring various shades of brown, not much taller than her and no broader, but the wiriness was deceptive. She could see from the relationship of his arms to his sides: his limbs didn't dangle, there was strength and deliberation.
for Vi
You are a spy.
Not against… Okay, fine. But if you're gonna say it, you have to really do it.
You mean…
I mean put on that breathing mask, Officer.
The smell throughout Stillwater was really living up to its name. You could especially tell the locals from the Wardens based on who had the easiest time breathing.
"Broken plumming!" Wardens unnecessarily shouted down the halls. Nice way to say shit everywhere. "Doubling up levels three and four. That means you'll be getting cellmates until situation repaired. No fighting unless you want your sentences extended."
For only the third time since she'd been incarcerated, Vi's cell door slid open, and for the first time, someone else was thrown in. Actually, kicked it: a boot square in the back. He failed to impress at catching himself, though he shot a fair enough glare as the door slid closed. And Vi was left with a stranger.
Male-presenting, coloring various shades of brown, not much taller than her and no broader, but the wiriness was deceptive. She could see from the relationship of his arms to his sides: his limbs didn't dangle, there was strength and deliberation.
He pushed himself upright and looked at her.