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Vaughn was relieved when he was able to get out of the cell. He left and walked down the hall, keeping his head lowered as he did so. He eventually made it to the cafeteria, just getting a bottle of water. He slid into a sear at an empty table, his knee bouncing as he opened the water bottle.
Christian waved goodbye to Maya and wandering the halls of the prison, trying to find someway to ease his boredom. He decided to head on down to the mess hall for lunch. After he served himself, he took a seat at a table in the center of the room.
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When Maya entered the cafeteria, she saw Chris sitting at a table by himself and decided to join him. "Hey,"
Morrigan sat alone at a table, keeping her head down while she ate. She was buzzing with anticipation for visitation day. She couldn’t wait to see her friends, couldn’t wait to get out.
Finn walks over to a table with one person sitting alone, keeping his head up and back straight. He sits calmly and looks at the girl with her head down.
Morrigan immediately tended up when the inmate sat down next to her, was it… Ferris? Finn? She kept her eyes on her meal, praying he just left her alone. Macha, Badb, Macha, Badb… she chanted it like a mantra, clinging onto the names like a lifeline.
Fiona continued to eat, watching everyone and humming quietly to herself.
He giggles quietly to himself, he may be gentlemanly but he loved to mess with people, and he noticed how ridged she had become, “hello, I’m Finn, your name is what?” He asks, sticking out his hand
Fiona finished eating and put her tray away, she walked out of the mess hall and started slowly walking back to her cell, not knowing what to do.
Marrin walks out of her cell happily, one side wanted food the other hated it. Come on! I like this food! No. The voices argued in her head.
Fiona hummed to herself and started daydreaming, not seeing the person in front of her.
He giggles quietly to himself, he may be gentlemanly but he loved to mess with people, and he noticed how ridged she had become, “hello, I’m Finn, your name is what?” He asks, sticking out his hand
Morrigan's eyes flicked to his extended hand, but she didn't return the favour. "Morgan.", she lied, figuring that it was best to evade the entire truth. Returning her attention to her meal, she did her best to seem relaxed. God I wish Macha and Badb were here. She couldn't stop thinking about them, either of them, it had become an obsession in the three weeks she'd been cooped up in her cell. This would be her first visiting day, her first time seeing either of them in almost a month, and it was killing her.
(hey I'm sorry I'm later than usual. I had a really long day at work. I know I said I was going to create a google doc today but I need some me-time. I might feel refreshed enough to do it in a few hours, but please forgive me if I don't get on for the rest of today. I really love this RP group and plan on sticking around, i just need to shut off for the rest of the day.)
(thats ok @M1ss_San! You do you!)
Morrigan's eyes flicked to his extended hand, but she didn't return the favour. "Morgan.", she lied, figuring that it was best to evade the entire truth. Returning her attention to her meal, she did her best to seem relaxed. God I wish Macha and Badb were here. She couldn't stop thinking about them, either of them, it had become an obsession in the three weeks she'd been cooped up in her cell. This would be her first visiting day, her first time seeing either of them in almost a month, and it was killing her.
“Ah…that’s a nice name, Morgan” He repeats, while setting his hand down on the table, “What’re you in for Morgan?” he practically purrs, rolling the r in her name
(no problem at all, @M1ss_San , get as much me-time as you need :)
Morrigan refrained from growling when she heard him purr the syllables of her name. "Thievery." A half truth. She went with it, not asking him the same question. Beginning to eat faster, she kept her eyes glued to the plate, black hair falling in front of her face.
“Thievery of..?” He leans across the table, knowing he was bothering her greatly
Morrigan drew back and put as much space between them as possible. "Anything I needed.", she muttered, wishing he would leave her alone.
Fiona continued to walk down the halls, she walked down to her cell, then back to the mess hall, Humming to herself as she did.
"Intriguing," he says, "I assume I'm Not bothering you..Am I?"
Morrigan grunted in response, shrugging. If she was being honest, she was torn. She hadn't actually spoken out loud since her capture, to anyone. On the other hand, she hated talking to strangers, especially ones who purred out her name.
"Not very talkative are you?" He asks, looking less condescending and more confused
Zanna shrugged and started making her way to the mess hall. The bell had rung which meant it was time for lunch. She gave the stranger a relaxed wave, "I'm sure we'll meet again sometime. I'm getting a little a peckish."
Morrigan raised her head for the first time, looking him straight in the eye. Even this simple gesture made her stomach turn, eye contact had always frightened her. "You wouldn't be either if you were in my situation." She did not elaborate, only shoved down the memories that threatened to surface and lowered her head again.
He laughs slightly, “sweetheart, we’re both in the same situation, we’re in jail for Christ’s sakes!”
When Maya entered the cafeteria, she saw Chris sitting at a table by himself and decided to join him. "Hey,"
Chris smiled at the sight of her and scooted over. “Hey, I see you’re back. How were those snacks you stole?”
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"I didn't steal them. I actually did work a while ago and I have some money from my theft on my account but they don't need to know that." She opened her pack of skittles and poured some in her hand. "You want some?"
He paused. “Any yellow ones left? I only eat the yellow ones.” He pushed away his lunch tray full of half eaten prison food. “The purple ones are the worst, but even those are better then my ‘lunch.’”
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"There are a few." She said while pouring them onto a napkin and separating them with the tip of an unused spoon. Even though they were in a prison, she still cared for cleanliness. "Here you go." She pushed the napkin towards him and let him get the six yellow ones that were there.
He laughs slightly, “sweetheart, we’re both in the same situation, we’re in jail for Christ’s sakes!”
Morrigan snorted a laugh. “Don’t call me sweetheart. And no, this isn’t the same situation, wise*ss.” The course flew out of her mouth before she could stop it.
