|
|
Post by Sam on Jan 20, 2007 14:27:27 GMT -5
Shared by Quinn Allman and Sonny Moore. Divided down the middle with bars.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sam on Jan 21, 2007 9:15:15 GMT -5
Quinn: Opening his eyes slowly, he realizes that he is right where he had been for the last month, not in the land of Oz like his dream had been telling him. He groans a little as he rollls over, wanting to just go back to sleep. Breakfast probably isn't for another few hours, and Quinn feels hungrier than he'd ever felt before. He figures that maybe, just maybe, if he could get to sleep again, he would wake up right on time for something to eat.
|
|
|
|
Post by Erin on Jan 21, 2007 9:32:44 GMT -5
Sonny: He has been awake for what seemed like an eternity before Quinn awoke as well. He turns his head to peer between the divider at his cell-mate. He never exactly talked to him before. Maybe just a simple "Hey" or "have a good night". Sonny positioned himself up on one elbow, and wiped his eyes with his other free hand.
The room was cold, like always, and Sonny just wants to be back home. The place where he felt comfortable. But this place iss far from that. He stretches, wondering if his older sister even misses him.
'What am I thinking about? Of course she misses me' Sonny thinks, swinging his legs over the side of his bed.
His muscles ache like hell. He never felt so much tension in his shoulders and bones before in his life. The cot is made with thorns and boulders in Sonny's mind and he hates the disgusting smell of the blanket that he has to cuddle into every night.
He can't hear anybody else awake so he wonders if it's early or late.
"Good morning." Sonny mumbles, running his hand through his hair. He looks at Quinn, wondering if he is even awake.
Sonny never felt so alone in a building full of people.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sam on Jan 21, 2007 9:56:45 GMT -5
Quinn: He hears his cell-mate speak, and his eyes open once again. Sonny's only been there for a few days, and Quinn has never had much interaction or conversation with him.
"'Morning." He yawns, rolling back over and entangling himself even more in his sheet. But at this point, he doesn't care. He just lies on his stomach and looks through the bars at the other man. Well, if you could call him a man. He looks like he's fifteen in Quinn's mind. Stretching his arms out, he begins to wonder what he could do today to get the guards to let him go into Frank's cell. He was there yesterday for almost an hour, and he's positive it's not going to be as easy to get in there today. Laying his head on his outstretched arms, he sighs. He wishes he wasn't so stupid, and that he and his lover weren't caught by the damn Police. That way they'd probably be just waking up at Quinn's apartment right now, instead of cold and without each other.
|
|
|
|
Post by Erin on Jan 21, 2007 10:31:06 GMT -5
Sonny: He laughs a little at his cell-mates position. Seeing him all tangled up amuses Sonny but he quickly stops when he notices Quinn's flat expression.
"Wonder when they'll come to get us for breakfa-" Sonny was cut off by a guard walking down the corridor. He eyes him expectantly as the guard continues to walk past their cell.
Letting out a sigh after the guard is out of sight, he puts his head in his hands and stays there for a while, stomach growling and pleading to be fed.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sam on Jan 21, 2007 10:36:25 GMT -5
Quinn: Not even looking up as the guard passes, he tries to pry his mind from thinking about his boyfriend. It's not working out very well, though, because all he can see is Frank's smiling face, and it just makes him feel lonely.
"I think they forgot we fucking exist." Quinn states bluntly, lifiting up his head and looking over at Sonny. "I think I'm gonna have a seizure that's how hungry I am." He looks away from his cell-mate, out through the bars and into the corridor where the guards frequently patrol. He wonders when breakfast is going to be, because after breakfast the inmates usually get to go outside for a little while, weather depending. Quinn can't see outside from his cell, so he just hopes it's not raining.
|
|
|
|
Post by Erin on Jan 21, 2007 10:45:25 GMT -5
Sonny: He laughs a bit again at his cell-mate. He think he's hilarious.
"I know. He just passed us without even looking in." Sonny replies, lifting his head from his hands. He jumps off the cot and paces towards the bars looking out at the corridor. Peering out, he sees another guard coming back up the corridor.
"...This place isn't going to get any better, is it?" He mumbles to Quinn, as he scuffs his feet off the ground. He didn't know exactly what the rules were, or who everyone else was, or ANYTHING about the place he was staying at. He didn't know about the showers, the strict "be quiet" rule. Nothing.
|
|
|
|
Post by Sam on Jan 21, 2007 10:53:02 GMT -5
Quinn: "I don't fuckin' think so." He states, rolling over into his back and looking up at the ceiling. It's grey and dirty looking, so he makes a face and brushes a piece of his blonde hair out of his eyes. "I have a theory that they're pacing around like that, waiting for one of us to make noise so they'll have an excuse to beat the shit out of us." Quinn grins and looks over at Sonny. He's only been here for a month, but from day one he's always noticed the way the guards tended to give looks. Scowls that tell you how awful and fucked up you are. But he doesn't pay any attention to them, because the guards don't mean any more to him than the dirt under his fingernails.
|
|
