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“Ahhh, there we go, you’re a feisty one!” He smiles, “so, do tell, what’s so different about your situation?”
“Ahhh, there we go, you’re a feisty one!” He smiles, “so, do tell, what’s so different about your situation?”
Fiona got back to the mess hall and sighed, she leaned against the wall and watched everyone that was having a conversation, trying to find someone to talk to.
“Ahhh, there we go, you’re a feisty one!” He smiles, “so, do tell, what’s so different about your situation?”
“Don’t call me that.”, she practically spat. “And it’s not your business.” Again, she kept her gaze trained on the table, her meal finished.
He huffs, “you’re not very fun, you know that Morgan?” he chuckles to himself, “you might as well try to make friends with us friendly ones…because you’re gonna be here a long while”
"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 glad took the napkin and popped a couple into his mouth. Trying to think of a a conversation starter, he said “So what’s your prison review? It think mines 2/5 stars. Horrible food, weirdly preppy guards, and some pretty scary people, but surprisingly comfortable beds and leisure time. Oh, I forgot about ‘school.’ Not that I take it seriously anyway.”
I wouldn’t count on it., Morrigan thought to herself. “Why do you keep emphasizing my name?” I’ll be out of this hellhole soon enough.
“Because my dear Morgan, it isn’t your real name now is it?” He raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow
“And why not?” She took a deep breath. “Don’t call me sweetheart. Don’t call me dear. Don’t call me anything other than Morgan.” It reminds me too much of him. Of his hands in my body, violating me. She pushed the thought away.
“I’ve heard it before, isn’t it longer? Well, no matter, as a gentleman, I’ll comply with your wishes” He scoots back and sets both his perfectly smooth hands on the table
Gentleman Morrigan almost snorted in disbelief. “My full name is Morgana. People call me Morgan.”, she lied again, smoothly and effortlessly.
“Beautiful name, I might even prefer it over Morgan” he flashes a smile
Morrigan had to refrain from shuddering. Flexing her bruised and scarred hands, she just shrugged uncomfortably by way of answer. Badb, Macha, Fea, David…
“Well swe-…Morgan, I’ll finally leave you alone.” He stands, “yes pleasure meeting me, I know” he walks away from the table and towards the exit to the cafeteria
Morrigan relaxed her whole body as soon as he left, finally allowing her hands to shake and her eyes to droop shut. Oh thank god. She felt a little bad for thinking it, Finn wasn’t a bad guy. She just hated social contact.
(okey got home from work I'm going to start working on that google doc.)
(oke!)
Fiona sighed and continued to watch everyone, she smiled as Finn walked towards the exit, which she was standing by, but she didn't say anything.
(Whoop! Whoop!)
(:D)
(Ah guys I think I'm gonna have to skip out on this rp because I'm really busy most of the time and can't seem to keep up with everything sorry)
(Okey dokey.)
Zanna walked into the cafeteria. She got her food and sat down next to a quiet new girl. She didn't try to make conversation, just eat.
hi
(hi, do you want to join?)
(Okay I finished it here is Story Tl;dr Version: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1hqIDNPa7io2Cul_L3OhM4MRAC2YWDZ7w/view?usp=sharing
Here is just the chat polished so you can see who is talking with who: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1vZLGUXjqlbKHzPvV9Uo5Z_pUVjXhUESn/view?usp=sharing
here are the Character Bios: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1mxmwsUkBC39fDTMG9jg10eWKKsh8siOn/view?usp=sharing
This is the Prison Schedule: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1pCu42oOySXQyWl1vY_nZM75X9U8WHa44/view?usp=sharing
If anyone feel like I'm missing something on the schedule or the Tl;dr please notify me immediately. Everything is open to change. It took me a real hot minute to polish the chat in the Story long version. I will try to keep everything updated including the Tl;dr at the end of each evening. I've been working on this since I got home. If anyone feels behind in the middle of chat just let me know and I will try to update you or send you to these links.
I'm going to stay in lunch for a little bit longer unless everyone feels ready for it to move on. I want to give some people chance to interact with lunch or leave interactions to prepare for the next event.
Something I also learned is your prisoner doesn't need a job or school.(Something I learned looking at schedules) If you'd rather them be on leisure instead you can file a notice of acquittal from your job/school. Inmates make most cash from work, but can receive money from family/friends. Or even make money taking jobs from gangs. What that is is up to you. (ie. drug dealing, contraband dealing, shankings, stealing, starting riots, whatever you think your prisoner would be doing for cash.))
That’s so helpful thanks!)
Zanna walked into the cafeteria. She got her food and sat down next to a quiet new girl. She didn't try to make conversation, just eat.
Is this Morrigan she’s next to? Also omg zannaaaaa)
(Yep! To both! I'm implying Morrigan. But yeah, I'm an awkward child :P)
(Alright thanks :)
Macha glanced sideways at the girl who had just sat down next to her, was it Zara? Zanna? She honestly didn’t remember, but she hasn’t felt this grateful that someone wasn’t trying to talk to her in ages.
Zanna felt the glance, literally felt it. Since being locked up here her already sharp instincts had increased significantly. She looked at the girl, "Got a problem?"
Morrigan struggled to meet her gaze unflinchingly, but succeeded in the end. “You sat down next to me. I looked to see who you were.”, she replied flatly, wishing they could go back to silence.
(Sorry my gal is so antisocial)
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