forum Prison Roleplay// (OPEN)// (17/20)

Started October 25, 2018 by @EmptyNebula group

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Morrigan paused, genuinely intrigued by this answer. “I guess..”, she said slowly, mulling it over. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I would much rather be out there than in here, even if it mean living out in the streets.”

Zanna let out a sharp laugh, “I can agree to that. I’m Zanna,” she offered a hand to the girl.

Morrigan stared at the hand for a full three seconds, before hesitantly holding out her own, wincing when she realized how bruised and scarred it looked next to Zanna’s. “Morgan. I mean—“ Not sure what she was doing, she corrected the lie. “It’s Morrigan to you. To anyone else it’s Morgan.”

Zanna gave her a grin, “Nice to meet you Morrigan Morgan.” She moved to take her hand away and found that the hand remained. She looked down at her arm and sighed with a quiet laugh before moving to grab the unattached prosthetic, “Sorry. Didn’t realize it was that loose on me.”

Morrigan felt neither surprise or revulsion. She’d felt that it was a prosthetic when they’d touched. Lips twisting into a crooked smile, she let loose the first laugh she’d let last her lips in over two months. “My friend.. she would’ve been fascinated by it. Anything prosthetic, anything medical whatsoever, she went beserk.”

Zanna laughed along with her reattaching the limb. She thought about her old gang, god she really did miss’em, “I know someone like that too. I came back missing an arm and she took it as some challenge from fate. I can’t even start to describe what happened next.”

(C i c a d a and J a m e s and the g a n g)

Morrigan laughed again, but cut herself off, hating how wrong her voice sounded, hating how weird she was when happy. “They sound like a great friend.”

(Y e s. T h e y m y m a i n c r e w g u r l.)

Zanna sighed nostalgically. She nodded slightly. Being joyful wasn’t part of her persona here, “They really were. Mind if I ask why’re here?”

(t h e y a r e a w e s o m e)

Morrigan tensed up on the inside, but hung up a careful expression of shy nonchalance on her face. “Stealing. You?”, she lied only partly.

(T h a n k y o u. Y o u r s a r e t o o.)

Zanna thought for a second, “Probably was put in since I already had a bad rep with the police, being a gang leader and all. But those fuckers locked me up on the charge of stealing candy. It wasn’t even good candy!”

(T h a n k s)
(Meanwhile, me to myself: why aren’t you sleeping it’s past midnight and you have a test tomorrow
Myself to me: bc role playing)

Morrigan almost grinned. “I was.. something of a gang leader too. And sorry about the- the candy thing. That’s really—“ she had never been good with words “sucky.” Here, she winced. “I’m not good with words sorry.”

(Me: you gotta go to sleep
Myself: fInE

Night guys!)

(But like same though. Lol)

Zanna chuckled slightly, “No I get you. Words are hard sometimes. I agree the candy thing sucked, but hey. At least they didn’t catch me killing some corrupt soul.”

Lol)

Morrigan’s insides churned. Definitely not what I was about to do when they caught me. Still, she nodded, social battery failing again. “How- how long have you been here?”

“Ehh, I think I’m going on my second or third year now,” Zanna responded. She could tell Morrigan was getting uncomfortable.

Fiona continued to stand by the doorway and watch everyone that was in the mess hall, she was tempted to go talk to Liam but decided against it and instead just continued to watch everyone.

“Ehh, I think I’m going on my second or third year now,” Zanna responded. She could tell Morrigan was getting uncomfortable.

Morrigan’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh. It’s only— it’s only my fourth week.” She has to consciously keep her hands from clenching and unclenching and fidgeting, not wanting to come off as over anxious.

Zanna gave her a side smile, “Well depending on your sentence, I hope you don’t feel absolutely miserable. It gets better.”

Morrigan nodded. It’s not like I’m going to just sit around and rot for 32 years. I’m getting the hell out of here. “What’s your sentence?” This was the most she’d spoken since she’d arrived.

“Ten years,” Zana responded before she sighed and her voice sounded humored yet down trodden, “They maxed out my sentence so they could get evidence together for a proper trial against me. So far they’re trying me for burglary, drug trafficking, weapon assualt, and a couple homocides.”

Morrigan almost smiled wryly. Try three murders, not to mention all the times they didn’t trace one back to me, thievery, weapon assault, and Fea’s grave robbing. It was so strange, how much she could change. When she was talking, she was withdrawn, uncertain. Out in the streets… she was stoic. Almost ruthless. She was a much more different girl that she’d been a year ago. “Good for you for… thriving.

Zanna's eyes had a certain twinkle to them. She laughed, "Well thanks. I knew I was in here for the long run, and last I checked they couldn't find evidence for any of the charges. So I may do my ten years and be out of here. Get back on the streets, and do what I do."

Morrigan nodded. “That’s what I’d do.” If I wasn’t going to break out. And anyways, it’s not as if she’d have anywhere safe to go. That was what scared her the most. If they let her out, her father would find her.

(Can a prisoner refuse to speak to someone who’s come to visit them,)

Taki walked into the mess hall lazily dragging his feet reading his book. Taki was still dressed in his maintenance clothes, he was too lazy to take them off. He glanced over at Fiona and waved casually. Taki plopped down at the end of Zanna and Morrigan's table. The lunch room was full and this was the emptiest table available. Taki ate Frito pie while reading.