-8- [Voice]

[exercisethemind]

Who moved it? Who touched it? It was right there! I...What is going on?

[A long, slow, intake of breath.]

Someone has been in my room. ARTHUR...who has done it? Who has been there? What have you done? What kind of warden are you? Aren't you supposed to stop this kind of stuff?

[Another pause before the sound of a crash.]

[Private to Paddy]

I tried...

[ooc: No, nothing's been taken. Pollux just thinks it is and is having a minor paranoid flip out because he's stressed out, and hasn't been taking his medications.]]

Comments

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[That got his attention. He did not look at Brian, though.]

A star is a sun.

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[chuckles, smiling at that] Very good.

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

[Pollux gave him a confused sort of look.]

Why...would you compare them, then?

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

Do you ever find it odd that among these murderers and villains, we find ourselves equal? [he asks suddenly, strangely lucid about the whole ordeal for once]

Spaam

[son-ofzeus.livejournal.com]

I...don't know what you're talking about. [Bravely, he moved to sit on the couch.]

Spaam

[stardustmemorie.livejournal.com]

[smiles, turning to face Pollux]

This.. inmate scenario. Many of them have killed, or worse... What have we done, to rival that?