Detention, Depths of the Castle, Monday

[bigdamnprisoner.livejournal.com]

Morning had broken in Fandom, and another day in detention was about to begin, the same as every other day.

For the moment, things were as quiet as they probably ever got, while everyone was still resting on their cots, women on one side of the magical black cloth barrier, men on the other. Soon, those who had managed to sleep would be woken by the ever-cheerful voice of Dolores Umbridge coming from the loudspeakers, ordering them to rise. The barrier would disappear, and whatever bland, tasteless substance they were calling breakfast today would appear instead. After that, those in detention were free to do whatever they wanted ... if they could find anything to do that didn't break one of the island's rules, or that could be done while trapped away from everyone else.

But really, the days of those in detention weren't that slow. Soon enough, visiting hours would start, and there wouldn't be nearly as much boredom then.

[OCD is up, have at it!]

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Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/23]

[noroselessthorn.livejournal.com]

"My head," she whispered, feeling relief that someone understood her pain -- even if she wished she could take that pain away from others. "My heart. Until I was put in here, I never worried about having to reach it. It was just always there and always part of my soul."

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/23]

[pinnedherwings.livejournal.com]

"So now it's like an arm's missing," Rinoa said, squeezing Cassidy's hand, hard. "Except the arm's still alive and out there and it hurts and it misses you. It wants to come back and it itches."

She flushed. "Mine ... mine was new, but ... I can't remember what I was without it. It's who I am now."

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/23]

[noroselessthorn.livejournal.com]

Cassidy nodded quickly, squeezing back just as hard. "Oh yes. Yes, exactly like that." There were tears of relief in her eyes from the simple fact that someone else understood. "It's wrong that you have been forced to feel without it. It was given to you because it belonged with you."


[[OOC: Heading home and will ping when I get there. :D]]

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/23]

[pinnedherwings.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Rinoa said, firmly. "Yes. It's mine. It's my own. It's part of me. I am a Sorceress. I can't be anything else."

Even here, in this detention center, down in a pit of sadness and despair, she was a Sorceress. Even without her magic, she was a Sorceress.

Maybe she had always been a Sorceress, even before she had her powers.

Re: Chat With Your Fellow Prisoners [07/23]

[noroselessthorn.livejournal.com]

"You are and even if they block you from your source, you are still a Sorceress and they can't take that from you. They can take so much, but they can't take that."