![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
011 ✫ Voice and Spam
Dec. 20th, 2012 12:05 amBackdated to December 16th
[Warden filter]
Ladd Russo's back in Zero, and I'm gonna suggest y'all leave him there. He decided rippin' into Omar Little sounded like a world of fun. We got him in the infirmary, I don't reckon he'll be feelin' too great for a while.
[Infirmary spam]
[The bandages don't stick on Mal's wrists. Underneath them the lacerations from the ropes itch and he idly runs his fingers over them, dull nails scratching at the cloth. His injuries had been nowhere near the level of Omar's, but he hadn't come out of the ordeal untouched. His wounds are cleaned, stitches in, a cup of water grasped in his somewhat unsteady hand, and he's trying not to look at the man he's spent the last few days with.
It isn't right an inmate's lying over there like so much meat while Mal's got the injuries of a boy after roughhousing. Not when Mal's the one who was supposed to stop the whole thing. Really ought to have played out different.
For a long time he'd refused to sit – it was the type of stunt Simon would've lost his patience over – and he'd eventually been forced down onto the examination table where he still remains. No one's given him the go-ahead to leave yet, as much as he's dying to get down to the mess hall. He's had nothing but water for three days (but at least now he's got the option of gnawing on his nails).]
[Warden filter]
Ladd Russo's back in Zero, and I'm gonna suggest y'all leave him there. He decided rippin' into Omar Little sounded like a world of fun. We got him in the infirmary, I don't reckon he'll be feelin' too great for a while.
[Infirmary spam]
[The bandages don't stick on Mal's wrists. Underneath them the lacerations from the ropes itch and he idly runs his fingers over them, dull nails scratching at the cloth. His injuries had been nowhere near the level of Omar's, but he hadn't come out of the ordeal untouched. His wounds are cleaned, stitches in, a cup of water grasped in his somewhat unsteady hand, and he's trying not to look at the man he's spent the last few days with.
It isn't right an inmate's lying over there like so much meat while Mal's got the injuries of a boy after roughhousing. Not when Mal's the one who was supposed to stop the whole thing. Really ought to have played out different.
For a long time he'd refused to sit – it was the type of stunt Simon would've lost his patience over – and he'd eventually been forced down onto the examination table where he still remains. No one's given him the go-ahead to leave yet, as much as he's dying to get down to the mess hall. He's had nothing but water for three days (but at least now he's got the option of gnawing on his nails).]
