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Spector 59

*It's an awful withdrawal, helped only for the fact that he's both in pain and suffering from some kind of blessed numbness. His wrench has likely been confiscated, a fact he would be less than happy about were he in the right mind- or at least, right in his usual sense than from what he currently is*

Gone....gone, gone, gone....

*Why yes, he's finally been thrown into a prison cell, but perhaps that fact hasn't quite settled into his head as he's wedged himself in a corner, arms wrapped around himself as he rocks back and forth, back and forth. His muttering's already set the guards on edge, like as they're just waiting for him to snap*


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Jul. 29th, 2011 03:07 am (UTC)
[Looks like someone has found a way into the prison, because here's Cybil, standing in front of Graham's cell]
Jul. 29th, 2011 03:18 am (UTC)
*He doesn't say anything by way of greeting, he doesn't even seem to notice he's got a visitor*
Jul. 29th, 2011 03:19 am (UTC)
[She knows he's probably not feeling like himself, so she steps a little closer, kneeling down by the bars]

Graham. I brought you something.
Jul. 29th, 2011 04:50 pm (UTC)
*That's his name, he's sure he heard it just then. Slowly he raises his head, glancing over at the bars, and more importantly, the blond woman on the other side of them*
Jul. 30th, 2011 12:13 am (UTC)
[She tries to make eye contact with him, looking concerned]

Are you holding up all right in here?
Jul. 30th, 2011 06:04 am (UTC)
*Focus. That's a good sign. He's actually seeing her and not looking past her*


                  ...where's... here...

*He looks around the small confines that make up his cell, the cold, blank walls and the bars that make up the last divider. His eyes widen*
Jul. 30th, 2011 03:57 pm (UTC)
You're in jail. Did they beat you badly?

[She watches him look around, worried that he might have a head injury]
Jul. 31st, 2011 05:17 am (UTC)
*Jail. That word seems to seal it, as if simply saying it brings everything into focus. Graham starts to chuckle, a nervous, unhinged laugh of one who can't quite believe his current situation- or doesn't want to*

...jail, hah...? Heh...heheh... Finally got me in'ere after all this time...

*Oh, he'd probably gotten smacked in the back of the head, and everywhere else, but despite the twinges his laughter sets through his body, it doesn't seem to bother him- or it just hasn't registered. Or maybe he just doesn't care anymore*
Jul. 31st, 2011 05:55 am (UTC)
Yeah, I guess they did.

[She looks at him again]

Listen, I brought you some food. Are you hungry?
Jul. 31st, 2011 06:11 am (UTC)
*He lets himself sag back against the wall with a slight wince, and if he could melt into the corner to better fit into it he probably would have. A long sigh drags past his lips*

Food, what's food. They'll keep me in here forever so food don't matter. Ain't no point to it, ain't gettin' out, ain't goin' nowhere, ain't nothing to be done....
Jul. 31st, 2011 04:14 pm (UTC)
[She shakes her head firmly]

No sir. You aren't giving up.

[And shoves some food through the bars]
Aug. 1st, 2011 06:36 am (UTC)
*Graham lifts his head at the sound, looking at the food blankly before he tilts his head to peer at Cybil past that curtain of blond hair*

No...? Oh, I dunno about that. I sounded pretty convinced that I was.

She's gone, ain't she? Third time it's happened, first it's been real, fifth for me total. It ain't ever been fun..... ...this place keeps taking, an' takin' an takin'....

Aug. 1st, 2011 01:35 pm (UTC)
Yeah, she is gone.

[Cybil might not be the best at saying comforting things...]

But she'd be pissed off at you if she saw you sitting around here sulking, I gotta say. Yeah, you're sad, and you should be. It sucks. But you gotta get out of here. She wouldn't want you in here.
Aug. 1st, 2011 08:48 pm (UTC)
*He chuckles at that as he lowers his head again*

She would, wouldn't she. She'd say it too, if she were here. But she ain't here, an' who knows if she's comin' back? They don't always come back, but maybe that's better. Better if none of us were here, but it ain't workin' that way for us.

...I am sad. It's been sad, a very sad, sad time in an even sadder place... Sad more so because there ain't no light to look to. An' bein' in here don't help it, but they finally did it and here I am...
Aug. 1st, 2011 11:46 pm (UTC)
You're not going to be stuck in here forever. I can help get together some money to get you bailed out. They might be keeping your friend in here for awhile, though...
Aug. 2nd, 2011 03:21 am (UTC)
Ha ha!! The legal way.... Well I guess I never considered how things'd go about if I ever did end up in jail-- 'course I never thought Boss Ladd would end up in jail either an' I still don't know how that's goin'.

*That unhinged laughter again, but it dies away as he lets those other words sink in*

-huh? Who...?
Aug. 2nd, 2011 03:22 am (UTC)
We'll get you out of here. This obviously isn't the place for you.

[Because it seems to be making him go insane. Although that also might be because his girlfriend is gone]

Chev, the guy you were rampaging with. They messed him up pretty bad. Don't think he's regained consciousness yet.
Aug. 2nd, 2011 03:50 am (UTC)
*-Go- insane? Admittedly he had to be a little off his rocker even before he was thrown in prison. Current circumstances had not helped much*

Aw no, not Chev...! *The broken pieces from however many days ago are slowly being gathered back into more of a complete picture* ....still alive though? He's tough. Sure he broke more guards than I did...
Aug. 2nd, 2011 03:53 am (UTC)
He's alive, and I think he'll stay that way, but he's got a lot of broken bones. From what I heard, he killed quite a few of them. That's probably why they treated him so roughly.

[She shakes her head]

That's about all I know. But you really should try and eat something. We don't want you wasting away in here before we bail you out!
Aug. 2nd, 2011 04:08 am (UTC)
Ain't surprised.... *He chuckles dryly, leaning his head against the grimy wall*

...... Well...guess I'd hate'ta disappoint anyone with that. Bein' disappointed is the worst feeling in the world. *He forces a smirk* ...and I think there's been enough disappointment goin' around lately, don't you?
Aug. 2nd, 2011 04:32 am (UTC)
It is the worst feeling. And I can't imagine how you're feeling right now. But the quicker you get outta that place, the quicker you can do something about it.
Aug. 2nd, 2011 05:13 am (UTC)
*He crawls over closer towards the bars, hooking the food stuffs with a finger to pull closer to him. Okay, so maybe he is a little hungry*

Quicker would be easier but they took that option away. *His other hand twitches, opening and closing on the air in vain as though hoping by magic his favored tool would appear there. He sighs, taking a nibble of whatever Cybil's been kind enough to bring for him*

....ain't usually on this end of things....
Aug. 2nd, 2011 03:21 pm (UTC)
I know. And honestly, I'm kinda surprised they put you in jail when they haven't before.
Aug. 3rd, 2011 04:36 am (UTC)
*He shrugs, chewing thoughtfully*

Probably because Chev an' I were dealin' some heavy damage. Who knows.
Aug. 3rd, 2011 01:22 pm (UTC)
[She nods]


[And then looks around her quickly]

I can't stay too long, they'll get suspicious. But I'll come back to bail you outta here.
Aug. 3rd, 2011 08:56 pm (UTC)
Don't wait too long, I can tell it'll get boring around here pretty fast.
Aug. 4th, 2011 12:13 am (UTC)
[She nods]

Okay. I should get going. But I will see you later.
Aug. 4th, 2011 03:10 am (UTC)
*He nods, leaning back again*

....thanks, Cybs.
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