Fate and Fortune

[Jacky]

Characters;
Ans - Jack
Dazza - Crystal


~Somewhere in a Chinese Prison~

Time is a complicated thing. It's the only thing that is forever certain. Time comes and time goes; time passes whether you want it or not. Seconds, minutes, hours and decades, they are beyond human controll. For ages mankind has tried to measure time, keeping track of the seconds that slip through their fingers. But what if you find yourself trapped? Trapped forever? Trapped in time...?

I had lost track of time long ago. I lost track of who I am, or how I got here, and why as well. I didn't see any sunrise, I didn't know when it was dawn or when it was night, and I couldn't tell for how long I had lived within the darkness. I had lost who I once was..

What is a man to do, who doesn't know himself? What can one do when darkness is all you have? I waited. I slept, I waited, I tried to hold on to the last bits of my remaining memory and I waited forever. Within the darkest corner of the cell I sat crouched for days, sometimes mumbling to myself. Language - my own language that no other here could understand - was one of the few things that remained with me. I waited day in and day out, for a chance to see the sun again.

Safe for my presence, the cell I am in is empty. There used to be others, but they disappeared one before another. I fought them before they left - fought them for my spot in the corner, for my life, or out of pure frustration. I could talk to none of them and so none of them could tell me who I was or how I got here. None of them. My only compagnion was the darkness for more than a year, which seemed forever in my mind.

Until this day. When I hear the lock click I shift even closer to the wall, nervously awaiting of what they want from me this time. But there's nothing. Not the shouting of the guards ('Jack!'), not the shuffling of feet. Only a soft thud, and then another click. I keep staring at the wall for another while, before I dare to take a peek at what's going on. There's a figure in the cell - petite, blonde, female. I watch her from my spot in the corner, not saying anything. I just press my side against the wall firmer. I don't trust. I never trust.

[Jacksblackpearl]

(yo keep to the code you pirate Sumarry in the intro-thread bitte ? )

[Daz]

I listen to the silence outside, not daring to look around the place I have been left in... I dont need to.
I know that each alien face i see will have the same features.. the same eyes.. skin.. hair. Its hard to tell apart these people. The only thing that makes them any different from one another is their past.. and their reason for being in such a place.
My story isnt very exciting at all. Its all a mistake.. but still, im sure there are much more petty issues for being in here.
Ive been travelling across this country for months now. Ive lost track of how far I am from home. Whatever 'home' may be.. They caught a small group of us on a passing sea vessel just off the coastline. Of course we couldnt tell them that we were peaceful and of no danger to their country.. and after that... there was nothing put fustration. Noone speaks english here. Noone listens to reason. They just look at you.. and their slit eyes glare down at how different you are. Thats all they seem to need to prosecute me with.
I dont know what happened to the rest of my crew friends... All i can really be sure of is that Im probably the ony one still alive. But for how much longer?
Death seems such a blissful thing now.

[Jacky]

I hold my breath, remaining silent as a mouse in that dark corner, as I watch my new cellmate. It's a girl.. which is weird. There are never girls in here. But what strikes me even more is the fact that she doesn't look like them other. Not one bit. Her blonde hair betrays a more western origin, and eventhough we look nothing alike I feel as if I'm glancing into a mirror for a moment. She's not one of them.

Still I dare not make my presence known. Aye, she might've come to a shock to me, but a year of mental and physic torment made me wary to the bone. I'm not letting my guards down. My gaze remains on her warily, as if estimating, calculating her thoughts.

[Daz]

As I sit here in my thoughts I can feel a pair of eyes upon me. And its not just another glare from the guards, its much closer than that.
I divert my eyes from the bars and towards the man at the other side of the cell. I have to regather myself for a moment as he dosnt look anything like i would expect to see around here. My hopes suddenly rise.. maybe he can help me. Maybe he speaks my language aswell as theirs... and can explain to them.
No. Thats pretty silly.. he may look a little less asian, but he sure dosnt seem very british. His tanned skin and dark eyes.. dark hair... seems more forgien to me.
I could try... but.
No.
I should stop thinking.
It is not a good idea to start talking to.. or even approach a man in a jail cell of all places.

Why is he looking at me?
Maybe its because he's thinking exactly the same thing... or maybe because.... he is a man in a jail cell?

[Jacky]

I didn't show any change at all when our gazes met. I just kept looking at her, my thoughts a mystery, my movements so few that I didn't seem to move at all. My eyes are glassy, lacking the fierce fire that they once held. And they show not a single hint of emotion at the sight of another person nearby. Nothing. I seem as cold and motionless as stone as I sit there - as if this long time of captivity made me a statue of the man I used to be.

Suddenly a rat darts through the cell and my eyes dart over to it instantly, a first sign that I'm actually still alive. The rat sneaks through the bars of the cell and then cowards up the ceiling. I growl, no longer realizing that I have any company. These rats.. I'll kill 'em all when I have a chance. They walk in and out with all the freedom in the world. While I have...

...nothing.

[Daz]

I hold my knees a little closer against me when he suddenly moves.. My eyes dart out of the cell, pleading the bars to disappear.
All I can hope is as long as I dont give him a reason to hurt me.. he wont. I'll just keep out of his way...

My thoughts are interupted by a guard who stops infront our 'door'. He looks down at me like every other man does around here... and regretibly(sp?) my eyes meet his. He gives a short snap of words that I'll never understand and repeats them when i dont respond.
Soon enough his colligue(..oh boy, spelling today ) joins him. He starts yelling at me too.
"... I..." I start.. but by this time they are opening the cell and dragging me out.

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When I open my eyes Im back in the cell. With that man that never seems to move.
I reach for my head and stare at my hand as I move it back. Its driping with blood. Everywhere aches. More than usual. Im so focused on that fact I dont come to realise Im actually laying on the dirty ground.

[Ans]

By the time she returns my gaze is fixed on one of the bricks in the wall, and I don't take a single glance at her when she's thrown back into the cell. I know what it'll look like. I know what it'll feel like. I know how they can crack you and break your mind apart, like they did to me.

Hours pass like this. The girl seems to have found a place somewhere in the cell and I'm still staring at the wall. My limps are aching and burning from sitting like this for so long, but I ignore them as long as I can. I've grown accustomed to the pain.. it's become a secret friend in the darkness, a reminder of the fact that I'm still alive.. the only reminder.

The thing that finally breaks this eerie silence and time of motionlessness is another guard. He descend from the stairs with a bag in his hand, and when he stops in front of the cell he throws one loaf of old bread into the dirty soil. He also puts a jar of water down, so hard that some of it spills over the edge. I cringe. That water is far too valuable to be spilled. '

When the guards leaves again without saying anything, I take a quick glance towards the girl - thinking she's my enemy now. I got used to fighting for my food.

[Daz]

I ignore the bread as its thrown in.. and the water.
I long for it but I dont want to anger that man. I hide behind my now blood-stained golden hair and hold my knees close to me once again..
My eyes close as I wait for him to just take it all for himself. I dont cgive a damn if I starve..

[Jacky]

When she doesn't move, I quickly grab the food and water and take it all for myself. Without saying anything I start eating, which causes my stomach to clench and turn painfully. I'm not used to a lot of food and they gave more now (for the girl).