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Post by PirateOTC on Jun 7, 2009 20:25:47 GMT
John nodded and made it comfortable on the cot again and closed his eyes. there was silence between them for awhile.
"How long have you been sittin' here?"
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Post by Devyn on Jun 7, 2009 20:30:26 GMT
"We stay in our cells for a good portion of the day. You'll find that out."
Saint stretched his arms above his head, cracking his neck to the side, "We get out sooner or later for some fucked up kind of recess."
Fallon's heels clicked as she walked down the hall, following the four guards that were leading her to Blood's cell. She could hear the men leaning out of their cells and whistling at her-- whistles were the least of her worries, compared to the ones that just bluntly stated what they wanted to do with her.
She didn't know if she'd ever get used to working in a prison.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jun 7, 2009 20:39:28 GMT
"Don't worry Miss. They've just got big mouths, nothing else" he reassured her as they walked past the men calling out on her
John turned his attention towards the clicking sound of heels and he saw cops and a woman walking their way. He didn't know who that girl was, but he was sure she wasn't gonna go talk to him at least...?
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Post by Devyn on Jun 7, 2009 20:42:58 GMT
Fallon nodded, "Of course, I know that." She didn't want to come off as scared, but it's not like it wasn't uncomfortable to have them yelling the nasty stuff to her.
"Is that him?" She asked, already knowing the answer as they approached the cell.
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Post by PirateOTC on Jun 7, 2009 20:48:10 GMT
The cop looked at Blood and said;
"It sure is this bad motherfucker..."
Blood raised his eyebrow and looked at them, then sat up from the cot, curious about what this was all about, but he didn't think it'd be anything interesting. Probably just some information-talk..
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Post by Devyn on Jun 7, 2009 20:53:26 GMT
Fallon flinched at the word that the guard said, but she didn't dwell on it, turning toward Blood, she got rid of any fear she had. She couldn't show that to one of her 'patients' so to speak.
"Mister Blood, I'm here to do a psychiatric evaluation of you."
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Post by PirateOTC on Jun 7, 2009 20:56:23 GMT
John looked at her from top to toe, not like the rest of the men in the jail did, but just out of curiosity.
He met her eyes when he replied:
"hm...you got smokes?"
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Post by Devyn on Jun 7, 2009 21:05:48 GMT
"No, I don't. But you'll have to come with these men." Fallon pointed behind her to the guards as they stepped forward.
"They'll bring you to the office."
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Post by PirateOTC on Jun 7, 2009 21:12:47 GMT
He sighed and muttered,more to himself;
"I've been in jail for five minutes and I'm already in some trouble.."
he got up from the cot and walked over to the door as one of the cops unlucked it and immidiately two others grabbed Blood and handcuffed him before leading him out of his cell, keeping him on a clear distance to the woman.
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Post by Devyn on Jun 17, 2009 20:27:08 GMT
Fallon kept a fair sized distance ahead of them, trying not to appear nervous in the least to have a criminal of that nature a few steps behind her back.
She led them down the hallway to her office, which was the weirdest office she had ever had. On one side it was quite normal, but on the other it was a chair of chains and handcuffs to make sure the inmate stayed seated during their session and didn't try to attack her.
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