Who: Daryn and Fitz What: The Prodigal Son Daughter Returns When: Afternoon, Saturday, May 18, 2019 Where: The courtyard outside of the Facility Rating: Language, mentions of violence and injury Status: Ongoing
Daryn had not been exposed to direct sunlight in eighteen months and three days. She hadn't breathed fresh air, moved without cuffs, walked without being tethered to a guard. This experience, 'freedom', was disorienting. The light was blinding, the warmth felt like it was burning her skin. Eyes shut tight, the frail, pale looking woman stumbled forward, pushed by the meaty hand of a guard that was 'encouraging' her to leave the area. Shuffling ahead a few steps, she tried to open her eyes again slowly, the world blurry. Coughing hoarsely, she tasted blood in her mouth. The back of her hand rose to swipe at her lips, a smear of red on too-white skin.
A few passersby stopped and looked to her strangely, mumbling to each other and keeping their distance. Another, further away, recognized the woman and approached quickly. "Daryn? Is.. is that you? Are you okay?"
Pale blues turned to the man calling her name, but no recognition registered on her face. She still struggled to see in the bright light, and she felt dizzy with the turn of her head. Taking a few more steps, she dropped to her knees with a wince. Guards nearby did not make a move toward her, and one even laughed for a moment before going stoic again. Leaning over, she held her hand up to signal to the concerned man to stay back, shaky before collapsing onto the pavement of the circular courtyard.