| [FYI] - Seth's in the slammer |
[Feb. 28th, 2008|06:11 pm] |
He wanted to murder someone. Several someones. A lot of someones. Unfortunately, he'd spent several days strapped to a bed in the hospital and sedated while he was getting patched up from his little fight with Anubis. Possibly he shouldn't have given into the temptation to antagonize the jackal so easily but... well, he knew better than to think he wouldn't do it again, given the opportunity. Only the next time he'd do it on his own turf. He wouldn't have been in the hospital even this long, though, if Anubis hadn't used his fucking teeth. Mostly, the hospital flunkies had seemed worried about infection as opposed to any actual injuries -- which hadn't been so terribly bad. Of course, when he'd shown no signs of infection setting in, he'd bee summarily transferred to prison while they figured out what to do with him. His record was longer than his own arm -- and that almost wasn't an exaggeration -- not to mention the part where he was still wanted on a few outstanding charges in various parts of the country. That was going to make getting out...difficult. Even with a good lawyer.
Which he didn't have.
And likely wouldn't get.
They were still stalling him, anyway.
He paced in his cell like any caged animal. At least they'd put him in solitary. At least prison was a place where he could hold his own. It wasn't the other prisoners who bothered him. Being locked up though, that bothered him. Not knowing what happened to his Star, that bothered him. Being jerked around by some monkey from the feds in a bad suit really bothered him.
He growled to himself. Somehow, he was getting out of here. And then there'd be hell to pay. |
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