Bastien (pasttheveil) wrote in commandhq, @ 2018-01-23 11:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | julian cain |
Setting In
Who: Julian Cain [Narrative]
What: Julian acclimatises to a change in his situation
When: 23rd January
Where: Limbo in general
Rating: Low
Julian Eli Cain had for the last five years been detained and held in a small six by eight cell with brick and steel in place of the wide open space he'd known in the depths of the Louisana swamps. They said his crime interred him, put him where he was, and that a suiting punishment would be to lock him up and throw away the key. He suspected that they hoped or even prayed that he would show a slither of remorse for the actions on the fateful day, but the truth was he felt nothing of the sort. He did what he had to, to protect his family, and he used what tools he had to hand. It was no different from wielding a gun and yet he was judged as a monster and justice was seemingly served.
He had long since accepted his fate with as much grace as possible but he didn't exactly go quietly into the night. No, he fought, he snarled, he spoke his mind and more often than not he found that isolation became his best friend. In the dark it was his faith that saw him through, the same religion that he'd been raised in and it was in your darkest moment that your faith was truly tested.
And then his cell door had been opened by a number of people in suits, they had a proposal and Julian had considered telling them to shove the offer where the sun didn't shine but he refrained. There was something to be said for holding your passion in check, to temper your kneejerk reaction, especially when you were more likely to shoot yourself in the foot. An opportunity was an opportunity and pride wasn't worth sabotaging that so he'd accepted.
Of course he hadn't anticipated having an implant placed under his skin like some sort of pet, but needs must and it would seem it was the better alternative to the other options available. Now he was in a place called Limbo working for the Wraith Regiment. He still wasn't a hundred percent certain he'd made the right choice, but then again it was the first time in a long time that he'd felt sun on his skin and a familiar feeling of being connected.
This opportunity might be a wolf in sheep's clothing but he was freer than he had been for a long tme and that in itself was a price he was willing to pay.
Ce qui sera sera