Patrick Connelly (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pat_connelly) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lineof_fire_rpg,@ 2008-03-21 00:43:00 |
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Patrick Phone Home.
WHO: Patrick Connelly
WHAT: Patrick calls home.
WHERE: He's in PRIZONS.
WHEN: About 6:30pm
RATING: TBD
OPEN: To immediate members of his family.
Life in prison had gotten immensely better for Patrick. He wasn't growing to like being there, not by any means, but after being there for a year he had gotten somewhat used to the idea of being there. He still couldn't wait to get out and go home to his wife and daughters, and he was itching to get back to work. He had heard only good things about Matt taking things over, and he was proud of his brother for that. But most of all, he just missed everyone. He missed the outside, being able to do what he wants when he wants. He missed being with his wife, sleeping in the same bed as her. He missed his daughters, being able to kiss them goodnight. He missed his life.
Laying in his bunk one evening after he ate dinner, Patrick held a book in his hands, his eyes moving over the words but not really grasping them. He had read that book so many times, he just didn't want to read it again. Closing the book, he dropped it on the small desk type table in his cell and he ran his hands over his face. Scratching the side of his face, he decided to call home. He wasn't sure if anyone would be there, but he needed to at least try. He wanted to hear Kate's voice. Leaving his cell, he made his way down to the room where the phones were. He picked up the receiver and went through the motions of dialing home. Leaning against the wall, he closed his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest, hoping someone answered.
WHO: Patrick Connelly
WHAT: Patrick calls home.
WHERE: He's in PRIZONS.
WHEN: About 6:30pm
RATING: TBD
OPEN: To immediate members of his family.
Life in prison had gotten immensely better for Patrick. He wasn't growing to like being there, not by any means, but after being there for a year he had gotten somewhat used to the idea of being there. He still couldn't wait to get out and go home to his wife and daughters, and he was itching to get back to work. He had heard only good things about Matt taking things over, and he was proud of his brother for that. But most of all, he just missed everyone. He missed the outside, being able to do what he wants when he wants. He missed being with his wife, sleeping in the same bed as her. He missed his daughters, being able to kiss them goodnight. He missed his life.
Laying in his bunk one evening after he ate dinner, Patrick held a book in his hands, his eyes moving over the words but not really grasping them. He had read that book so many times, he just didn't want to read it again. Closing the book, he dropped it on the small desk type table in his cell and he ran his hands over his face. Scratching the side of his face, he decided to call home. He wasn't sure if anyone would be there, but he needed to at least try. He wanted to hear Kate's voice. Leaving his cell, he made his way down to the room where the phones were. He picked up the receiver and went through the motions of dialing home. Leaning against the wall, he closed his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest, hoping someone answered.