TBC (onshakyground) wrote in marvel_prep, @ 2013-09-09 22:20:00 |
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Current mood: | blah |
Entry tags: | avalanche |
Narrative: Another day
Characters: Dominik Petrakis [Narrative]
NPCs: MDC Guards
Location: MDC, Outdoor Receation area
Timeline: 9th September 2013
Description: Dominik ruminates
Rating: PG
It was normal on a day to day basis within the prison walls to be able to hear the exchange between one Dominik Petrakis and the guards, but in recent days his protests had quietened and his mood if anything had turned inwards. He'd retreated, eyes watching and sitting back, simply watching the world go by. The collar still wrapped snugly around his neck, but the weight easy to miss these days as were the repetitive marks around his wrists from where cuffs had tightened a fraction too much.
He'd received something in the post, a card to be exact. It didn't take a genius to work out where it had come from and Dominik well he'd taken it in hand, turning it over finger by finger until he palmed it, thumb idly working over the worried worn edges. Shovel, right. He was tempted to tear an edge off, mail it back and make some sort of remark on how the shovel hadn't worked and that they or rather he should try again. But he'd refrained, for now. Dominik didn't know how long he'd last truth be told.
His large frame was perched on a table, feet on a seat and weight hunkered forward until he was insular and closed off, eyes fixated on the item in his hand and mind whirring with unspoken thoughts. What was the point? It wasn't like his voice was being heard and all his words did was bounce off the guards like they were in fact made of rubber. Besides if this was really where he and Petra were going to be for a while then maybe he take a leaf out of Tommy's book and just ride along without making waves?
Dominik felt the presence of the guards long before they approached and he lifted his gaze resting dark eyes on the gathered group.
"You alright there, Petrakis? You've been awful quiet the last few days. Don't have some smartass remark?"
The temptation was there, to say the first thing on his mind, but Dominik merely snorted and blew out a breath. "Nothing I haven't said already. We all know how I feel."
"What you got in your hand?"
"Looks like a card," Dominik said as he held up the Jack of Spades up for inspection. "Can't do much damage with this now can I?"
"Heh, no chance."
"Exactly," Dominik said as he rose to his feet and dropped off the table, brushing past the guards as he took his leave of them, ignoring the chuckles that accompanied the movement.
Whatever, Dominik was so long past caring. He really was.