James McCafferty (jameswantsit) wrote in midianasylum, @ 2010-08-14 17:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | fisher, james |
Tuesday - June 9th, 2015
Who: James and Fisher
When: Tuesday Afternoon
Where: The Rec Room
What: James is trying to relax after a night spent on the floor.
The best thing about solitary confinement was that James actually got some sleep. There was no one yelling or screaming or banging into walls next to him. It was quiet, it was peaceful, and that part was great. The worst part, however, was the fact that they didn't even give you a bed. If you were lucky, which he hadn't been last night, you got a mattress on the floor. If you were unlucky, you just got the floor. And that had been the case for James last night after he'd pissed off the orderly enough to get moved to an entirely different ward for his confinement.
Because of the sleeping situation, coupled with the fact that he'd been thrown around like a rag doll during the fight in the cafeteria yesterday, his back was hurting today. And that was why, instead of being sociable (which he rarely was regardless) or spending his rec room time doing something that could be considered entertaining by some people, he was simply laying stretched out on one of the sofas with his arms folded behind his head, trying to relax his back as much as possible and ignore that nagging cut on his bottom lip that his tongue just couldn't seem to stay away from.