R R I - REHABILITATION & REINTEGRATION INITIATIVE

Characters: Wren and Caroline
Setting: Either side of Caroline's door, morning

Wren walked up the steps, and headed to Caroline's door. When she arrived, she knocked on it. "Caroline? I would like to speak with you." she said, voice hopefully loud enough to be heard inside the locked room. It was calm, straightforward. She was almost positive that this was not going to go well, but she had to try.

( GO AWAY! )

Who: Jason and Reggie
Setting: Gym, Late Afternoon/Early Evening

( Read more... )

Characters: Brady and Kasper
Setting: The Farm, midday

( Or maybe it's loses? )

Characters: Carmel and Becka
Setting: Kitchen, after 4pm

( With a little gossip thrown in for good measure. )

Characters: Leandro & Kyle
Setting: Activity Room, Evening

Merciful dusk was just barely threatening to drop over the walls of the facility, the sun having gone a little faint as if it had been shrouded in wool. Leandro dragged himself through the elevator system at this time, tired but not so tired that he could not keep a date. It was strange, or perhaps just the way of life in here, that he found less skulking to do at night and less reason to stay awake until all hours. He kept falling asleep bizarrely early for him; in his life in Los Angeles he would have happily roamed the streets until dawn. They were his then, after all, when the "normal" people filed away into their houses to hide.

It was also very well likely that the emotional turmoil of that morning was still hanging on his heart. He did what he thought was right but doubt was a sharp thorn. Leandro had so little confidence in his ability with complicated emotional issues. Mostly, he liked to pretend he didn't have any. But with Wren... He couldn't help but try to spare what he could from her. She broke his heart with that teary-eyed gaze. Hopefully the afternoon had put a little bandaid on that and she would sort everything out. Maybe Charlie would be a stand-up guy after all. Leandro left the theorizing at that.

For now he was off to see Kyle, to slip into a more comfortable skin with someone who didn't know what had happened in the kitchen. Kyle thought he understood him now, Leandro thought, and that was mostly very charming. It still remained to be seen how he would react when he had expectations of Leandro's behavior and even those were blown. It wasn't that it was difficult to talk to the artist. He had that sweet face and those eyes, and when he got going about something he knew there was that sparkle to him. He was smart and curious, and that could come to be intoxicating. But it felt distinctly as if he came from a very different world. Leandro wondered if he could get more of that out of him today, even moreso perhaps than drawing advice.

( Art and Other Things )

Characters: Cal and Becka
Setting: Clinic, very late morning

( When all we can do is try. )

Characters: Carmel and Autumn
Setting: the gym, afternoon

( we should talk! )

Characters: Leandro and Wren
Setting: Kitchen, late morning, day 5

( nerves and sugar )

Characters: Reece and Jae
Setting: Elevators, cafeteria - noon

( at least lunch was served )

Characters: Jae and Brady
Setting: Music Room, late morning

( we shall make beautiful music together. or something. )

Characters: Adam and Becka
Setting: Her room, late morning
Warning: Possibly a little nsfw

( But it was one they both wanted to make. )

Characters: Matt and Reece
Setting: Block B - Farming area, late morning

( curiouser and curiouser )

Characters: Mojo and OPEN
Setting: Pool, afternoon
Warnings: NSFW

By all rights, Mojo knew she could be doing better things with her time than this. There was apparently no shortage of work around the facility waiting to be done, and with the new additions she'd read about on the terminals, it was at least a full day's worth of catching up for her to really explore everything. Maybe in a while she would, maybe when she wanted some lunch.

For now, though? She was in love with the pool, not to mention the raft Mojo was sprawled on with one hand in the water, idly propelling her at a snail's pace. She'd grabbed a book from the library, deftly maintaining its' place and dryness with her other hand as Mojo smiled to herself. Sleeping in, breakfast, a dip in the pool that had her hair still clinging to her cheeks, and one of her favorite books? Mojo wasn't entirely sure she wanted to leave any more.

Character: Meg
Setting: Her room, midday

( Just like that. )

Character: Becka
Setting: Just inside the cafeteria, morning

( Things just get more confusing when you hear things you're not meant to hear. )

Characters: Adam and Kyle
Setting: Outside Kyle’s room - morning

Adam watched Charlie stumble towards his room, nodding as Jae followed after him, just to make sure he made it where he was going. Interesting that they got a guy before he even made it into prison, but Adam supposed there wasn’t anything that said that said they couldn’t. It just made things different. Gathering his dishes and Charlie’s glass, he cleaned everything up then started towards his room, walking across the courtyard towards the stairs he usually took, intent on checking his messages again, just to see if maybe Becka just wasn’t up earlier.

He didn’t get all the way to the stairs though, slowing as he spotted a familiar face coming out of his room. The whole kind of a blow off thing had been on Adam’s mind overnight when he wasn’t sleeping, but he was trying not to worry about it. Why would it matter? It was Kyle right? They were friends. “Hey,” Adam called, thinking of Wren’s advice to smile as he got closer, but didn’t need the reminder to remember to smile. “How you feeling?”

( I swear this time I mean it )

Characters: Charlie, Leandro, and eventually Wren
Setting: Kitchen, late morning, day 5

( not all reunions are happy ones )

Characters: Susanna and Carmel
Setting: Cafeteria, late morning

Sleeping in was a lovely thing on occasion, and after her activities last night, Susanna was very happy to sleep in this morning. She didn't even care that Ryan had slipped out sometime during the night. The bed really wasn't big enough for both of them to sleep comfortably, she supposed, and she'd never felt overly obsessed with sleeping next to someone at night. It was ten o'clock by the time she dragged herself out of bed and into her shower. She dressed in skinny jeans and a blouse, slipping her feet into her ballet flats before heading out of her room for the kitchen. She'd given her computer only half a thought before deciding she'll look through it later.

Coffee and breakfast first, she decided, even if it wasn't quite early enough to technically be breakfast time still. She picked a few fruits from the refrigerator, slicing them up and putting them in a bowl for a fruit salad before pouring herself a cup of coffee and taking both to the cafeteria to sit and savor it. With any luck she would get a chance to observe more of the people she was currently incarcerated with, she thought as she sat at a table.

Characters: Charlene and OPEN
Setting: Cafeteria to start, then TBA.

For all of the things Dr. Kendall had zealously prepared for in her life, in this instance she was set adrift. A transfer was not an all-together unusual event for a federal inmate, and it was with some resignation that Charlene allowed herself to be shackled and even blindfolded, her mind floating somewhere beyond her body throughout the shudderingly empty trip. Experimentally she opened her eyes once or twice, seeing nothing but dark cloth before them, and then closed them again to view in hindsight the strange tale that had led a bright and successful future star to become the enemy of the United States.

( He was the first to die. )

Characters: Carmel, OPEN
Setting: Spiritual Room, around 8:30am

Carmel sighed quietly as she sat down in one of the chairs in the spiritual room. It wasn’t as early as the other day, but she’d only fallen into her second restless doze around six, and she was very tired. Five days now of not sleeping well, though when did she ever really anymore? It’d been worse than usual, though, and it was slowly but surely wearing on her, though she put on a pretty good face in public.

It was Sunday, though, and in her hands she held a Bible from the library. She wondered if she requested her Bible, from before prison, if she would get it. It had been her grandmother’s, and she would like to have it with her, if she could. She wasn’t the best of Catholics, this she knew, but she did hold the basic beliefs in her heart, and she did still pray.

She missed mass. She missed taking communion. She even missed confession, though she didn’t have that much to confess, really. But still. She missed it.

Sighing, Carmel unclasped the chain that held her cross around her neck, fingers wrapping around it as she ducked her head in prayer. She didn’t really know what to pray for, other than peace in this place, and good things for those she was already growing to care about. Peace and a resolution for his inner struggle, for Dominic. A solution for Becka’s problems. No trouble for the people here, or from the people here.

Maybe some sleep for herself. Uninterrupted, with no nightmares. Heh. Who was she kidding. Last time she’d had that was probably with Franklin, and that was so very long ago…

She sighed again, wishing once more for the soothing ritual of Mass. This room was comforting, but not in the same way. Her kitchen was at least as soothing, and she really should go cook something. Maybe a BLT for breakfast. Those were good even cold, usually.

But in a few minutes. It was early yet. She flipped open the Bible and started reading quietly. Too bad no one in here seemed remotely interested in a Bible study…