owen flynn (takingaim) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-10-02 09:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 093, edwin, marco, oliver, owen |
Who: Owen, Marco, Edwin and Oliver
When: 5:00amish
Where: Their cellblock
When Owen opened his eyes that morning, he realized instantly that he wasn't in his own bed. And that Dempsey wasn't there with him. He was elevated, staring up at a ceiling that wasn't his. And all he could really do was sigh. He sat up and got a look at his clothes. A prison jumpsuit. It didn't take a genius to realize this was not a Good sign. TPTB were up to something. After a few days of quiet and semi-peace, it was to be expected. But Owen was not a fan of being caged in like this. Like Simms.
Scrubbing a hand over his face, Owen turned and jumped down from the top bunk. He found Marco in the bottom and spared him a quick glance before he walked over to the cell bars. He tried to pull them open, but they didn't budge. Yeah, not a good sign at all. Owen patted down his pockets and found his phone inside one of them. He pulled it out and switched it on. 5:02am. Goddammit.
"Hey," he called out across the aisle to the other cell. "You awake in there?"