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call_me_snake6. You will not be punished for your anger; you will be punished by your anger. - Buddha
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littlemoonglow for allowing Snake to harass her NPCs.
Snake had to do it. He didn’t know who he was doing it for. He wanted to see the man and tell him his daughter was safe. He wasn’t certain it was for Lila or her father. In fact Plissken realized he was doing this because he would want the same if he was ever permanently imprisoned. Peter didn’t have anything worse than he did on his record. There was some robbery and a killing or two. Nothing in the records even raised Snake’s brow as he looked it over. Hell, depending on the circumstances he might even spring the guy out.
There was nothing quite as unnerving as walking unarmed into a prison. Still Snake couldn’t turn back now. He waited and went through processing without a complaint. After thirty minutes in the building that reeked of the stench that poured off the blackbellies Plissken was ushered into a booth. It was sparse. Slate gray with a single chair and a neutral gray phone. Everything subdued. Plissken sat and waited facing the thick Plexiglas. There was a guard standing by the door in the other booth. It was larger, more comfortable. Seemed strange that the prisoner should have the better accommodations. Who knew what went through the minds off these crazy people.
Eventually a man was brought into the opposing room. He seemed normal. He might have been thirty at the most but then again prison tended to put the years on people. He was probably a little younger. He sat down and stared with great disgust at Plissken. Snake took it with a grain of salt. When inside he often held contempt for those who were still free.
“Who the hell are you?” He leaned forward looking Snake over.
“Snake.” He watched the man fidget.
“What do you want?”
The punk attitude left a bad taste behind but Snake let it slide. He sighed and figured business was the best he could do. “I’ve been fostering your daughter. Thought you might want to know about her.”
“You saddled yourself with that little brat?” The mock laugh and snide tone did nothing for Snake’s mood.
There was a moment where Snake bit back every curse his mind could conjure. “She’s a good kid.”
He snorted a laugh at Plissken’s comment. “The only good thing about being in here is I’m rid of her.”
“One man’s trash…” Snake didn’t like what he was saying but for once he was trying to befriend a male.
“Not surprised someone looks like you picking through the trash.”
Snake clenched his fists under the ledge that blocked them from the view of the man on the other side. There were things Snake wouldn’t stand for and this man was treading very near those ends. “What’s that say about you?”
“Do you think you’re better than me because you haven’t committed a crime?” The attitude was still there gouging at the little control he had.
“Actually...” Snake stood and leaned in toward the glass. “..I have been in prison but I choose not to stoop to your level. I’m not an amateur.”
Snake grinned as he pushed in the chair. “See you later, Peter. Not that you’re getting out alive but it’s a nice thought isn’t it?”
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OOC: Thanks to
littlemoonglow for allowing Snake to harass her NPCs.Snake had to do it. He didn’t know who he was doing it for. He wanted to see the man and tell him his daughter was safe. He wasn’t certain it was for Lila or her father. In fact Plissken realized he was doing this because he would want the same if he was ever permanently imprisoned. Peter didn’t have anything worse than he did on his record. There was some robbery and a killing or two. Nothing in the records even raised Snake’s brow as he looked it over. Hell, depending on the circumstances he might even spring the guy out.
There was nothing quite as unnerving as walking unarmed into a prison. Still Snake couldn’t turn back now. He waited and went through processing without a complaint. After thirty minutes in the building that reeked of the stench that poured off the blackbellies Plissken was ushered into a booth. It was sparse. Slate gray with a single chair and a neutral gray phone. Everything subdued. Plissken sat and waited facing the thick Plexiglas. There was a guard standing by the door in the other booth. It was larger, more comfortable. Seemed strange that the prisoner should have the better accommodations. Who knew what went through the minds off these crazy people.
Eventually a man was brought into the opposing room. He seemed normal. He might have been thirty at the most but then again prison tended to put the years on people. He was probably a little younger. He sat down and stared with great disgust at Plissken. Snake took it with a grain of salt. When inside he often held contempt for those who were still free.
“Who the hell are you?” He leaned forward looking Snake over.
“Snake.” He watched the man fidget.
“What do you want?”
The punk attitude left a bad taste behind but Snake let it slide. He sighed and figured business was the best he could do. “I’ve been fostering your daughter. Thought you might want to know about her.”
“You saddled yourself with that little brat?” The mock laugh and snide tone did nothing for Snake’s mood.
There was a moment where Snake bit back every curse his mind could conjure. “She’s a good kid.”
He snorted a laugh at Plissken’s comment. “The only good thing about being in here is I’m rid of her.”
“One man’s trash…” Snake didn’t like what he was saying but for once he was trying to befriend a male.
“Not surprised someone looks like you picking through the trash.”
Snake clenched his fists under the ledge that blocked them from the view of the man on the other side. There were things Snake wouldn’t stand for and this man was treading very near those ends. “What’s that say about you?”
“Do you think you’re better than me because you haven’t committed a crime?” The attitude was still there gouging at the little control he had.
“Actually...” Snake stood and leaned in toward the glass. “..I have been in prison but I choose not to stoop to your level. I’m not an amateur.”
Snake grinned as he pushed in the chair. “See you later, Peter. Not that you’re getting out alive but it’s a nice thought isn’t it?”
Words: 542
