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Saturday, March 12, 2011

“Resentments are the rocket fuel that lives in the tip of my saber.”

A/N: This prompt was so wacky, I immediately thought back on the "donut hole" piece. I have promised to write about the block wide food fight, and I really want to do it. I actually thought this would be it, but..well... It took another direction. Not much more than a drabble, I'm afraid, but it is in that "universe".

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After the joke of a trial, one day blended into the next.


He was on his back on the slab of a mattress. He stared at the ceiling for a while. He wasn't quite sure just when it was he dozed off, but the light from the tiny window stung his eyes near enough to rose him from slumber.


With a groan, he rolled upright to dangle his bare feet over the edge.


The brown haired man then leaned over his knees and pulled down the hem of his only possession: a thin tshirt. It was a few sizes too small, but he looked down at his chest to admire the word, "thief", printed there so boldly in bright green. He was surprised that he was allowed to have it at all as the rest of his clothes were the well worn jumpsuits, bright orange dulled to nearly brown from use and many washings. Such was life in jail.


He stretched his arms out before him, linking his fingers together, and directed his gaze to the bars which contained him in this mostly barren, institutionally gray room.


"This is all your fault, you know." Wafted in a reedy voice. He scowled deeply, knowing very well just who it belonged to.


"Oh, shut the hell up." The man grumbled in reply, and rubbed the back of his neck as he rolled his head. A few dull "pops" worked the kinks out just fine, but he still wished for a proper pillow to rest on.


"Resentments are the rocket fuel that lives in the tip of my saber." Hissed an off kilter retort.


The man curled his lip and wondered if his partner would ever be sane. He knew it was a moot point to bicker further with the wild haired man occupying the next cell, and allowed his expression to shift into a huge yawn.


Two months in. And with good behavior, two months to go.
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....

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