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Who: Chii, Walter, Jackie, Prince (of All Cosmos), Jenny. BIG HAPPY FAMILY. o and I guess Chris could come too, but Jackie might punch him. ;<
Where: Walter's cell
When: tonite (O I DIEEEED IN UR ARMS TONITE)
Rating: PG because Jackie has a mouth on him.
Summary: Visitation rights.
the log:
None of it was right. He wasn't right, Walter wasn't right, the whole damned city wasn't right -
Breathe, Jackie, breathe.
As promised, he was taking Prince to see Walter in prison. Jenny wanted to see him as well, so he Darknessed the two of them to the high school, picked up Prince, and led them down to the station., shaking off the armor before they went in.
It was, indeed, fairly dark in there - it'd work fine - he only hoped that they wouldn't wise up and set up some lights before Walter was "ready".
"Brought him some stuff," he said to Chris, tersely, holding up the folded blankets in his arms. "I assume that's fine."
And turned his back. He didn't want to look at Chris - didn't want to see Walter behind bars - but there wasn't much else to look at.
He tried the floor.
Where: Walter's cell
When: tonite (O I DIEEEED IN UR ARMS TONITE)
Rating: PG because Jackie has a mouth on him.
Summary: Visitation rights.
the log:
None of it was right. He wasn't right, Walter wasn't right, the whole damned city wasn't right -
Breathe, Jackie, breathe.
As promised, he was taking Prince to see Walter in prison. Jenny wanted to see him as well, so he Darknessed the two of them to the high school, picked up Prince, and led them down to the station., shaking off the armor before they went in.
It was, indeed, fairly dark in there - it'd work fine - he only hoped that they wouldn't wise up and set up some lights before Walter was "ready".
"Brought him some stuff," he said to Chris, tersely, holding up the folded blankets in his arms. "I assume that's fine."
And turned his back. He didn't want to look at Chris - didn't want to see Walter behind bars - but there wasn't much else to look at.
He tried the floor.