EmKay
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SLUIS VAN
Tachon hummed a little tune to himself whilst he lounged upon the exceedingly uncomfortable cot upon which he found himself. The monotonous tap-tap of a guard's boots strolled near, reached its closest point, then carried on. He took a deep sigh and closed his eyes, a sense of laziness coming over him, while he mulled over his charge. Murder. A delightful thing to end up in prison for, but all Zur-Ksi could say was that he'd been given a bad contract. He made a point that he only took marks on his odd bounty hunt that wouldn't land him in jail. The security officers wouldn't have any of that, though. Dead is dead, after all.
So here the Iridonian was, prince of his little cell. He'd been in worse conditions, to be terribly honest, but it still wasn't... ideal. Especially with the term hung over his head since his fine was too high for him to cover on his own. Maybe if he wasn't decrepit by the time he'd be out of this situation, he'd see that sleazy human about the raw deal he was now in. Not even paid, gods dammit. He tapped his foot with a degree of irate impatience. He was almost tempted to make a jail break, but then the other prisoners would want in on it, and he obviously wouldn't let them out. It'd just create worse problems later. Oh well. Maybe he'd get lucky and someone would give him a hand in here.
Ha.
SLUIS VAN
Tachon hummed a little tune to himself whilst he lounged upon the exceedingly uncomfortable cot upon which he found himself. The monotonous tap-tap of a guard's boots strolled near, reached its closest point, then carried on. He took a deep sigh and closed his eyes, a sense of laziness coming over him, while he mulled over his charge. Murder. A delightful thing to end up in prison for, but all Zur-Ksi could say was that he'd been given a bad contract. He made a point that he only took marks on his odd bounty hunt that wouldn't land him in jail. The security officers wouldn't have any of that, though. Dead is dead, after all.
So here the Iridonian was, prince of his little cell. He'd been in worse conditions, to be terribly honest, but it still wasn't... ideal. Especially with the term hung over his head since his fine was too high for him to cover on his own. Maybe if he wasn't decrepit by the time he'd be out of this situation, he'd see that sleazy human about the raw deal he was now in. Not even paid, gods dammit. He tapped his foot with a degree of irate impatience. He was almost tempted to make a jail break, but then the other prisoners would want in on it, and he obviously wouldn't let them out. It'd just create worse problems later. Oh well. Maybe he'd get lucky and someone would give him a hand in here.
Ha.