Jan. 22nd, 2007

prydeful: (Damaged)
There's not a lot to do.

She thinks.

She thinks a lot, and sits with her legs pulled tight to her chest and studies the wall.

Sometimes she hits it.

She's pretty sure when they move her, at this point, they're going to have to paint it.

There's--it has a name, and she doesn't really bother remembering what it is. "Happy social fun time". Not a lot--it's stupid to allow a lot, with the kind of prisoners they keep here--but some.

And then it's back to sitting.

She's read every book she's allowed so many times she knows them by heart, and she's tempted to see if she remembers how to make origami frogs out of the pages now.

Maybe origami frogs are a sign of treason.

But right now, she's just sitting and thinking.

The blanket on her cot has three snags on it and one flat-out hole.

She wishes she didn't know that.

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Kate Pryde | Shadowcat

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