Lustre
One misstep and the maimed gunman fell the sky.
Queza x @SilverBlack ════════════════════════════════════════════════════
JAILHOUSE THEMED
XXXRumours have it that the loneliest place in the world is the numb state of a human soul. If so happens to possess a capacity for destruction, enmity and apathy, no other place as cold and unfeeling could ever be found. For such a soul, a prison would be nothing but child’s play, another home lacking in humanity above all else, regardless of the entities that reside within it that can only be determined as humans by means of species rather than moral conscience. In the eyes of authorities, such entities are deemed as savage animals and prisons as impenetrable, barred cages used to push back the call of the wild.
With no pretend to décor, each wall within the prison was carefully put up, each cell barred with aluminum doors and each prisoner’s happy hour painted grey. Cells were equipped with single beds, thin blankets, unclean toilet bowls and if by permission the walls were decorated with the prisoner’s personal belongings. Privacy was a luxury here; rarely could anyone afford it. A guard was stationed at each corner to monitor their designated area and make sure no commotion or prison break was attempted. The mess hall was also heavily guarded. It was the place where prisoners ate their daily meals, granted more space coverage and the opportunity for meaningless chit-chat or causing trouble that would most often result in punishment. To make it even better, most prisoners haven’t seen the light of day ever since their first arrival. The outside area of the prison is restricted only to well-behaved convicts who’d like to enjoy a breath of fresh air or hit what was made to look like a gym.
For one unlikely such prisoner, the outside area was out of reach 24/7. It has been 5 months since his arrival and he had already pulled out 4 unsuccessful prison breaks. The sheer thrill of making fools out of the guards once a perpetrated commotion was underway was what enticed him the most. Guilty based on all charges and disinclined to prove otherwise, this man was already a celebrity within these walls. That nobody here can understand his intentions and initiatives is a well-known fact.
Whether sunrise has already gone by, he wasn’t sure. No one was given the right to such earthly commodities. He woke up with shaking hands from an ill-witted dream, and was unable to fall back to sleep ever since. He’s been staring at the crack on the ceiling for a while now, spread on the worn out mattress of his bed. Once feeling for a bubble gum usually found in his pockets proved fruitless for he had no more, Michi began humming tunes of certain Christmas songs no matter the fact that Christmas was light years away. He was, as always, engrossed in blithe unconcern.
“Ah, I bet Santa’d like to bring me a present,” he said in a loud enough tone while scratching his chin. In less than a second, he was already looking over his shoulder beyond his cell, checking whether his faithful companion was still there. “Say, do you believe in Santa?” he said regardless of the outcome.