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| Lady Marmalade | May 30 2007, 10:45 PM Post #1 |
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A small cell just big enough for a bed, toilet and the prisoner of course. With the only thing to look at are the walls of the cell. There's a small window, but don't except any sun light because the clouds are always gray and gloomy. Dementors gliding pass ever few minutes sucking ever happy feeling, thought, and memory out of you. Leaving you to relive the darkest, most horrible memories of your life. Porridge, bread, cheese, and a cup of water is slid into the cell, through a small slot twice a day. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Dec 26 2007, 06:22 PM Post #2 |
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The man leads Greg to his new home for the next three weeks, practically throwing him into his cell as he locks the door. He unbinds him with his wand, sneering at him with pure disdain. "Now off for a chat with the missus!" he sneers as he turns and walks off down the hall. |
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| Racheya | Dec 26 2007, 06:26 PM Post #3 |
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As he was released from the bindings, Greg immediately pressed up against the cell door. "FUCK YOU!" He shouted to the man's retreating back. He continued to glare even when the man was gone until he looked around his cell. This would be his life for the next three weeks. Well this would be fun, he could taste the misery already. |
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| Racheya | Dec 27 2007, 01:00 PM Post #4 |
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As he spotted a dementor gliding it's way slowly down the corridor towards him, he skirted back from the cell bars, without his cane those three weeks were going to be even more torturous. He groaned and pulled himself into a more comfortable position on the cold hard floor, which he found difficut due to the fact that it was impossible to be comfortable in such a horrible place. He was pulled out of his thoughts about how uncomfortable Azkaban was when he felt the dementor gliding outside his cell. It stopped, seemingly knowing that Greg had lots of his spirit and life to suck out still. The dementor took in a large deep breath and Greg could feel his innards being turned to ice. He backed away a far as he could until his back was pressed up against the wall. 'You'll never be good enough Gregory. You're going to end up a failiure.' "No I won't." He whispered shakily. 'Just look at you, cowering like the weakling you are.' "I'm not weak." 'Oh really?' Greg could feel the sting of his father's slap still upon his face. Slowly he pulled himself onto the uncomfortable bed and shivered under the covers, he'd forgotten how horrible this place really was. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Dec 28 2007, 03:44 PM Post #5 |
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Wilson steps out of the lift and walks quietly down the corridor. Ignoring the jibes from other inmates he makes his way to Greg's cell, his heart sinking as he casts eyes on him looking extremely pathetic. "Er...Hi" he greets awkwardly. What did one say to a prisoner? |
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| Confusedlunatic | Dec 28 2007, 03:47 PM Post #6 |
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Greg had awoken after a horrid night. He couldn't sleep and when he did all he had was nightmares, his entire life was a living nightmare now. He was looking forward to yet another day of misery when he saw Wilson. He pulled himself into a sitting position on his bed. "You here to bust me out?" he asked weakly, trying his best not to seem as pathetic as he knew he looked. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Dec 28 2007, 03:55 PM Post #7 |
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"I wish I were" Wilson sighs, feeling guilt rise like bile in his throat as he watches Greg. He shouldn't have ratted him out. But he had put lives at risk. It was for his own good in the long run. "How are you?" she asks rather needlessly, seeing himself how he was. |
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| Confusedlunatic | Dec 28 2007, 04:00 PM Post #8 |
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Greg raised his eyebrows. "Oh I'm just great." He muttered bitterly. Deep down he knew that it wasn't Wilson's fault, but he found it easier to blame him right now. "It only takes a few weeks to go crazy in this place you know. The woman said that I might be stuck here for even longer..." |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Dec 28 2007, 04:06 PM Post #9 |
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Wilson bites furrows his eyebrows a little as he looks down at his shoes, deep down knowing that he should be doing more than what he was at the moment. "Me and Kat are working on getting you released. In the mean time, just try and keep a hold of the good memories. Think of what you'll have when you leave! Your job back, your wife, daughter, a baby on the way. It's enough incentive to stay sane" he explains, removing a small book from his pocket and handing it over to the man. "It's programmable. Mention a book that you want to read, the words are on the page. Mention wishing to look at pictures, there they are" he explains, hoping it would be enough to tide the man over. |
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| Confusedlunatic | Dec 28 2007, 04:13 PM Post #10 |
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Greg knew that their efforts would fail, they were up against the ministry and when they wanted to be, the ministry could be stubborn bastards. He had tried to tell himself that everything would be better when he got out, the the dementors would suck that hope out of him, twisting it around until he believed that Neva would just throw him back on the streets like the useless drunk he was. Carefully he got to his feet and shuffled towards the bars, taking the book from Wilson before shuffling back to the bed and looking at the book. "Thank you." he mumbled quietly, hoping that it would help distract him for a while. "How's Neva?" He asked, looking back at Wilson. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Dec 28 2007, 04:24 PM Post #11 |
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Wilson bites his lip when asked about Neva, not sure what he could tell the man. That she wasn't coping as well as he had hoped? It would only worry him further. "Er...you're looking better than I expected" he says sheepishly in an attempt to change the subject, knowing he was astute enough to pick him up on the aversion. |
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| Confusedlunatic | Dec 28 2007, 04:27 PM Post #12 |
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Greg let the tiniest of smiles pass onto his face. "I'm not insane yet Wilson, give it a few more weeks and changing the topic like that might actually work." The slight smile faded though. "Not good then." he sighed, knowing that Wilson wouldn't tell him if he thought it would make him feel worse, frankly, he wasn't sure if he COULD feel worse. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Dec 28 2007, 04:30 PM Post #13 |
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Wilson sighs, knowing that he had been stupid to think he would get away with it. "She's....well...she's not speaking. She's just too busy trying to make Kyra better to think of herself. I havn't seen her eat since you were arrested." he sighs, knowing she would be a wreck until he got out of Azkaban and was safely back in her sight. |
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| Confusedlunatic | Dec 28 2007, 04:42 PM Post #14 |
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Greg sighed and looked miserably down at the floor, yet again he was making Neva miserable. "She's got to eat sometime, the last thing I want is Neva to get ill because of me. I've hurt her enough already." he muttered. "When you see her, tell her that I'm fine, even though I'm not..." |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Dec 28 2007, 04:45 PM Post #15 |
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Wilson knew that he was just worried about her, but he wasn't about to lie. "You don't think much of her do you? You KNOW she'll see through me like a window" he sighs, trying to think of any other way he could help Neva without lying to her. "She wanted to come and see you but...I don't know" he adds, knowing if just an inkling that he was suffering would hurt her so much, then how would seeing it for herself affect her? |
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| Confusedlunatic | Dec 28 2007, 04:53 PM Post #16 |
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Greg sighed, Wilson was right. He knew that seeing Neva would both make him feel better and worse at the same time. He wanted to see her, to make him feel those few moments where he was connected to the world once again. But seeing him in this state would only make her worse. "Don't let her..." He said sadly. "I'll just make her feel worse..." |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Dec 28 2007, 04:57 PM Post #17 |
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Wilson bites his lip, nodding gently to Greg. "I'll try but I'm not making any guarentees. When she wants to do something, I don't think anything could stop her" he sighs, knowing how headstrong she was. "Well erm...Kat's well. She hasn't had any morning sickness as of yet but I've still been making her take it easy. In a couple of weeks Ill be able to find out the gender...if you want to know that is" he adds, wondering if he would like to be surprised or simply know whether he would be a father to a son or daughter. |
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| Confusedlunatic | Dec 28 2007, 05:04 PM Post #18 |
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Greg nodded. "Make sure you tell me, I'd like to know if theres going to be another girl ganging up on me..." he said softly, managing the smallest of smiles. "I told Neva that as soon as I'm out... I'm going to get myself cleaned up... I've tried and look where I've ended up... what if I can't do it?" He asked miserably. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Dec 28 2007, 05:14 PM Post #19 |
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Wilson allows a small laugh to pass his lips as Greg's comment, knowing that even if it was a girl he would love the child unconditionally. It would just be better for him if there was a little more testosterone in his home. "I'll be sure to let you know as soon as we found out" he smiles, knowing Neva was eager to find out too. He frowns a little as his next comment, knowing it would be hard for the man. "I'm sure you'll be able to do it if you just set your mind to it. If you really want to do it you will succeed" he responds to the man's question, hoping he was right. |
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| Confusedlunatic | Dec 28 2007, 05:28 PM Post #20 |
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Greg let out a small snort of disbelief. "Yeah... sure..." He sighed, "Thats what I thought before..." He shook his head slightly, he knew it would be difficuly and he'd seriously have to push himself, but he'd try. Right now, trying didn't seem to bring anything good to him. He'd tried to deal with his problems and turned into a drunk, he'd tried to stop drinking and turned into a prisoner. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Dec 28 2007, 05:49 PM Post #21 |
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Wilson knew that Greg would be feeling somewhat uneager to believe him, but he knew it was true. "Maybe...maybe we did the wrong thing ushing you away and allowing you to heal on your own. Maybe when you're around friends and family again you'll find the strength you need to get better." he muses, knowing that it had helped Neva. She hadn't self harmed in a long time because of Greg's persistence and unrelenting love. Even Greg himself had to admit this. |
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| Confusedlunatic | Dec 28 2007, 05:56 PM Post #22 |
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Greg nodded his head ever so slightly. He had helped Neva to heal, maybe Neva would be able to do the same for him. "Maybe... when I get out... I'll give the rehab wing a try..." he mumbled quietly. He'd always mocked the people who had to go to that wing, saying they didn't have the strength to do it on their own, they were weak. Now he was one of those weak people, he needed help. |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Dec 28 2007, 06:16 PM Post #23 |
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Wilson wasn't entirely sure why Greg hadn't thought of the rehab wing before, but at least he was willing to give it a shot now. "It's the next logical step" he shrugs, knowing it would hurt the man's pride to stay there. "At least you'll know your healers. And if you get on our good side, there may be certain fringe benefits" he chuckles, knowing that people in rehab were allowed neither junk food, TV or as much visitation as they wanted: all of which Greg needed in his every day life. |
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| Confusedlunatic | Dec 28 2007, 06:21 PM Post #24 |
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Greg was tempted to say that if they didn't give him his TV he'd fire them, but there was the problem that he WOULDN'T be able to fire them unless he got his job back which he had to stop drinking to get back. He chuckled ever so slightly. "I don't care what the regulations are, you better give me my TV. I'm stuck here without it for 3 weeks, I'm going to have a lot of catching up to do." |
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| Y Kant Tori Reed | Dec 28 2007, 06:24 PM Post #25 |
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Wilson smirks, recognising the old Greg seeping through the agony that was his visage at the moment. "Don't worry. I'm sure we can figure something out" he smiles, knowing he would probably fold like a napkin and make sure he had everything he desired. "Just be a good little patient and I'm sure we'll get along fine" he chuckles. |
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