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p r o f o u n d. As her lungs fills with the BITTER & REFRESHING taste of the menthol cigarette hanging from her lips, she feels a little more RELAXED than moments before.
With a FAST scan, she feels CALM to see sheâs the only person there, clouding the CLEAR night with her smoke. Itâs not until some more minutes L A T E R, when she identifies another SILHOUETTE in the DARK.
    She thinks herself alone, as wellâ feels the darkness hanging over her like a shroud that would absolve her from all action taken, therefor granting her with a sense of peace. Fingers are anything but steady as they search for that bottle of scotch hiding somewhere inside chaotic purse. The linings seem to eat up anything she is most desperate for, be it a cigarette or the bitter toxin in a form of a bottle. But sheâs alerted by the smell all too familiar, the smoke that invades your lungs in the form of a sweet relief.
          â Hello? â
MICHAEL.
                 â  ⊠ iâm a killer shot.  â    â  despite the fact that he hasnât played basketball since he was in high school. and even then, there were better things he couldâve been doing with his time if heâd been able to slip away for long enough. killer shot. he hasnât thrown a basketball in over a decade and here they are. with a slight quirk on his lips and moment enough to distract from the blood thatâs pulsing out onto his fingers and is beginning to numb him out with an ache. ( it just wonât stop bleeding. ) he has control now. feels his heart rate beginning to lower as he throws the idea of panic away from himself  â  just for a minute. just because if he doesnât, if he unravels, the plan is over.  ( get it together, michael. )
     â  basketballâs just⊠angles⊠ â  trajectories  â  basic physics⊠ â    he knows through observation. knows because heâs seen the course of a game and figured out a more effective strategy than a half-assed shot thrown from a metre out.  (  but this isnât about basketball. and the tremors in his hands, the quake of skin that shudders beneath a breathless attempt at a laugh are still present even if he tells himself itâs okay  â  that itâs okay and if itâs not, itâs going to be okay because lincâs counting on him, and thatâs what matters. not the glare of red that snakes its way up his shirt or shivers its way down the gash at his skin.  )
  Lidocaine readied to numb the pain, distorting features she enjoys a little too much. ( Especially when he smiles, calm && steady with the clockwork precision timing that demonstrates to her how days may take a rapid turn with the smallest amount of kindness. ) Fingers tap against the side of the syringe && the doctor doesnât ask him for permission, the needle poking through skin to take away the torment. ( For a moment Michael, I ask you not to FEEL a thing. ) Heâs not honest with her, not even in this complete privacy, but the reasons ( she has to believe this for her own sanity ) are heavy with purpose. Swelling is instant around the wound severe enough for multiple stitches. ( What could you expect in an environment so hostile, the cages turned good men into savage beasts. )
      â && Thatâs your thing isnât it? The details, how        things work && what makes everything tick? â
     Sheâll attempt a ghost of a smile, even as she prepares needle && thread for procedure. Sheâs slow with her words, carefully attempting to pry out more information, any evidence of him being the kind of man he says he is. Heâs not a bad guy, doesnât intentionally cause harm to anything larger than a fly. Heâs the perfect example for an altruist, would do anything to benefit those he cares for. ( Lincoln Burrows, he would do anything for the manâ to prove heâs innocent. Sara, she has something to consider now, Michaelâs caused him to pause && think twice. ) One more time, hazel eyes flash to seek his, itâs as if sheâs apologizing already for what is about to happen.
DEBRA.
     â trust me on this, okay? pale, like, literally so white, black hair, black eyes, skinny as fuck.. no, sheâs definitely a vampire. seriously. i fear for dexterâs life when heâs around that bitch. â
       â To be fair heâs not all thatâ greatâ with women to begin with. So if I was forced         to bet on the most likely to end up dating a vampire without even knowing about         itââ itâd be him. Sneak me a picture of her && a name so I can run her medical         records for you, see if sheâs been admitted for SUNBURNS once too many. â
               Sheâs kidding, of course.
whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse, or songs that get you into the writing mood, pick 10 songs you find give you the urge, the drive, or the creativity to write for your muse, then tag your favorite peeps to get an insight on their musical inspirational feels.
tagged by: @bloodiedwolf, @aitruistâ
fix you - coldplay
how we operate - gomez
keep breathing - ingrid michaelson
sweetest devotion - adele ( also million years ago )
what kind of man - florence + the machine
i follow rivers - lykke li
feet in the water - eva & manu
some die young - laleh
donât speak - no doubt
canât take my love - sara jackson-holman
Tagging:Â @fittobounceââ, @manhuntiingâ, @plasmapriestessâ, @studiedbonesâ, @studiedbugsâ, @neonnoiseâ
Michael Scofield, Sara Tancredi, Theodore â T-Bag â Bagwell, Felicia Lang, David â Tweener â Apolskis & Alex Mahone from Foxâs ââ
                  P  R  I  S  O  N   B  R  E  A  K
ISABELLE.
            â Dr. Sara Tancredi â â came a voice from the door to the brunetteâs office, where a petite blonde woman stood leaning against the frame. â â I am tellement sorry to inform you that you will âave to be coming with me. you are under arrest ⊠for being far too good for this prison. â a wide grin spread across Isabelleâs features as she stepped into the room, a visitorâs badge hanging clearly off her trousers ( along with a loaded handgun, the standard issue for any FBI agent ) the last sheâd seen this woman, sheâd only just begun her new position ⊠but before that â much before that â theyâd been near inseparable ; driving miniature cars down long paved driveways as children, and gossiping the boys in their respective schools as teenagers.Â
â vraiment ⊠âow you manage to work here is beyond me ⊠it is in the middle of no where! and â it smells so very funny! you could still come to the FBI, you know, I âave no doubts they would take in a doctor as talented as you.ââ but anyway, how âave you been? surprised to see me? â
        Alerted to a voice so familiar with an accent so unforgettable she might as well have deluded herself to think of it as her own. Sheâs GROWN with it, learned to understand the tongue that rattles on ever so quick. Her face immediately lights up, the grim paperwork forgotten in less than a fraction of a second when something so familiar waltzes in && seems to bring the light of day with her. Itâs been too long, sheâll admit as much, long gone are the days of skipping rope && hopscotch. ( Now itâd be skipping work && butterscotchâ the adult version of a childish game. She doesnât indulge in it, canât afford to go back. )
       â You are unbelievableâ && stunning, as always. â
    Crossing her arms, leaning back in her chair so the plastic parts give out a rather nasty noise that could only be described as the sound of poverty. Expression remains gentle, a melodic chuckle passing lips as she pushes herself off the chair && opens arms for the woman long lost. Embrace the familiarity of the situation, it wonât be long until itâs all gone again.
       â Iâm sure they would, but I like it here. I can make a change here, see the         change.  Besides, they already DEPEND on me far too much, this whole         building would probably collapse if I wasnât here holding up the walls. â
' itâs easier to see the world in black and white; i donât know what to do with grey. '
MASS EFFECT.
        â Thatâs one way to look at it. It gives no room for error. What          about those who have done wrong in the past && are trying          to make up for whatever cosmic karma theyâve managed to          set out of balance? â
      Crafted words to bridge the chasm between who she was before && how far she had become. Some might not say it wasnât far from where sheâd started. ( Holding cells, CRASHING, biting your lip until it bleeds â Infirmary, consoling, stitching together bleeding flesh. ) Sheâs had to come to accept her past, changing the things she has the power vested in to herself to. ( Twelve steps. Only twelve. ) Sheâs not any different from all these women, from those trapped in a hell of their own making, concrete nights && stale oxygen of the yard. â TRAPPED in a prison of her own making. Sheâs found there are few types of people here, with different concentrations of the qualities that make for a person. Those who withstand, quiet && alone â those who riot against convictions, call this injustice && the system a fraud â those who look for someone they can place their trust in to keep themselves anything but alone in the warped society of mankind. She hopes the woman before this finds this said sanctuary in her, finds someone she can trust as much as her isolated mind allows her to. Someone to confide in when the inmates turn against what they perceive as DIFFERENT. Sheâs not the same, but she can try to understand, is willing to make an attempt && in a place like this that surely had to count for something.
             â But some thingsâ theyâre just horrifying, no justification. â
Send me "Goodbye" for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die.
MAHONE.
â what i want,sara, is for you to tell me where he is, before he gets himself killed outthere. â
itâs takingtoo long, this is taking too long, and with every wasted second scofield isgetting further and further away again,managing to always be one step ahead no matter how quickly alex deciphersanother tattoo, and another, and another, and this, this has to be it, she hasto be the key, the way to twist scofieldâs arm behind his back and christ, the innocent act iswearing really thin ( three hours forty-seven minutes since his last pill, focus waning, thoughts racing, muscles aching andhe needs, he needs â ).
â i knowyouâve been in contact with him. i know youâre planning to meet with him. ormaybe heâs supposed to meet with you, hm? maybe we should just sit here andwait for him to come to us. do you think heâll come for you, sara? i mean, hedidnât seem to care all that much when you put your job on the line for him,when he asked you to turn your back on everything you stand for, oh, or whenyou were lying in the hospital fighting for your life because you couldnât livewith what you had done, how about that, sara. â
      His words are poison && she knows there is no antidote for anything he saysâ facing him head on with no general anesthesia, no painkillers is the only option. So she goes some place else, allows gaze to travel the room for anything that could be of substantial use, something she could turn against the man whose hands shake like hers had. Takes one to know one, the jitters that shook you when your last fix felt like lightyears away. Her mouth feels like a desert, heart racing && pounding against her throat with each wave of nausea.
        â Iâm not going to break. â
Now who was she trying to convince? Yet if she could just buy them time, maybe theyâd realise sheâd been caught. That sheâd been foolish enough to stay long enough for him to find her && use her as leverage. They needed to go, needed to set sail so another tomorrow would be more than a possibility for Lincoln, for Michael. ( Caught up in something beyond his own strength, but it wasnât his sob story now. It was for all of them to share. )Â
        â I donât even know what youâre talking about, I havenât  seen Michael since          I came here. Youâre only wasting your time with me. If I knew where he was          or how he could be reached,  donât you think Iâd already have sent word to          him about being held against my will? â
âAre you here to kill me?â (probably in isolation in 13 being grumpy don't mind him)
MASS EFFECT.
     â Doctors donât hurt people. â
  Itâs all so very apathetic, the lack of color a part of her world now where she sees only in monotone colorsâ a sea of people blending in together in a grey mass. The irregular heartbeat && the continuous tremors a concern for the leaders of this proud, free nation. She shifts her heavy gaze elsewhere. The old needle marks  itch at the thought of reliving certain parts of past best forgotten. ( Father had not, but heâd kept her out of trouble. Donât waste your potential, Sara. Isolation not a part of solution when they so struggle for liberation. ) Heâs much like her, weighed down by vices hardly forgotten. You never could forget, never could dominate the addict inside you. ( Much like a cruel monarch â it only wore you down, took from you. Charity && pure good terms unheard of. It steals your health, separates family, but ohâ they keep nightmares at bay, make the daylight a safer place to march with your stiff upper lip. )Â
           â I just wanted to check in on you, see how you were doing. â
       I KNOW. I KNOW ITâS NOT EASY.
ROSE.
           â  I canât believe itâs been  THREE years,  now when i see you itâs so  BITTERSWEET.  âÂ
      â Itâs been too long. â
   Exposure to the Southern California climate, sun beating down against porcelain skin with every intention to burn. Fingertips press together && then release again, hazel eyes flickering between the docked vessels && her. Dry words crumble against lips && another try grants sound for thoughts.
         â I wouldnâtâ I wouldnât ask for any of this if I didnât really need your help â
Mass Effect sentence starters: All the Whispers
based on (x)
âJust donât make the mistake I did.â
âThereâs always another mission. None of them are an excuse to make yourself an island.â
âI got a few scratches and dents. I hope they just give me character.â
âConfirmation that my father is working for (âŠ).â
âHelp us!â
âI know what you did.â
âI always have time for you.â
âIt was nothing I couldnât handle.â
âAre you here to kill me?â
âSomewhere deep in the fabric of reality, our actions are recorded and remembered.â
âWhatever you come up with, you can count me in.â
âIt seems there will be no one to mourn me when I die.â
âYouâre the only friend Iâve made in ten years.â
ââŠhell of a fight.â
âThat wonât happen. I see you all when you get back.â
âI watched them die.â
âPeople could get hurt⊠even killed.â
âThis war needs to be won.â
âMy people have a saying - seek the enemy of your enemy, and you will find a friend.â
âYour courage for my people will be remembered.â
âYou wonât be alone in your fight.â
âWe do not wish you harm.â
âIâm willing to do whatâs necessary.â
âIâll march into whatever hell you want, but not with a fake smile on my face.â
âNothing positive about grinning like an idiot.â
âFinish this⊠you promise me!â
âAll Iâve ever done in my entire career is destroy the natural course of the universe.â
âIf you are worthy of your command, prove your strength.â
âItâs so much easier to see the world in black and white; grey⊠I donât know what to do with grey.â
âI have lived a full life⊠no regrets.â
âGood; get it out of the way so we can concentrate on being big goddamn heroes.â
âIâm sorry.â
âGood to have you here.â
âI beg you - do not do this. Please.â
âI know how this will end. But I will not back down - I canât.âÂ
âFace me in single combat, (âŠ).â
âLet me die with honour.â
âWe can handle ourselves.â
âGo back and get (âŠ). Itâs the right choice and you know it.â
âI wanted you to have a normal life. Marriage, children⊠things I could never have.â
âIt has reminded me of what is truly important. Why I swore Iâd lay down my life.â
âNow go back and get (âŠ), and get the hell out of here. You know itâs the right choice.â
âSome souls die in battle, some die in their sleep. And some die for no reason at all.â
âOne day there will be payback for all that my people have suffered.â
âUnder your leadership we canât fail.â
âNo point in hiding from it.â
âSo much space. Walls of stone. Itâs amazing. I wish my friends could see it. I wish (âŠ) were here.â
âThere is only one way to save (âŠ).â
âI made the mistake of trusting you - believing you were my friend. I was a fool.â
âWell, looks like I was the only one to make it out alive.âÂ
âI just want to know - is the person I followed to hell and back still in there? Somewhere?â
âDo we deserve death?â
âI ask forgiveness.â
âScrew that - I can hold them off!â
âEverything my people will ever be depends on it.â
âI hear we have a galaxy to save.â
âI donât have what you do. That fire that makes some willing to follow you into hell itself.â
âI understand. Good luck. I hope weâll see each other again.â
âYou just spared our race another genocide.â
âYouâre picking that thing over us?â
âIâm still human. I make mistakes like everyone else.â
âYou are a great protector. But some things are beyond even you.â
âItâs a hell of a job, isnât it? Being the good guys.â
âSomeone else might have gotten it wrong.â
MICHAEL.
       â  two and a half.  â   twenty nine months, then parole. out on good behaviour. heâll serve half of his five year sentence. ( how did a man with your credentials end up in this place?i took a wrong turn.wrong turn  â  a shattering of what he once had. the destruction of his apartment, and the growth of salience from the back of his head. it became less of an option. less of a concern. more of a need  â  an obsession. and it comes to fruition in the infirmary, whether he likes it or not. )
                    thereâs only a finite number of times he can tell her this. thereâs only a number of different phrases in his arsenal, only a limited ways to justify every action, every moment, every bated breath and every glance back when he knows he shouldnât. the plan is his main prerogative. but saraâs up there too  â  in a different time, if things had been different, then this wouldnât be so painstaking. a fondness has grown in him because she cares. because, in a den filled with an assortment of creatures that seek to destroy and desiccate, sara tancredi seeks to help. what is a woman like you doing in a place like this? why would you put yourself in this situation?  â  i believe in being a part of the solution, not the problem.  ( but being a solution doesnât explain it. sara tancredi has a checkered past just like the rest of them, but sheâs dragged herself out and splintered her fingernails while doing it: sara tancredi is a survivor. more than just a doctor, and more than just a girl. tough. handles her own in a place like this. )
               â  this isnât the end, sara.  â   â  pause.  it doesnât end like this.
    Silence. It doesnât end like this, sheâs told herself the words many a time beforeâ contrasting with the strict voice of reason that echoes from temporal to temporal. ( Sara, youâre smarter than this. The biggest compliment heâs ever given her, even if it only exists inside her head. ) She chooses to have faith, clings onto it with everything she hasâ nails breaking under pressure, teeth shatteringâ && yet she withstands. The world, it tends to give you more than youâre equipped to handle on your own. Strength lies in tenacity, in believing when the darkness is all you see. && Sheâs seen the colors, knows they do not disappear even when she cannot see them. && She sees him too, light blues, yellowâ an array so magnificent you couldnât fight the hypnosis he put you under. Did she want to? Any woman with a balanced brain cell left inside their cranium ought to back down now, surely.Â
     â This should be the end. â
             Care you clarify? The person before him torn in two, interests pulling the individual to shreds before his very eyes. Closed lids shield her for a fraction of a second && grant satisfaction as if she were invisible. ( Once she was. When you forget yourself, others will tooâ it hurts, to be looked through. But he sees her. ) Having written naught a thing her fingers attach pencil to clipboard, trembling fingers threaten to close the distance between them, but at the last moment before contact they pull back ought of the fear of being seen like this. Tongue dries inside her mouth, makes the words harder to push past parched lips.Â
             â But I â I donât think I want it to be. â
Thank you for trying to make me smile, not today. You never know.
fittobounce:
ok but sara taking david under her wing ! â calling him by his actual name and not his unwanted prison tag âtreating him when he comes in from being roughed up in the yard after he tries to fit in with any group possible after both the whites and blacks reject him âtaking the time to counsel him after he pretends to have a seizure b/c why the hell would you ever go out of your way to do that for another inmate âteaching him that he canât constantly drop racial & gay slurs without consequences and that they arenât ok to use to begin with âoffering to get him into ad seg even tho he declines the offer repeatedly âsara being there for him when no one else wants him sara and david !