#bornfreesinner

[shesnotcrazy]

Open RP for 2 new guests

Silence greeted him when he started his day and continued to be his only companion as he stayed in the office of the motel. The eerie glow of the motel sign spilled lit the damp ground beneath it in the cool night. 

A yawn escaped him as Norman stretched his back. In front of lay a half-finished cross-word puzzle. '9. A 6-letter word for a type of crime.' Norman snorted at that; an easy answer...It was easy, but his hands clenched and unclenched in a sudden rush of unwanted guilt. He didn't do it. He didn't do it so why did he feel guilty?

Just then, a guest walked in. Without hesitation, a smile sprang up on his face and he gave his usual cordial greeting, "Nice night tonight. Do you need a room?"

[stuckinroom302]

Love

Love

[— Love. it’s a word Henry never really grasped nor understood.

Was it similar to trust? he just doesn’t know. The only LOVE he ever felt was towards people close to him. Relatives.Friends, though he’s running short on the latter.As far as relationship goes, Henry doesn’t seem to be too interested in the topic. Even if he did like someone to the point of developing feelings for them, he’d find it difficult to express this. —]

[femaleconsumer-blog-blog]

"Hi."

[stuckinroom302]

[[ooc: I told myself I'd reply to all these threads in my drafts today. aaah they're piling up ...10 drafts FCUK! that's so many and two have been sitting in there for a week now //weeps// im so sorry sewell and heather.]]

[stuckinroom302]

[[ ooc: ... //watches murphy and sewell bec. I have no life and my brain is kinda dead.// Yep! I definitely feel like playing downpour now ]]

[aquaticdelusion]

So, we have a deal or no, cupcake?

”..Fine.” 

[stuckinroom302]

Murphy, my little cupcake. Wait - you're not Murphy.

“Murphy? Cupcake? who?” 

[aquaticdelusion]

Hard time.

Four walls, three of them solid concrete. He'd been in this cell for little over a month. Stripped of everything buck his black t-shirt, shoes, pants and his dog-tags. The bed in the cell left vicious bruising on his body; his legs, hips and back, but that pain was nothing compared to the throbbing headache. 

Currently, he was nursing an ugly black eye and a fat split lip from Sewell's last encounter with him only days ago. 

The stay in this prison was just that -- a stay in a prison. Strangely enough, Sewell allowed him to shower alone and eat alone, but the latter was done in his cell. He'd had his fair share of encounters with the other inmates. Their disgusting hands leaving bloodied scratches on his forearms and hands as they clawed their way through the bars to get to the 'fresh meat'. 

Alex stood at the bars again, gripping the cold metal in his sore hands. 

"Hello? Anyone?"