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EUN JAE: bambam!! EUN JAE:

EUN JAE: he sees all!!! EUN JAE: 😊😊😊😊

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sooner or later God'll cut you down || THE CELLMATE INTRODUCTION.

@xbvmbi & @kcmorcbi

there were two other civilians already in the cell as he was dragged in. two of which he’d never had the pleasure of meeting, nor would he have met if this wasn’t a current situation. processing was the absolute worst experience in his entire life— thus far. boy did he not know about the big storm a coming.  

he could remember so many hands subduing his thrashing as the image of his sister faded out of his consciousness. he remembered calling out her name— though she hadn’t time to process it was his voice. he remembered seeing a guard grab her by her wrist and it was enough to strike a charge in his steps, but he was too late.

they took his personal belongings. they took his name. they took his fingerprints. they took his clothing and replaced it with a rather cheap looking prison suit. they took his glasses. but the one thing they shouldn’t have taken was his sister. she was innocent— he’d told them. she wasn’t a part of the syndicate. she wasn’t a hero. she was a civilian— an innocent bystander— she was at the wrong place at the wrong fucking time. he lied for her. she hadn’t any superpowers, no. he was the one with the stupid abilities. he could control filth. he could kill a person by infecting their wounds and increase decomposition at extremely fast rates, and if he were making it out alive they’d see it first hand. they didn’t have to ask twice. he was the bad guy. just. let. her. go.

he’d take the blame. this wouldn’t be Mexico, again.

he was shoved into the cell by the scruff on his neck, a power negation collar snug just below his chin and an already busted lip from the disrespectful words that flew out of his mouth the moment hands were placed on him. and boy did they not stop.

“THIS ISN’T MY SISTER’S CELL. I SAID I WANTED TO SEE MY SISTER.”

even as he entered the cell, the worries of her well-being plagued his mind. she was the only importance.  and yes, he was speaking to the doves, obviously, however, there were only two other people near him to hear his complaints. in his frustration he offered an off-balanced kick to the barred door of the cell.  soon after others followed. he could kick the door down, right?