[open; morning, before the event]

[beansprout]

One week. One week that he'd been here, and it was already worse than the two months he'd spent in that other prison before being transferred

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[knightofangst]

Suzaku saw the child, it made him angry that such a place like this one that cared neither about killing or maiming it's prisoners would hold a child. That wasn't to say that Suzaku automaticaly assumed the child was innocent. After all he looked about the age Suzaku had been when he killed his brother. But Euphemia was here and she did not deserve death so Suzaku didn't automatically assume the child was deserving of this place either.

"Taste discusting?" He asked, he had not eaten his, he was not going to eat his. If it was decided that he was to die for his crimes he would die and that would be that, none of this playing games, having their lives dangled in front of them like they were some reward for good behaviour.

[beansprout]

Fletcher's nose was still wrinkled up, and he nodded when he heard the question, looking up at the man who'd asked. "It--it's really bitter..."

[knightofangst]

Suzaku nodded, "Most medicine is," he said quietly. He remembered being this boys age, having killed his brother being terrified he would end up in prison, all alone without anyone. Abandoned by everyone he loved. "Are you alright? This place is quite scary." Maybe that wasn't the best thing to say, maybe the boy was trying to forget that!

[beansprout]

He nodded and looked back down at his lap. "I... I'm fine. Th-thank you." He shrugged. "It is scary..."

[mybroisthebest]

Minatsuki was lazing around the common room to waste time until the event began when she spotted a familiar face. It was the brat she met out in the courtyard a few days back. Fletcher, she remembered. He looked like he'd just eaten shit or something. Probably his antidote candy--she took hers the day before just to be on the safe side and was well aware of how fucking nasty they were. Calling something so gross 'candy'...was that some kind of sick humor from the people who ran this freakshow?

Silently, she headed over to him and sat down, looking concerned. "Do you really think we'll die if we don't eat those...?"

[beansprout]

Fletcher looked over at Minatsuki when she sat down, clutching the empty wrapper in his hand. "I... I don't know. I thought it had to be a joke at first, but..."

[After his penalty game]

[just_like_daddy]

Russel was waiting in Fletcher's room for him when he had come back from the penalty game. He couldn't watch it. Once he knew what was coming, he tried to hold steady, but then he just squeezed his eyes shut. But he listened. Oh, did he listen. He couldn't protect him. It was Fletcher's gentle heart that had landed him in that chair, and Russel was going to try and salvage what of it he could.

[beansprout]

When the penalty game was over, Fletcher was escorted back to his cell by a pair of guards. Whether or not they would have let him walk off on his own if he tried, he didn't know; he was limp and listless the whole way there.

He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, but without a voice all he could make were incoherent sounds, and besides that, it hurt. So he was silent the whole way, and silent some more once he was deposited in his room. He was surprised, though, to see Russel there. Predictably enough, he clung to him and started to cry silently.

[just_like_daddy]

Russel held him tight, and ran a hand over the back of his head. "You'll be alright. I'm here." He kind of wished he'd had the forethought to buy a pen and notebook on the way here. But he was too distracted.

[beansprout]

Fletcher just shook his head. How could he be all right in a place like this? Today it was his voice box, Friday it might be something else. He might even just die. They both might.

Maybe it was for the better that he couldn't speak. He'd be bombarding Russel with questions -- How is it going to be alright, what are we going to do, why are they doing this -- that he knew he couldn't answer.