2.1.F.1.C - Roleplay Prompt (with bigkitty75) - (<lj site="livejo

[head_psychic]

1. For whatever in game reasons, you need to steal something. Roleplay the situation from one of these standpoints (or all three in succession if you like):

C. You have been caught, or confronted after the fact, and you have to deal with the consequences or deny.

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"Spencer! You got a visitor."

It might be enough to make an eighteen-year-old open his eyes but not enough by far to make him get up. No, not even solitary confinement is bad enough to get him to face his dad. Yet.



"Tell him to give it up. I'm not gonna talk to him, alright?"

"'s not your dad, Spency."

Shawn groans and shudders at the nickname. "Dude." He shakes his head in pity. "I told you, you have to stop doing that."

The jailer looks affronted. "The hell? You're giving out nicknames all the time, wiseass."

"Yeah. But see, that's the difference. I invent them. You give them a y. And y is a very ingrate letter because it has this little hook that says 'Hang thyself in shame for I am not made for silly nicknames'!" Shawn frowns. "So, who's visiting me?"

Jail-y looks down at his file. "Some college boy. Guster." His eyes still fixed on the paper he misses how the kid's eyes widen at the name. "You want me to tell him to go to hell as well?"

Shawn bites his lip and silences for a moment, thinking. Then he shakes his head. "Nah. I wanna see him."

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Gus eyes the representative of the ever oppressive system of white dominance. This jail guard was a symbol of the man.

The man who currently held his best friend captive, no doubt on trumped up charges that would ultimately prove to be false. Which was one of the reasons Gus skipped his end of the day lecture in Macroeconomics. Only something as important as hearing Shawn's side of the story and helping his buddy out could tear him away from an amazingly cool class like that.

Gus doesn't like how all these guards are giving him funny looks. He's been perfectly congenial at every opportunity, and he's even wearing a tie, and yet he still gets the feeling that these men are judging him, silently condemning him to the fate of his friend and everyone else in the building. They're taking one look at him and mentally adding him in with the rest of the inmates.

Gus swallows a knot of dryness in his throat.

He would not do well in prison.

And this is no place for Shawn either. Finally, finally! When he's allowed into the visitor's area and escorted to a tiny metal chair, next to a depressing looking phone, Gus releases his breath.

At least they aren't going to drag him away and beat him to death... not yet, anyway.