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I noticed a prison guard heading our way and motioned for the others to be quiet. The prison guard came over with a smile plastered on her face. The guards always smiled about everything. It was unnerving, which was probably their intent. They were always looking concerned about things too. Pretending to care if you hurt yourself. Now she was pretending to care that we eat. Now she was pretending to care that we go to dinner. We exchanged looks of digust but attempted to look enthused at the prospect of dinner, knowing all the while how terrible the food would be. They fed us some sort of porridge, day in and day out. Jaws had to drink hers with a straw and Owl was wheeled into the dining area and force-fed by one of the guards.
It made for difficulty in continuing to plan over dinner. Jaws, Dancer, and even Wizard always seemed a little disgusted by Owl's prescence, but I like having him around. As much as I hated that they were forcing him to eat against his weill, I didn't want him to starve himself to death either. He never told me so, but I think he was ready to die. He couldn't handle being imprisoned. It's what reduced him to blinking, always blinking. So he gave up. The only thing keeping him alive was the prison guards and their overseers. They wanted him to suffer for some reason. They wanted us all to suffer though we could never figure out why. They wanted us all to be miserable for some reason, but what that reason was is a mystery to us, even Wizard.
Owl's been here the longest. Then Dancer, then Wizard, then Jaws. I'm the newest and the most hopeful. Dancer says it's because I haven't gotten my guts ripped out often enough to be disillusioned yet. He and Wizard have tried to escape before and gotten their guts ripped out as a result. Of course they were patched up afterwards. The overseers don't want us to leave. Not even through death. Owl frustrates them because he's almost gone. He's found a way around the guards and around death. He gearing up to just let go of his physical form and fly free. I keep hoping that if we escape soon enough, he'll be able to recover.
I spoon my porridge mechanically. The guard force-feeding Owl mockingly asks me if I'm enjoying me chicken stew. I'm angry. "If this is chicken stew, I'm a screaming howler monkey from outerspace." Dancer cringes and looks nervously at the guard. he tells her it's good chicken stew and nudge me under the table. He give me a nudge under the table and accompanies it with a warning glare.
It made for difficulty in continuing to plan over dinner. Jaws, Dancer, and even Wizard always seemed a little disgusted by Owl's prescence, but I like having him around. As much as I hated that they were forcing him to eat against his weill, I didn't want him to starve himself to death either. He never told me so, but I think he was ready to die. He couldn't handle being imprisoned. It's what reduced him to blinking, always blinking. So he gave up. The only thing keeping him alive was the prison guards and their overseers. They wanted him to suffer for some reason. They wanted us all to suffer though we could never figure out why. They wanted us all to be miserable for some reason, but what that reason was is a mystery to us, even Wizard.
Owl's been here the longest. Then Dancer, then Wizard, then Jaws. I'm the newest and the most hopeful. Dancer says it's because I haven't gotten my guts ripped out often enough to be disillusioned yet. He and Wizard have tried to escape before and gotten their guts ripped out as a result. Of course they were patched up afterwards. The overseers don't want us to leave. Not even through death. Owl frustrates them because he's almost gone. He's found a way around the guards and around death. He gearing up to just let go of his physical form and fly free. I keep hoping that if we escape soon enough, he'll be able to recover.
I spoon my porridge mechanically. The guard force-feeding Owl mockingly asks me if I'm enjoying me chicken stew. I'm angry. "If this is chicken stew, I'm a screaming howler monkey from outerspace." Dancer cringes and looks nervously at the guard. he tells her it's good chicken stew and nudge me under the table. He give me a nudge under the table and accompanies it with a warning glare.
