Post by Cansi on Jun 9, 2011 17:48:47 GMT -5
There was something utterly humiliating about being treated like a piece of meat by the guards here. Tekaine had thought he was used to it- a male prostitute didn't exactly get a lot of real affection, after all- but this was entirely different. Being stripped, scrubbed, and shorn of hair with this clinical efficiency had him feeling almost as nauseous as the remaining alcohol in his system. The petite man sat in the chair, head bowed and offering no resistance as the last locks of jet-black hair scattered down his still-naked shoulders. He hadn't had much hair to begin with, but it was all gone now.
"Looks like a duster," one of the guards said, after critically examining the sunken facial features and skin-and-bones body. None of them had spoken a word directly to Tekaine aside from giving him orders- 'hold still' mostly.
"Could be. We'll find out soon enough," another chortled. Of course, the healer-turned-thief understood what they were speculating, and couldn't blame them for the assumption. Still, he didn't speak in his own defense. He was busy swallowing back bile. The quick action of the Dragon Watch after he'd been caught with an egg- he still could hardly believe that he'd been that far gone; he hadn't lifted anything for Turns before this- ensured that he was still more than a little tipsy. The trip between that had delivered him here hadn't sobered him one whit.
The color of the brilliant red suit he was expected to put on did that.
He was marched to a holding cell in the detox area, while the four guards discussed the circumstances of his arrest over his head. "Quiet, isn't he," the first commented dryly as the young man shuffled into the detox cell, went right to the pallet on the floor, and lay down to hide his head under what passed for a pillow. The barred cell door shut with a clang, and there was a muted clink as a key turned the tumblers in the lock.
"M'onk will get him talking. Hey, if you aren't throwing fits by mess time, you just might get a meal." These last words weren't exactly encouraging, but he was on the wrong side of the law... something that would follow him to the end of his days, like as not. Tekaine lay there with his throat and eyes equally burning, wondering sickly what would happen to him here, as the footsteps of the guards faded away. If the other inmates ever found out he'd been a prostitute, they'd probably bully the shards out of him to get those services for free. Certainly he had no intention of fighting anyone. (What was the point, when they'd just clobber him anyway?)
It was gonna be a long twenty-four hours, that much was certain.
"Looks like a duster," one of the guards said, after critically examining the sunken facial features and skin-and-bones body. None of them had spoken a word directly to Tekaine aside from giving him orders- 'hold still' mostly.
"Could be. We'll find out soon enough," another chortled. Of course, the healer-turned-thief understood what they were speculating, and couldn't blame them for the assumption. Still, he didn't speak in his own defense. He was busy swallowing back bile. The quick action of the Dragon Watch after he'd been caught with an egg- he still could hardly believe that he'd been that far gone; he hadn't lifted anything for Turns before this- ensured that he was still more than a little tipsy. The trip between that had delivered him here hadn't sobered him one whit.
The color of the brilliant red suit he was expected to put on did that.
He was marched to a holding cell in the detox area, while the four guards discussed the circumstances of his arrest over his head. "Quiet, isn't he," the first commented dryly as the young man shuffled into the detox cell, went right to the pallet on the floor, and lay down to hide his head under what passed for a pillow. The barred cell door shut with a clang, and there was a muted clink as a key turned the tumblers in the lock.
"M'onk will get him talking. Hey, if you aren't throwing fits by mess time, you just might get a meal." These last words weren't exactly encouraging, but he was on the wrong side of the law... something that would follow him to the end of his days, like as not. Tekaine lay there with his throat and eyes equally burning, wondering sickly what would happen to him here, as the footsteps of the guards faded away. If the other inmates ever found out he'd been a prostitute, they'd probably bully the shards out of him to get those services for free. Certainly he had no intention of fighting anyone. (What was the point, when they'd just clobber him anyway?)
It was gonna be a long twenty-four hours, that much was certain.
