Date Posted:08:03:10 07/26/04 Mon Author: Ice Subject: He was unhappy, he was definitely unhappy, and it wore on his features, clung to his clothes, was completely undeniable. He was led out by a couple of guards who weren't altogether gentle. He had a couple of bruises and a bit of a split lip that hadn't been there when he'd come in - had earned him a day in isolation. He slid into the chair on the other side of the table - not quite sure what to say to her in the grand scheme of things - small talk didn't seem to want to be sufficient. "Baby.." In reply to:
Storm
's message, "
