Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-38248322-20190122210402/@comment-38255726-20190124075958

 Part 2

Brief quietness sat, and with ms. lick staring angerly that brief quietness couldn't have felt more awkwardly uncomfortable. Thankfully it was broken by a guard, that of which was opening the cell.

"Head to the Canteen, we can not guide you there as we are low on free staff because of orientation, if you chose not to, you shall be punished for disobeying." He said so starkly. His voice was gravely and deep, which made it boom back and forth in the cell. So we made our way to the Canteen, I pondered my actual sentence length as it was not told to me beforehand.

On the way there stood a large magic screen. That of which counted as a leaderboard for prisoners. Showing infamous Mamono, humans and those who tended to pander the most to the Order in an attempt to either lessen their sentence or gain sympathy / a status boost inside the prison. A familiar set of names stood near the bottom, when I'd realized that it was the holstuarus family I'd tried to protect, My mood faltered slightly. I felt guilty, I felt that it was my fault they are imprisoned here. Another name stuck out like a thorn though.

'''It was my name... '''

Beside it said "Arrested for treason" and my punishment beside that. it said either death or 30 years without parole. That sure left a bitterness in my mouth and venom on my tongue. I couldn't even touch the slop that was poured onto my plate, the sting that I'm going to be in my late 50's before I even leave this place stuck deep in my skin like a bullet. I hoped that I could apologize to those I got here by accident but they weren't here. Both the guilt and the helplessness struck deep. very deep.

"Why are you here," I said, "What'cha do to get yourself stuck here." 

Above me laid my cellmate, she remained silent. At least for a while, after I was about to stop asking, shrug it off and leave her alone she began to speak.

"I was arrested for trying to do my thing,"  she sighed, '"I was hungry, and the person I wanted to feed on was going to be mine." '

her voice grew shaky, ' "I loved him..." ' ,  "H-He betrayed me..."

soon that shakiness turned into sobbing, and sobbing into crying. I did my best to comfort her because that's what made me feel better about myself. Or at least that's what I thought that.

Night soon arrived. The first day went quick, a punch in the stomach and everywhere else but not unbearable. Guilt still hung high in the back of my head but it stayed towards the back, and I could deal with that, unlike the heat. Even with a breeze it still was painstakingly hot in here so I began to undress for the night. Tomorrow we would be assigned jobs, Today was orientation. I ended up crying myself to sleep because there was no other way I could shut my eyes.

Dreams exhibited themselves rich and resplendent, all vivid and picturesque to my wandering eyes in the green planes of my mind. I felt wind brushing through my hair and heard the crickets twirp and cheep in the night while I slept in the tight embrace of that young Holstaur girl's chest. The soft skin laying against my scruffy face felt calming, felt safe. Day and night spun like a top unending in continuous swirls of reds, yellows and blacks and whites.

I looked up at her face. Her lips looked soft. She began to close in for a kiss and once our lips met, I woke up. My lips against the filthlicker's.

she giggled, laying atop me and my bare chest, "thank you," she said brushing the hair away from her flushed-red face. She began to go in for another kiss but I brought my hand against her head.

beginning to stare at her in confusion, I held my hand firmly in place.

'"h-hey!","Stop it, you meanie!" 'she whined. "I was doing you a favor, jeez..." 

A favor huh.

Morning arrived as soon as night. A different guard than from before led us to the canteen for breakfast and after that to a presentation room. We were given a test to see what job would be most appropriate for each individual person. The room itself stood high bathed in torchlight, cracked stone bricks laid upon each other much unlike the cell's flat concrete like walls. Vines crept down cracks that sat unfulfilled by the outside growths of Ivy that'd climb the walls in precious green patterns.

What even is that Akaname's^ name?

My head was opaque much like the glass from processing, unclear, but clear enough for me to speak.

I ended up with a metal den job. Sounds tough huh. My cellmate got laundry which I'd say fits preeetty damn well. I wonder how difficult my job will really be. Maybe I can take my experiences with me and become a famous metalworker that be it my fate doesn't end me via being executed. I rather not think of the latter though, as death is a scary thing.

The workshop smelled of sulfur, sweat and burning. My job is to carry crates of scrap metal from a truck to a sorting table, then that to one many furnace workers depending on the metal sorted where they take care of the rest i.e melting the metal into ingots, which (after cooling of course) I load up and sort back into the crates which are loaded back up onto the truck to be taken to place that can use them. The first day was a pain in the ass. Difficult to reach the directed quota but I managed. I also was able to apologize. To lift the small load of guilt off the back off my head, as one of my several coworkers was that Holstaur girl.

She was happy to see me, flustered even. It felt to see her good, she looked as cute as ever. I got her name too... Bluebell.

Lunchtime had hit, the work I'd been doing kicked me up for seconds and even thirds, my body sore from the harsh backbreaking work. from moving on constant without rest. After lunchtime, yard and showertime arrived. The summer day was cooler than usual, so after my shower and me redressing myself I hung out outside. Spoke to Bluebell,  Hung out with my other coworkers as well.

Akaname^ gal stuck by my side nearly the whole time we were out there. Suppose I'm not interested in her? I'd be lying to myself if I said I wasn't attracted to her at all. Maybe I'm just being generous to myself, maybe she feels like she can use me. Her name.

I still don't know her name.

what's next?

catch it later in part 3 ahaha