"Of course I know it ain't gonna last, but you don't have to remind me of that, you asshat." Nadel jabbed back at Ragenard as he began the introductions, giving Snow a cursory glance and accompanying nod. She then presented a physical grimace at Ragenard's closing pun.
The mention of Jacques'...
"Did somebody call for 'trailer trash'?"
Nadel's arrival was highlighted by the expression of pure smugness on her face; in prison, there hadn't been nearly enough opportunities for comedic timing such as this. She took in the faces she could see, and placed an imaginary check next to the one...
As Nadel waited, she couldn’t help but appreciate the full frontal assault occurring on her various senses. Years of seeing the same faces and smelling the same places had made them complacent, and she smiled against the wind that had begun to kick up and the scents it carried.
She smelled the...
Her day, day #3,154, had started like any other - earlier than she had liked, and with a loud sequence of knocks as the guard on rotation for that day dragged their club along the cell bars.
“Get up.”
Nadel waited for the accompanying groan from her cellmate that always followed, but it never...
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