Apr 21, 2020 19:15:39 GMT -6
honey, don't play a nasty game with me.
I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
I don't wanna get hurt well lookin' for love.
[attr="class","isidoretalker"]After stationing himself cross-legged on a concrete floor, Isidore failed to maintain track of the expected meal. Without an answer, he decided to ask the guards to retrieve Krueger’s dinner to assure the prisoner’s health. A proper solution to the inquiry could be provided upon the arrival of the consumables. Minutes after the request, the sounds of shoes tapping on concrete echoed down the corridor of cells, growing louder with every rhythmic thud. The dull brown eyes of the spirit observed the guard’s approach to the cell. There was hope this attempt to persuade Krueger to eat would go well.
The guard, a lanky man with a slim face and greasy blond hair glanced between the closed-cell and Isidore. There was confusion evident on the blond guard’s face as he attempted to assess the situation. Hours ago they were threatening Krueger with an ugly piece of tubbing with a bag attached and now a plate was being marched down. Compared to the previous forceful and tense circumstances, the situation was notched down several degrees from the heated boil it was. Threats thrown through iron bars had ceased, allowing for an unexpected calmness to enter the area of confinement for Krueger.
Furthermore, the blender and food tube was returned to the medical ward where it could be cleaned and used more purposefully. The guard’s fish-like eyes finally landed on Isidore, searching for instruction.
“Slide it in, he agreed to eat,” Isidore quietly explained.
With those words, the fish-eyed guard hastily nodded, balancing the tray on a single hand. The hand’s partner fumbled for the cell keys, eventually grabbing them to unlock the jail cell. The door was opened with a soft squeak as the guard entered and set Krueger’s tray down. Afterwards, he hastily scurried out and locked the door before heading down the hallway. The spirit’s eyes watched him for a second before accomplishing an unimpressed eye roll and returning to Krueger. The black-haired young medic watched as the Assembly soldier approached the tray and began eating.
A gentle smile embraced Isidore’s countenance when he finally witnessed Krueger eating. The phantom-esk pain finally dissipated from his stomach as the blue-haired man ate.
“Is it good?” Isidore asked, grinning.
Happiness was available in the spirit’s voice as he eased. The starving prisoner was consuming his meal, meaning he would be spared from further hunger afflictions. A few steps away from the cell were taken to stretch Isidore’s legs. Several hours of praying for mercy from a ruthless, hard floor maintained some stiffness in his legs and soreness in his bottom. Time passed as Krueger ate, finishing the contents of his tray and pushing it towards the door. Pleasant words escaped the blue-haired man’s mouth as he lumbered towards his bed. It was fun chatting with you.
Several heartbeats skipped inside Isidore’s chest because of the words stated. The man who he assumed was his soulmate ENJOYED THEIR CONVERSATION! Already over-zealous thoughts of relationships and marriage filtered through Isidore’s head as his cheeks turned a pale red.
“I enjoyed talking to you too,” he responded cheerfully as he turned away.
A guard would arrive later to unlock the cell and fetch the emptied containers of food. Meanwhile, the spirit would retreat, a skip in his step and a broad smile on his face. He would take the remainder of the evening off and spend a wonderful night with his family. Alas, all through the night thoughts of fantasized versions of a princely Krueger existed in his mind.
Days passed since the magnificent day Isidore became acquainted with his presumed soulmate, Harrison Acaster, according to the TRS records. The name of the infamous Krueger was something stowed in their database, alas, little information was provided. Fortunately, Isidore was given some basics about his recent patient and love curiosity. The man was a giant, his birthday was March 15th and around his age, however, those were among the limits of the knowledge gathered. A majority of the TRS information was based upon the man’s crimes up until his capture.
Merrily, Isidore entered the medical ward, tucking his items into his locker before heading down to the prison block to greet his patient. Excitement tingled through his nerves as he descended the stairs, expression bright. His shoes hit the concrete flooring of the prison area. His dull brown eyes taking a glance around before navigating the hallways to Krueger's cell. The blue-haired man was eating regularly, but Isidore still took the liberty to assess his progress and assure everything was operating smoothly.
As he walked the TRS prison corridors, his eyes noticed an older man walking ahead of him. There was nothing out of place about the individual in question, the TRS uniform around his shoulders keeping the spirit silent. Yet, their turns were matched, Isidore seemingly following the stranger. Peculiar, but the ward medic shrugged off what he assumed was a coincidence. Alas, when they arrived to the area that contained Krueger, the man began shouting. The field medic moved closer, confusion etching on his features as he realized the man was speaking to the Assembly soldier...
Rather than use the name Krueger or Harrison, he referred to the imprisoned man as 'Lambert'. The words being shouted implied the man Isidore believed was his soulmate was assumed dead before reappearing as Krueger? The spirit glanced between the stranger and "Krueger", befuddlement obvious as he attempted to make sense of the situation. The exchange continued, a single word clearing the endless torrent of questions, twin.
"Twin..." Isidore whispered before looking at the older man. "W-wait... so he isn't Kruger? He's... his twin?"
The black-haired medic inquired, craving clarity about the entire situation. If this was the blue-haired soldier's twin, then it meant he was not starting to find interest in an Assembly member. Although, it also meant his facts gathering was time he could have invested in conversing with his assumed soulmate... Either way, Isidore discovered relief in the revelation about his recent curiosity.
Perhaps they could be a normal couple and regularly attend dates without people whispering behind their backs! The notion brought excitement into the spirit's heart and soon confusion shifted to a hopeful smile.
The guard, a lanky man with a slim face and greasy blond hair glanced between the closed-cell and Isidore. There was confusion evident on the blond guard’s face as he attempted to assess the situation. Hours ago they were threatening Krueger with an ugly piece of tubbing with a bag attached and now a plate was being marched down. Compared to the previous forceful and tense circumstances, the situation was notched down several degrees from the heated boil it was. Threats thrown through iron bars had ceased, allowing for an unexpected calmness to enter the area of confinement for Krueger.
Furthermore, the blender and food tube was returned to the medical ward where it could be cleaned and used more purposefully. The guard’s fish-like eyes finally landed on Isidore, searching for instruction.
“Slide it in, he agreed to eat,” Isidore quietly explained.
With those words, the fish-eyed guard hastily nodded, balancing the tray on a single hand. The hand’s partner fumbled for the cell keys, eventually grabbing them to unlock the jail cell. The door was opened with a soft squeak as the guard entered and set Krueger’s tray down. Afterwards, he hastily scurried out and locked the door before heading down the hallway. The spirit’s eyes watched him for a second before accomplishing an unimpressed eye roll and returning to Krueger. The black-haired young medic watched as the Assembly soldier approached the tray and began eating.
A gentle smile embraced Isidore’s countenance when he finally witnessed Krueger eating. The phantom-esk pain finally dissipated from his stomach as the blue-haired man ate.
“Is it good?” Isidore asked, grinning.
Happiness was available in the spirit’s voice as he eased. The starving prisoner was consuming his meal, meaning he would be spared from further hunger afflictions. A few steps away from the cell were taken to stretch Isidore’s legs. Several hours of praying for mercy from a ruthless, hard floor maintained some stiffness in his legs and soreness in his bottom. Time passed as Krueger ate, finishing the contents of his tray and pushing it towards the door. Pleasant words escaped the blue-haired man’s mouth as he lumbered towards his bed. It was fun chatting with you.
Several heartbeats skipped inside Isidore’s chest because of the words stated. The man who he assumed was his soulmate ENJOYED THEIR CONVERSATION! Already over-zealous thoughts of relationships and marriage filtered through Isidore’s head as his cheeks turned a pale red.
“I enjoyed talking to you too,” he responded cheerfully as he turned away.
A guard would arrive later to unlock the cell and fetch the emptied containers of food. Meanwhile, the spirit would retreat, a skip in his step and a broad smile on his face. He would take the remainder of the evening off and spend a wonderful night with his family. Alas, all through the night thoughts of fantasized versions of a princely Krueger existed in his mind.
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Days passed since the magnificent day Isidore became acquainted with his presumed soulmate, Harrison Acaster, according to the TRS records. The name of the infamous Krueger was something stowed in their database, alas, little information was provided. Fortunately, Isidore was given some basics about his recent patient and love curiosity. The man was a giant, his birthday was March 15th and around his age, however, those were among the limits of the knowledge gathered. A majority of the TRS information was based upon the man’s crimes up until his capture.
Merrily, Isidore entered the medical ward, tucking his items into his locker before heading down to the prison block to greet his patient. Excitement tingled through his nerves as he descended the stairs, expression bright. His shoes hit the concrete flooring of the prison area. His dull brown eyes taking a glance around before navigating the hallways to Krueger's cell. The blue-haired man was eating regularly, but Isidore still took the liberty to assess his progress and assure everything was operating smoothly.
As he walked the TRS prison corridors, his eyes noticed an older man walking ahead of him. There was nothing out of place about the individual in question, the TRS uniform around his shoulders keeping the spirit silent. Yet, their turns were matched, Isidore seemingly following the stranger. Peculiar, but the ward medic shrugged off what he assumed was a coincidence. Alas, when they arrived to the area that contained Krueger, the man began shouting. The field medic moved closer, confusion etching on his features as he realized the man was speaking to the Assembly soldier...
Rather than use the name Krueger or Harrison, he referred to the imprisoned man as 'Lambert'. The words being shouted implied the man Isidore believed was his soulmate was assumed dead before reappearing as Krueger? The spirit glanced between the stranger and "Krueger", befuddlement obvious as he attempted to make sense of the situation. The exchange continued, a single word clearing the endless torrent of questions, twin.
"Twin..." Isidore whispered before looking at the older man. "W-wait... so he isn't Kruger? He's... his twin?"
The black-haired medic inquired, craving clarity about the entire situation. If this was the blue-haired soldier's twin, then it meant he was not starting to find interest in an Assembly member. Although, it also meant his facts gathering was time he could have invested in conversing with his assumed soulmate... Either way, Isidore discovered relief in the revelation about his recent curiosity.
Perhaps they could be a normal couple and regularly attend dates without people whispering behind their backs! The notion brought excitement into the spirit's heart and soon confusion shifted to a hopeful smile.
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