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[martyrskeeper.livejournal.com]

[Not too far from the temporary Security headquarter, another building has opened its dubious doors - the DR's version of the Detention Center. And somewhere deep within the building, Kiryu is hanging like a puppet in the grip of two officers, his eyes trained to the ground as they drag him along the corridor. His whole body hurts - the beating they've given him for struggling when they had separated him from Yusei has certainly done a number on him. On his left cheek the marker is still burning, along with his pride. It hadn't mattered that there wasn't a higher instance to order the marker - his rebellious behavior had been enough reason for them to burn the ugly thing into his skin.

Finally they reach one of the 'cells', it opens and Kiryu is thrown in, hitting the floor with a thud. There he keeps lying, his body shaking, his hands clenching to fists, silent tears running down his cheeks (he hates them… god he hates them so much; for taking his and everybody's freedom, for thinking themselves so much better, for making their life living hell…)

And the worst thing is that they've taken Yusei. That they have taken him to god knew where; probably readying everything for his execution. And Kiryu can't do anything to stop it. He keeps lying on the ground, he feels helpless and angry and the worst of all: for the first time in so long he just doesn't see a way out.

In his despair, he has yet to notice that he perhaps might have a cellmate?]

[ooc: To avoid confusion: This is still Martyr!Kiryu (shatteredleader), he just got a new account for icon space. :D]

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[imprisondmartyr.livejournal.com]

[And in that cell is the very same Yuusei you're worried about, sitting (sitting is a strong word, it's more like he's propped up on the bed). Until Security could find the proper facilities for the execution to take place, he'd have to wait there...

Regardless, he hasn't noticed that you've been forced into the room, Kiryuu-he doesn't seem to have heard much at all, what with his empty eyes staring down at the ground and his blank expression...]

[martyrskeeper.livejournal.com]

[Kiryu draws a shaky, deep breath just before dragging himself on his knees and over to the wall, almost falling against it. He groans lowly, pain throbbing dully through his body as he stares over to the other wall. He too has yet to noticed Yusei.]

[imprisondmartyr.livejournal.com]

[Yuusei looks up at the groan-but quickly looks down again-it wasn't Kiryuu, it wasn't...

...It couldn't be. He shouldn't be here with him.

This was another one of hell's tricks, wasn't it?]

[martyrskeeper.livejournal.com]

[Kiryu steadies himself, he can't help the low moan that escapes him when his back is pressed against the soothingly cold wall. He feels weak and small and pathetic and hates every second of it. Security shouldn't be able to make him feel like this, shouldn't be able to reduce him into a mess, like has become now.]

[imprisondmartyr.livejournal.com]

[Meanwhile, Yuusei's shaking more than he was before, trying not to let a sound escape him. It's hard, it's so hard, especially when every fiber of his body is yearning to call out to him-whether it be to cry in gratefulness or joy or anger or hate-his whole body wants to call to him.

It's not long until he lets a hiccup escape him-a small, hollow "hck" that seems (to him) to echo across the empty room, sounding almost like someone choking out a sob.]

[martyrskeeper.livejournal.com]

[Kiryu flinches and tenses when he hears the sound; he had thought himself alone until now. He tries to growl and sound stronger than he actually is, however the actual sound comes out as a bit broken.]

Who's there?

[imprisondmartyr.livejournal.com]

[Yuusei starts when hearing that growl (but what sort of growl was that-it wasn't something that Kiryuu should be making, it should have been strong, not weak like he was now), and makes an attempt to curl further in on himself than he already was, hunching over his seat and trying to halt his shaking. The shifting of fabric should be enough to alert you to his presence-he is sitting on the bottom bunk after all, hunched up against the wall like a frightened child...]

[martyrskeeper.livejournal.com]

[Kiryu turns in the direction of that sound of shifting and sees the silhouette of somebody curled up in the corner, feeling slight anger rising as he wonders who was trying to hide himself (and embraced that anger - it was far better to be angry, to feel active than to drown in despair.)]

I asked, who's there!

[imprisondmartyr.livejournal.com]

[Yuusei doesn't answer, instead tucking his head on his knees in an attempt to curl up further. He doesn't want to see, doesn't want to see...]

[martyrskeeper.livejournal.com]

[Another growl escapes him, but then he turns away, leaning back against his wall again.]

Whatever. [He doesn't have the energy to really wonder who was hiding in that corner like a coward. He had to safe it for plotting, for figuring out how to escape and how to find Yusei.]

[imprisondmartyr.livejournal.com]

[Yuusei only quivers, feeling false relief that Kiryuu has turned away from him, not paying him any mind. If Kiryuu wasn't focusing on him, it'd be easier to pretend he wasn't there...right...?]

[martyrskeeper.livejournal.com]

[Meanwhile Kiryu has somewhat settled down, has regained some of his focus again. Never mind his hurting body, never mind the scar that the marker is leaving on his face and his pride - he was still the former leader of Team Satisfaction, no matter how hopeless the situation seemed he wasn't about to give up. (He would fight with all he had, he would struggle, he would make. them. pay.)]

…make them pay…

[But then he shakes his head, horrified how easy he had slipped into that mindset again, how easy it was to hate (even though hate felt good, it was warm and dark and justified and it would never stop being there. Because this is Security and no matter what he would always hate them, always…)]

[imprisondmartyr.livejournal.com]

[Yuusei freezes when he hears that-Kiryuu didn't say that. He didn't. This was his imagination. Everything was false. It was a trick from hell. Right?

And yet...he unintentionally mouths a single word out of desperation.]

No...

[Then he gasps, and covers his traitorous mouth with his hands, horrified. This wasn't real. This wasn't real.]

[letsfuckingplay.livejournal.com]

[Outside of the cells, a visitor leans against the bars. He's been rather bored lately, since the Security officers have calm down their raids. He couldn't feel sorrow for the pair, after all the trouble he went through]

You two are pathetic.

[Harsh words yes, but that was the truth to him]

[martyrskeeper.livejournal.com]

[Inwardly Kiryu groans, things couldn't get any worse it seems. He pushes himself up, glaring angrily to where he's heard his doubles voice (because anger is easy and good, it doesn't make him feel quite as helpless).]

Fuck off.

[letsfuckingplay.livejournal.com]

[Kiryu only presses against the bars, his metal collar making a metallic noise against it. He's calm, since he knows Security can't mess with him and neither could the other double]

How does it feel to be on the other side?

[martyrskeeper.livejournal.com]

[He narrows his eyes angrily, he's sitting up now, his lips curling into what is supposed to be a mocking smile.]

I dunno yet. You'd know better than me.

[letsfuckingplay.livejournal.com]

[He isn't going to falter, instead only gripping the bars tighter]

Tch well then you're in for a lot of fun double ~

[martyrskeeper.livejournal.com]

[Kiryu snorts as he attempts to push himself into standing position.]

I figured as much. Want to give me any pointers on how it's not done?

Mind if I date this before his first post?

[headlesshobo.livejournal.com]

[Kiryu does - and he smells. Badly. Security hadn't allowed him to take a shower, much less splash water on himself. Still, if he's put out by it, he doesn't look it. Seventeen years in and out of prison will do that to a man - and there are perks to that, whether or not one realizes it. Like, for example, they always have an extra meal waiting just in case you get arrested again.

So, the overpowering smell of body odor might be replaced by the slightly more palatable smell of prison food being placed on a bench as the bearded, marked hobo comes over to look you over.]

You all right there, kid?

Not at all :D

[martyrskeeper.livejournal.com]

[Kiryu lifts his head at the voice, wrinkling his nose a bit at the smell. He's used to slightly neglected hygiene from the time when he had gathered followers in the B.A.D., but even they had seen water once in a while. He growls slightly at being called kid as he pushes himself into somewhat upright position.]

Just peachy.

[headlesshobo.livejournal.com]

Hn.

Want a bite? I won't be eating it all.

[martyrskeeper.livejournal.com]

[He drags himself over to the wall, relaxing against it a little, closing his eyes just for a moment.]

No, thanks. [He might be a bit hungry, but he feels far too tired… far too defeated to eat right now.]

[headlesshobo.livejournal.com]

Ok then.

[He puts it fully aside with his one arm; he's still a little hungry, but he didn't need all that much right now. Just enough to keep him awake and alert. He seems oddly undisturbed about being here.]

Looks like Security's doing another roundup. Not surprising, they do this to us tramps all the time.

[martyrskeeper.livejournal.com]

[Kiryu doesn't commend this, instead he draws his knees to his chest, hugging them close. He shakes a bit as his thoughts spiral into circles of despair, of helplessness - what is he supposed to do, how is he supposed to keep his promises locked up like this - and the far darker part of him hisses in anger and hate (how dare they, to mark him like an animal, how dare they to take Yusei, when Yusei hasn't done anything, when Yusei cannot even defend himself, how dare they to be this arrogant, to disregarded them (him) as trash?).]