I get that this place is supposed to be a second chance. Some all-powerful superbeing picks and chooses who gets to be locked up forever, and we're all supposed to be happy about it, 'cause golly! We're not dead.

But life's a bitch and sometimes bad stuff just happens. Maybe dying at twenty-four wasn't in my plans, but I screwed up and that's what I got. I made my choices, I have to live with them. Or die with them, whatever. I don't need a glorified boat captain telling me what I did was wrong.

So get this, whoever cares: I don't want a second chance. I don't want to be here.


[private to Adam]

Tell me something only you would know. Something from before here.

I'm not like him.

Peter, please don't

I hate you.


[private to Adam]

... Adam?
 

[ooc: At around 3am, there was a scream from Elle's cell, followed by banging on the bars and some sobbing. It's easy to presume she had a nightmare. After this, she was pacing and kicking the bars all night. If you were listening closely, you might have been able to hear some very soft crying. It all sounded perfectly genuine. In the morning, this appears:]


I can't stay here. You don't understand what this is doing to me. Please, I didn't mean to be bad, I'll be better, I won't be a disappointment anymore, but you need to let me out. I'll be good, I promise, I need it back please please I don't like it in here, let me go. I swear I'll try not to be weak anymore, I'll be tougher. I need it back, please I can't live without it, it's mine I need it, I swear I'll be better but I can't be here I need to leave and I need it back please please it's all I have.


[ooc: Elle has very carefully written out a monologue she feels sounds like herself on a particularly bad day. She has then carefully crossed it off so it's still legible, but it looks like she doesn't want it to be legible. It's faked well enough that you'd have to be a professional profiler or Adam to figure out that she's up to something.

About ten minutes later, she writes:]


Tony? I... I really need a favor.