So it's just... over? What happened?


[private to Peter]

Are you okay?


[private to Adam]

Feel like talking a warden into letting you come visit me?


[private to Swing; visible to Howie]

Sorry about all that, you know, cutting you stuff.


[ooc: Since I failed miserably at being online yesterday, I'm going to say Elle slept through the whole thing with a blanket over her head.]

Adam?


[private to Peter]

I need to see you.


[private to Kahlan]

How could you do that to me?



[ooc: For the folks on Level 0, Elle threw a bit of a hissy fit when confession wore off. There was some clanging of bars and throwing things. Maybe an angry shriek or two.]

I didn't do anything! Charlie attacked me!

Do you think I'd have a bloody nose if that bastard hadn't caught me by surprise?

He's just mad that I got the drop on him last time, which I've done my time for, so he showed up at my room and tried to kill me with my own desk chair! I was trying to be nice, I wanted to make peace, but he threw my chair at me and then hit me in the face! I may have thrown a punch but I was trying to defend myself!

Check him - he doesn't have an electrical burn anywhere on him, which he would if I'd attacked first!


And hey Admiral, why don't you punish wardens for using unnecessarily cruel methods to "fix" their inmates, huh?! If we get punished for getting the crap kicked out of us, why don't they get punished for psychologically torturing us?

And who the hell are you to decide who gets redeemed and who doesn't? Not to mention who's capable of helping people like us?! I might not have a spotless track record, but I don't treat people like pawns on a chessboard! You get off on this? Is it some kind of power trip for you? You're not god! You weren't given authority by any kind of higher power or the will of the people! You're just a pathetic little dictator bending people to his will by magic because he can't get them to do what he wants through love or even fear! Why don't you ever show your face? Scared we'll kill you? Scared we'll hate you? If you're not afraid of me, let me out of here, give me my ability back, and give me five minutes alone in a room with you! Leave me in here to rot and all you'll be is a sad little coward playing with his chess pieces!

[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.

[ooc: After marrying Rick and subsequently being killed by Adam during the bank robbery, Elle woke up in the cell block. She ain't a happy camper about all this. Anyone currently in the cell block will be able to hear her shrieking similar things to what she's written at the top of her lungs. And probably pounding on the bars and generally throwing a massive temper tantrum. After about twenty minutes, the screaming finally subsides. Go ahead and thank Peter for the peace and quiet.]


No! No no no no NO NO NO NO!


[written about two minutes later:]

YOU STUPID FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! I HATE YOU! LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KILL YOU!


[written about five minutes after that:]

GIVE IT BACK! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO ME BUT I WANT IT BACK! I NEED IT GIVE IT BACK!