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elite_muses RP Prompt: Rumors
Aug. 4th, 2006 03:05 pm"I'm tellin' you, Fish...dat's what I been hearin'. Pope's out, Bellick's in...he's gonna make the announcement in a couple days, then all our asses is grass, comprendes?"
Michael shook his head, glancing around as his jaw tightened and relaxed rapidly, teeth clicking dully in his own head with the nervous action. With Bellick in place, this escape wasn't going anywhere...hell, if Bellick had his way Lincoln would die days earlier.
"It's a stupid rumor...I wouldn't pay it much heed." Michael finally replied to Sucre as they strolled across the yard.
"You do what you want, but I'm seriously stressin' over here. You know Latinos got higher blood pressure than you white boys, right?"
Michael had to resist rolling his eyes at that, marveling not for the first time at how Sucre managed to put things in such blunt perspective and still make them palatable. The truth was, the rumor mill in a place like this could be frighteningly accurate...mainly because men in prison don't have much else to do but serve time and watch their own backs. Often, that meant watching the bulls and up...a power play like this could make or break some men.
Including Lincoln Burrows.
Salvation came out of the corner of his eye as he spotted a slim, red-haired form emerging from a building near the fence. The sudden spur of energy that came courtesy of a small rush of adrenaline he tried to ignore...excitement wasn't going to get him anywhere, and Sara Tancredi wasn't supposed to do that to him. He was supposed to do that to her instead.
Catching Sucre's eye, Michael nodded to him and broke away from his cellie, heading towards the fence with his hands in his pockets, doing his best to look friendly and unassuming as he called out to her. "Dr. Tancredi!"
Michael shook his head, glancing around as his jaw tightened and relaxed rapidly, teeth clicking dully in his own head with the nervous action. With Bellick in place, this escape wasn't going anywhere...hell, if Bellick had his way Lincoln would die days earlier.
"It's a stupid rumor...I wouldn't pay it much heed." Michael finally replied to Sucre as they strolled across the yard.
"You do what you want, but I'm seriously stressin' over here. You know Latinos got higher blood pressure than you white boys, right?"
Michael had to resist rolling his eyes at that, marveling not for the first time at how Sucre managed to put things in such blunt perspective and still make them palatable. The truth was, the rumor mill in a place like this could be frighteningly accurate...mainly because men in prison don't have much else to do but serve time and watch their own backs. Often, that meant watching the bulls and up...a power play like this could make or break some men.
Including Lincoln Burrows.
Salvation came out of the corner of his eye as he spotted a slim, red-haired form emerging from a building near the fence. The sudden spur of energy that came courtesy of a small rush of adrenaline he tried to ignore...excitement wasn't going to get him anywhere, and Sara Tancredi wasn't supposed to do that to him. He was supposed to do that to her instead.
Catching Sucre's eye, Michael nodded to him and broke away from his cellie, heading towards the fence with his hands in his pockets, doing his best to look friendly and unassuming as he called out to her. "Dr. Tancredi!"
