Đɑɳɳɑ Ɉѻɳeᶊ
"Ϻy ɳɑme'ᶊ 'Đɑy-ɳɑ' nѻt 'Đɑɳ-ɳɑ'."
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It iᶊ ɳѻt iɳ tɧe ✬ᶊtɑrᶊ✬ tѻ ɧѻld ѻυr deᶊtiɳy bυt iɳ ѻυrᶊelveᶊ.-Williɑm Shɑkeᶊpeɑre
Ϻѻѻd:
Cѻmpɑɳy:
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Danna sighed as he sat in his cell, he was barefooted, clothed in the lightest clothes that he'd ever seen. He knew why, he was a killer, he wasn't to be trusted farther then he could be thrown. He sighed as he jingled the cuffs on his wrists, eye balling the nervous guard. He smirked as he shook them again, watching the skittish guard jump and look over at him. He chuckled and leaned back, resting his shoulders against the cold stone wall that ran around three sides of the room. "You know, I don't bite." He murmured as he yawned and closed his eyes. He wasn't happy about where he was, but it was better then being on death row, and he knew that there was no escaping that, not with the casual way that he'd shrugged when he'd been told the amount of people he'd killed, and had lazily tacked on. "It might be more then that, not sure, didn't really keep track, you know?" As far as society thought of him, he was either a monster, or a vigilante, he didn't think he was either. He simply stopped feeling after Jordan, his lover, had been killed while working.
He opened his eyes as he heard footsteps approach his cell, and his guard mumble, "Thank god you're here to take him, he's a creepy son of a b***h." Well, he resented that, his mother was hardly a b***h, she was rather quite nice. He narrowed a glare at the guard and smirked as he skittered away as fast as he could before turning his attention to the new comer. He reeked of power, he held himself like he was a lord. "Stand up Jones, we don't have all day to wait for you." the man snapped, and Danna already felt himself wanting to strangle the b*****d. He sighed and stood however, he was going to play at being good, for a little bit at least. He walked quietly ahead of man, following the man's guards that were in front of him. He was loaded into the back of a security van, his shackles secured to the floor. He closed his eyes, nervous as the vehicle started. He was starting to realize that there may not be an escape for freedom for a while.
After a long ride, the van ground to a halt, and he was led once more down a series of halls to what he could only describe as a examination room. He waited quietly, flanked by two guards, the man that had come to get him was gone, he didn't thing he even got in that van. He watched apprehensively as a doctor came in, and gave the preliminary exam, humming and hawing as he had his height, weight, and blood pressure measure, before the man smiled, nodded and left again, leaving him to wait once more. Finally, after god knew how long, another doctor came, with a series of shots. Danna tensed and gave the needles a wide eyed look, he didn't do well with needles. After the first shot, he felt drowsy, and slumped forward, battling to keep heavy eyelids open as he snarled silently before succumbing to the drug in his system.
He work up again, and the first thing running through his mind was to get up, to get up and flee. He jerked upwards with his body, crying out sharply at the sudden pain that it caused, and slumping back to the bed, breathing deeply through his nose. He quickly categorized his pains, and he could hear voices, they were fuzzy at the moment, caused by the raging headache that pounded behind closed eyes, or was that some one banging on the door? He groaned as he slowly rolled over, letting himself slip from the bed as though he was boneless, and laid on the cool floor, hand over his mouth as his stomach decided to try and rebel. He took deep breaths, swallowing against the tang of metal and excess of saliva that filled his mouth. He opened his eyes, and scanned the room, before he bolted towards a garbage can, and hunched over it as he gagged and tried to keep the last meal that he'd eaten where he belonged. He hadn't felt this miserable since the last time that he'd tried to drink himself under the table, and even then that hadn't had the full body ache that he felt now.
Once he was sure that he was in control of his body again, he leaned back and looked around the room, and his eyes fell on the blond that he was sure had been banging on the door. He sighed and tilted his head back, so that he watched the man through partial closed eyes, and slightly down his nose, before speaking hoarsely, "You are aware that's useless, right?"
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"Đѻeᶊ tɧe wɑlker chѻѻᶊe tɧe ¸.·´)pɑtɧ(`·.¸ ѻr the pɑtɧ chѻѻᶊe tɧe ¸.·´)wɑlker(`·.¸?”
― Gɑrth Nix