catch-all; cross my heart then I hope to die with a peace of mind

[prisonking]

who: Michael Scofield + Various
what: Catch-all
when: March, pre and post underground mission
where: City planning, communal Housing, et al.
warnings: Possible mentions of self-harm, drug use, child abuse, and mental illness. Potential acts of violence.

Starters in comments. PM if you'd like to start something.

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[diagenesis]

[Elevators are a convenience. Not one he chances to indulge in often, or carelessly. He is neither superstitious nor mistrustful, but he is a hard man by nature and necessity. Hard men stay so by eschewing shortcuts.

But he is sporting an injury today - one hidden by dressings and clothing but that has nevertheless put a stutter in his confident gait - and he is neither too prideful nor too stubborn to acknowledge that rest will allow it quicker healing. He is not a young man, and old pirates do not become so by force of will alone.

He nods to the other man in acknowledgement. When the elevator stops, it merits no more than a 'hm'. He stoops slightly to investigate the paneling, though he is hardly so savvy to the modernity of the machine to be able to divine an immediate fix for the issue.]

Michael.

[A faint upward twitch of his eyebrow. His appearance is too remarkable to go unremarked, though James is rather lacking in sympathy for its disheveled nature. In an aside, as he presses a button,]

You look as if you've been busy.