20th September, 10 am. Prison cell.
Sep. 20th, 2012 05:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
therealpm*Peter sits at his desk and stares at the courtyard outside, drumming his heels against the chair legs in a way that he hasn't really been bored enough to do since secondary school. He's finished the paperwork along with his breakfast, drunk the potion, read and reread all the books and is now waiting for Dawn's shift to end so that he can investigate the wards again (she has a nasty habit of checking that he isn't doing anything he shouldn't, something that Lindsay is too trusting and the Tory too terrified to do).
He considers shape shifting again, but although with practice it's got easier, it's still very tiring and he doesn't like having the collar on display for anyone passing by the cell to see, so instead he sits at his desk, drumming his heels, and waiting.*
He considers shape shifting again, but although with practice it's got easier, it's still very tiring and he doesn't like having the collar on display for anyone passing by the cell to see, so instead he sits at his desk, drumming his heels, and waiting.*
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Re: 11 a.m.
Date: 2012-09-20 10:26 pm (UTC)*John storms off through the fireplace, once again leaving Peter unguarded with holes in the wards. John is far too busy plotting to give it a second thought.*
*When John's back in his flat, he gets out his phone. He scrolls though the contacts until he finds Paddy.*
*If Peter wants to be let out of his cell to exercise in the great outdoors two, or maybe even three times a week, then that's exactly what he'll get...*