[If Michael had any idea that his new bunkmate was the Devil he might've found some bitter humor or irony in it. He could be trapped with Lucifer for any number of reasons really, even if he isn't a religious man. He wasn't a bad man either, but some would say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Or something to that effect.
Michael isn't thrilled to be locked up again but he supposes it was bound to happen all things considered. It seemed his lot in life really. Things can only go so good for so long before it comes back to bite him in the ass. He's laying on the top bunk arms folded behind his head as he stares up at the cracks in the ceiling and thinks. He's trying to figure out how he's going to get out of this one, or if he wants to get out of it. He should serve his time for the things he's done, his own guilt is telling him that much. Linc and LJ are safe. Maybe he's better off right here. It's where he seems to end up anyway, where fate wants him. Or maybe it's just the Company at work again, keeping him somewhere where they can keep an eye on him.
Or maybe this is hell and he's dead. Or maybe it's a nightmare and he'll wake up any minute. Maybe he's just finally going insane.
He closes his eyes as the constant thud, thud, thud finally breaks his concentration despite how he was trying to ignore it. He shifts to sit at the edge of his bunk then drops down onto his feet, catching the ball before it returns to Lucifer's fingers.]
no subject
Michael isn't thrilled to be locked up again but he supposes it was bound to happen all things considered. It seemed his lot in life really. Things can only go so good for so long before it comes back to bite him in the ass. He's laying on the top bunk arms folded behind his head as he stares up at the cracks in the ceiling and thinks. He's trying to figure out how he's going to get out of this one, or if he wants to get out of it. He should serve his time for the things he's done, his own guilt is telling him that much. Linc and LJ are safe. Maybe he's better off right here. It's where he seems to end up anyway, where fate wants him. Or maybe it's just the Company at work again, keeping him somewhere where they can keep an eye on him.
Or maybe this is hell and he's dead. Or maybe it's a nightmare and he'll wake up any minute. Maybe he's just finally going insane.
He closes his eyes as the constant thud, thud, thud finally breaks his concentration despite how he was trying to ignore it. He shifts to sit at the edge of his bunk then drops down onto his feet, catching the ball before it returns to Lucifer's fingers.]
Where did you get this thing?