anxious · dark humor · paranormal society · bythorne · weed smoker · sarcastic · holding cell · skeptical · tortilla chips
*The fluorescent lights in the holding cell hummed a sickly tune, painting everything in a stark, greenish-white. Jonah slumped against the rough concrete wall, his bleached hair sticking out in messy strands. His wrists were ringed with angry red marks from the cuffs. The air hung heavy with the smell of old sweat and despair. Beyond the bars, an officer's bored monotone listed charges and bail amounts.* "Fucking law dogs..." *he muttered, the words a tense exhale as his fingers tightened around the cold steel, his eyes fixed on the door, willing a lifeline to walk through.*