01-18-2023, 02:24 AM
When Ryker was led into the room, he was a willing participant in the walk. Despite the scars on his face, he was in quite healthy shape otherwise. No bruises were apparent. No cuts welted red. Yet he shuffled his feet like his legs were lead and thudded into the chair. It felt like a throne for all the comfort it gave his back. He hadn’t the luxury of something like chairs in longer than he could remember.
With that, he knuckled the low of his spine and stretched in a good arc. Just stretching was enough to make him yawn. A thick stubble of pale growth fuzzed half his jaw. The scarring remained hairless down his throat. His hair hung long, oily points into his eyes. The prison jump suit was baggier than when he first put it on.
Eventually, he rolled his gaze upward. There was no apparent recognition in his chalky stare. After some moments, lips flaked with dead skin parted a gravelly voice.
“You can rely on me,” was all that sputtered out.
With that, he knuckled the low of his spine and stretched in a good arc. Just stretching was enough to make him yawn. A thick stubble of pale growth fuzzed half his jaw. The scarring remained hairless down his throat. His hair hung long, oily points into his eyes. The prison jump suit was baggier than when he first put it on.
Eventually, he rolled his gaze upward. There was no apparent recognition in his chalky stare. After some moments, lips flaked with dead skin parted a gravelly voice.
“You can rely on me,” was all that sputtered out.