Neighbouring Cells [Mianite Oneshot]

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Capsize.

I groan as I'm thrown into the make-shift cell, landing uncomfortably on one of my arms. I whip around in time to see the bounty hunter smirk. He laughs as he slams the door, locking it in a way I'm sure is somehow louder than it should be. They just to be smug about this whole situation, don't they? Is the ransom they'll be getting not enough? Gods, how do I get myself into this situation? I hear some banging on the door, a laugh breaking through from the man who threw me in here.

"Enjoy your stay, Captain Capsize. You won't be escaping from here," He laughs through the door before I hear his footsteps moving away. I let out a sigh, partly in relief but also partly just out of tiredness. Honestly, the taunting is somehow the worst part of this situation and given what I've been arrested for that's a high bar. I just don't understand why they're acting like they have anything personal against me, they're doing this for the money. Yet, of course, they're still going to act like they have the moral high ground. I suppose, had I actually done what I've been accused of, they would. Hopefully, they'll only be near the cell a few times before I'm picked up by actual guards. I don't think I'll be able to stand them annoying me for long periods.

I look around the cell. It's certainly not the worst place I've been in, definitely the most secure cell from ransom hunters I've been in. For one thing, it looks like they've actually put effort into making it a cell, with a metal door and no window I can kick through. I don't like being stuck in here. The only furniture is a bench with a blanket thrown on it which is, typically, better than nothing. Though, the main thing sticking out to me is that isn't a place I'll be escaping from by myself. I suppose I had to get caught properly eventually.

"Hey, are you alright?" I jump as I hear an unexpected voice, turning in the direction it came from to try and confirm that I'm not just hearing things. I must have injured my ankle at some point as I put a bit too much of my weight on it and feel a piercing pain. It's enough to make me to gasp in shock and almost lose my balance. At the very least, I should have time to rest up here, even if it really won't matter. "Shit, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm in the other cell. The wall between us is sort of thin and I thought you might want to talk. It's okay if you don't want to, though."

"No, it's fine. I just didn't expect to hear a friendly voice here," I don't recognise the voice, though I believe I'm talking to a man. In a way I'm glad for that. I've been lacking in friends lately so recognising them probably would've been worse than not doing so. Maybe I can have a friend for the short amount of time that I'll be here. It could make the experience a tad more pleasant. "Then again, I didn't expect to be thrown in a cell today so I'm clearly not good at guessing. So, what's your name, unless you want to remain mysterious."

"I'm Jordan," I hear him laugh as I move to sit against the wall we're talking through. I'm glad for the conversation, despite the circumstances, as it's been so long since I've been able to just talk with someone. Being on the run doesn't leave much time for it. It isn't the worst thing I could spend a few days doing. "They caught me about a week ago doing some magic and have decided that I'm a witch. I have no idea if that's actually something they'll be able to make money from but they certainly think it is. And what can I call you?"

"You can call me Capsize. The bastard wasn't making something up when he called me that," I wait for a moment to see if he has any reaction, to see if he recognises my name when I say it. I'm slightly scared that he will, that he'll have heard what I've been accused of, but luckily, he doesn't seem to have done. Good, I'm fed up of people who have seen the wanted posters and just assume I've done everything I've been accused of. The only person who always believed that I was innocent is Red and I'm pretty sure that's just because he's my brother. Unfortunately, his belief in my innocence managed to get him arrested too. "As for crimes, well, I'd like to say piracy because that's something I've actually done but that's not what it says on the wanted poster."

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