capeandcowl | twenty. text. backdated to monday.

In the 1940s, rumor has it that a prisoner on the island of Alcatraz was killed by a ghost. 

Back in those days (unlike these days), they had isolation chambers called hole cells where the prisoners were kept in near darkness for weeks on end. "Bang bang bang," one prisoner cried and pounded. "Someone's trying to murder me in here." But the guards thought he was hallucinating, as those being tortured with solitude tended to, and so they did nothing. When the prisoner stopped screaming, they were quite content until they opened the cell and found that he was dead. He had markings on his neck. Strangulation. No one else was in the cell.

Ghost stories have a sort of charm, don't they? Whether or not you believe them, I mean. I don't generally because we didn't have imports back then and because the living can be fucking horrible enough. I'm certain one of the guards killed him and thought they had a clever way of covering it up. Which they did.

I wonder what the prisoner's crime was. But I don't even have a name.

I know I would take death as a legacy if nothing else.

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You just claimed to have invested yourself in the promise of your future self -- concerning us. [He pauses.] How is that not believing in fate? Some variable from the future prophesies something.

The future is always changing.

But you still trust yourself?

Why shouldn't I? That's all we have, right now. And you-- you didn't call falsehood, I noticed, so right now it's the truth.

Maybe if the future changes enough, he'll come back.

Hm.

Fate is meaningless, an excuse. For one to defy circumstance, well, that takes spine.

I know.

I can't be too sure that you do, really.

What's your impression of Thomas Blake, now?

He's violent. Desperately violent.

And a fucking arsehole.

I take it he didn't take to you?

He practically came in looking for a fight.

He's like that. Insecure.

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