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i’m sorry for being inactive for a little while. i shall try to change this soon !

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plotting call? i want to interact with more people i just feel better talking things through sometimes

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inkedblueprints: // Michael

               ♖ —     Keeping up the act was all part of the plan. Michael needed to stay in genpop no matter what happened in order to stay on track. That was what was more   I M P O R T A N T   than anything else. Getting Linc out of this   god forsaken   place was far more important than anything else. Of course he didn’t want to hear any of what Sara was saying but, then again there was   some comfort   in knowing that out of everyone here, every CO, every medic there was at least one person that cared.     ❝ I’ve never really been much of a poker player. ❞     Though the answer was honest it kept focus away from the fact that he wasn’t brave either. 

               There were nights that he lay awake staring at the top bunk, tears silently running down his cheeks. Those were the nights that Michael realized just how involved this plan, this notion of an idea really was. It wasn’t just him trying to manipulate and maneuver a situation to his favor. This was him trying to move people like chess pieces on a board and that wasn’t easy. Especially when each of them all had their own motives for wanting out. 

               Glancing at Sara for a moment he couldn’t help but chuckle.     ❝ Better be careful doctor people are going to start to talk if they aren’t already. ❞     Of course Michael knew they eyed him just a little more skeptically before he walked into her exam room and when he left. They wondered what it was that the two of them talked about. But, Michael was certain that for the most part Sara kept those things to herself. It was a small comfort.     ❝ They’ll start to think you’re soft on me. ❞     And he didn’t care if she was. Sara was quickly becoming one weak spot in Michael’s plan. The one person that he couldn’t just simply leave behind. The idea of it tugged at heartstrings that he thought he’d severed long ago.

          Eyes once again dropped from his gaze upon his latter comments. Sara knew very well that she was being stupid, that she was treading into  D A N G E R O U S  waters the more and more she let herself fixate on the inmate in front of her. The more she found herself growing concerned for him --------- and whilst maybe that was her job, she was never as such over any of the others. But it was getting to the point that even in her free time, she was thinking about Michael Scofield, a whirl of questions going through her head about him. It was wrong, and she should use more restraint, but that had always been a flaw in her personality. Sara was soft on Michael, though, and Katie had already made a comment or two about how that seemed so. 

          Her head seemed to shake, only subtly before she raised it, eyes lifting to meet his again, mouth opened as though she was going to continue speaking. But instead she just found herself looking back at him before again she glanced away, brows raising and the corners of her lips raising just slightly. She just couldn’t believe that she had let herself get in this DEEP with someone that she really shouldn’t be. 

          “ You need to stop there. ”  The doctor finally spoke as she once again looked back to him, brows still raised somewhat, lips pressing together. She was concerned because she wanted him to be okay, and it was suspicious how often he ended up in some sort of trouble. But he’d just pointed out to her exactly how it looked, how it  W A S, and she knew that it was something she  S H O U L D  put a stop to. Maybe it was herself she was telling to stop.  “ You and I both know that there are lines that shouldn’t be crossed. I’m just trying to do my job, and that’s to be concerned about an inmate's well-being. ” 

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inkedblueprints: // Michael

                ♖ —     Of course it kept happening to him. Michael wanted to say that it was known albeit against his better judgement that he was up to   S O M E T H I N G.   That something was his escape… along with Lincoln’s but, that wasn’t common knowledge. Michael kept those cards close to himself.     ❝ Don’t you think if I knew   WHY   that was happening I would do something to stop it? ❞     Talking had absolutely nothing to do with it. As a matter of fact Scofield knew damn well that if he started     ‘ singing ‘     he would be in a far worse situation. ❝ This isn’t something that I do on purpose doctor. I’ve managed to play nice with a few people. ❞ 

               His face contorted as Sara started speaking. Michael knew exactly what she was talking about. He didn’t need to be sent to AdSeg. That wasn’t   W H E R E   he needed to be. If he wanted to get Linc out he needed to be in genpop and that was Michael’s intent.     ❝ I’m not going to AdSeg if that’s what you’re suggesting. I’m… Believe me doc I’m fine. ❞     Though even he wasn’t convinced Michael was putting on that brave face. The one that was hard to read, next to impossible for most. 

          The way he reacted, even though she hadn’t even specifically mentioned AdSeg yet, well, she wasn’t necessarily surprised. It didn’t tend to be somewhere that inmates ENTHUSIASTICALLY agreed to going to. Whether or not that was down to the reputation of it that seemed to circulate around genpop, she didn’t know, but if an inmate really was in trouble, they shouldn’t have to be ashamed of wanting to be somewhere safe. Though it was seeming that trying to offer any help other than the obvious medical kind wasn’t the way to get Michael talking. A breath passed lips, and eyes flickered away from him briefly, taking a glance out of the window that separated them and the corridor before looking back to him.

          “ I know that none of it is what you want to hear, but I wouldn’t be saying any of this if I wasn’t concerned.  You say that you’re fine but... ”  Brows knitted together just a little, eyes trying to read that expression that was guarded by all of those walls he seemed to have up.  “ I can’t tell whether you’re incredibly B R A V E, or just have a very good poker face. If it is an act, Michael... You don’t have to keep it up HERE. ”  She just wanted to make sure that he understood perfectly clear that she wasn’t just here for shots and stitches. She wanted to make sure that he was okay, and maybe there was more behind it, her own curiosity of him, but still, that’s what she wanted. 

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continued for @singlesighted

With blood seeping through the cloth that’d been wrapped around his arm, it was hard to say he’d gotten some kind of scratch, or try to brush it off as something minor. Sighing, Carl shrugged his good arm and pulled at the knot that’d been created to keep the fabric from falling off or coming loose on his way to medical.

“Would you believe I budged in line while waiting for the phone?” Mouthing off to the wrong person had gotten him into more trouble than he wanted to admit to, but at least it hadn’t been anywhere near fatal. “Some of these guys just can’t wait to make contact with the outside, ya know?” he tried to offer a weak smile but it faded just as quickly. “I just need a few stitches and I’ll live to fuck up again.”

          Lips pressed together, forming a firm line as she let out a breath, pulling on a pair of latex gloves over fingers before she could take a look at the wound on the inmate’s arm. Being in this job, Sara had grown quite used to the fact that she never seemed to get a truthful answer ----- not unless it was just a simple accident. But whenever it was evident that someone else had been involved, there was always an excuse, and she wasn’t too stupid to realize that.

          The woman remained quiet as she inspected the injury, but then after moments had passed, she pulled back so that she could look at him properly.  “ Well, you’re definitely going to need stitches. You’re right. It’s quite a cut you’ve got there. ”  She turned her attention to the set of tools beside her, figuring that even if she questioned what had happened to him again, she’d get another excuse, some way of brushing it off.   “ First, it’ll need cleaning. And that’s going to sting. ”

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Do I get to see my baby? You’ll have 30 minutes before we take it away. I’ve seen this process a dozen times. After the mothers come back here, the depression’s almost unbearable. My advice? It’s a lot less messy if you just think of yourself as a surrogate. 

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@inkedblueprints: // Michael

               ♖ —     Of course it was her     ‘ job ‘     just as it was her     ‘ job ‘     to patch up each wound that came through the door, hand out each insulin shot that needed to be given   IF   she was available.   B U T–   Michael wasn’t a fool. He also knew that there were other people capable of some of those things as well, people that he could be sent to see yet each and   E V E R Y   time he stepped foot into the medical wing of the prison it was   A L W A Y S   Sara that he saw. Never another medical person. 

               ❝ You know I can’t answer that. ❞     The words were quiet as Michael’s eyes drifted from Sara’s. His life was hard enough inside those walls. If he got the reputation as someone who cried to authority figures when he got hurt then life would become   MUCH   more difficult for him.     ❝ Out of everyone I’ve met here—❞     Pausing he took a breath and exhaled.     ❝ You should understand that. Working here you’ve got to see it all the time. What happens to the inmates that talk… the ones that come to you complaining about the way the other inmates treat them. ❞     Knowing what he knew of Sara she wasn’t one that would turn her back on something like that. Wouldn’t just take that information and lock it away. 

          “ And yet, it still keeps happening to YOU despite the fact that you haven’t talked. ”  Sara understood the worry, she did -------- there were inmates in this place that wouldn’t take too kindly to being  ‘ snitched ‘  on, but regardless of that, things didn’t seem to be getting much better for Michael. He still seemed to be rubbing people up in all of the wrong ways. The woman leaned back, away from him, arms coming to fold in front of her and for a beat she kept her head down in thought, before gaze shifted back up to focus on him.

          “ There are things that can be done, put in motion to protect inmates that are being targeted. Since you arrived here, you seem to end up in here a hell of a lot and it isn’t always for those insulin shots. Michael... ------ ”  Body leaned forward again, head tilting to one side as she tried to catch his gaze ones again. If he felt that he was on his own in this, he was wrong, it didn’t have to be that way.  “ You don’t have to isolate yourself this way. If you’re in trouble, if someone seems to be out to get you, you don’t to keep it to yourself. You’re serving your time but you shouldn’t have to be afraid whilst doing it ----- we’re here to offer support. ”  That’s why she was here in the first place. She wanted to make a difference, she wanted to help, be a part of a   S O L U T I O N .

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                    “ Be the CHANGE                                              you want to see in the world. ”

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THREATS SENTENCE STARTERS.

 “if you leave, i’ll kill you.”

“i will shoot you if you try to escape.”

“i’ll leave you.”

“you’ll stay in this room, or something bad will happen.”

“don’t make me come in there.”

“i’ll ruin your entire life.”

“shut the fuck up, or i’ll make you.”

“you’re going to regret crossing me.”

“how many people need to die for you to listen to me?”

“watch your damn mouth.”

“don’t make me shut it for you.”

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five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

"can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

"just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

"really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

"zero fucks given. next please.”

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inkedblueprints: // michael

               ♖ —      There was always a reason.   Michael was well aware of that. Having Sara,   Dr. Tancredi   point that out though, well, he couldn’t tell if that added insult to injury or not. Had her tone been from someone else Michael would have scoffed, brushed it off and even possibly gotten just a slight bit angry. This was Sara though and he couldn’t muster up the strength to be angry. Instead he simply fixed his gaze on the ground in front of him. The tile on the floor suddenly becoming all the more interesting. He could feel her eyes boring into him. Attempting to get some kind of reaction, a flicker of emotion–   S O M E T H I N G   that he wasn’t willing to give. 

              ❝ Who said I needed to reach out to anyone? ❞     His eyes finally snapped up from the floor to meet the doctors. Michael’s fingers brushing against hers as he reached for the newly placed butterfly stitches over his eye.      ❝ I’m starting to think that you care doctor. ❞     The faint smile that crossed his lips would have been charming if he wasn’t sitting in a prison infirmary. At least that’s what he liked to think. Here though it was the closest he could come to     ‘ flirting. ‘ 

          Being a doctor in a prison such as Fox River, Sara wasn’t a stranger to questionable comments from inmates, though usually, they were a lot more bold than the one from Scofield just now. Breath passed parted lips as she withdrew her hands from above his brow, moments after their fingers had touched and she eyed the smile that had pulled at his lips.  “ I’m a doctor, Michael. It’s my job to care. ”  Whether or not he interested her, that was just how it was. He was an inmate and she was the doctor, lines weren’t supposed to be blurred like that. 

          It frustrated her a little, the way he brushed off her offer of help and support. It was almost like the man had built this near impenetrable wall around himself. He was like some sort of puzzle for her to try and crack, a problem to solve ----- he was different from all of the other prisoners here, came from a respectable place. Sara couldn’t help but feel like there was some other reason that he was here, besides robbing a bank.  “ That right there is exactly what I’m talking about. Who did this to you? ”  She questioned, gesturing with her hand to the stitches she had just put in.

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PRISON BREAK: 10 FAVORITE EPISODES     ↳ 2.11 Bolshoi Booze     As you can see hi, my name is not Lance, and I’m not an addict.

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Sara Tancredi → 5.02 Kaniel Outis 

A scheme as deep and as calculating as that can, in the end, spin a man off into madness. He might initially think smaller evils are okay in the service of the greater good. Like breaking Lincoln out of prison. But the dance of good and evil can become jumbled.