SaviourInFlight's profile picture. Sometimes the bad ones ain't all that bad, mate. You just gotta learn to trust your gut. [Finding Nemo|RP] {#DisneyUntold}

Nigel

@SaviourInFlight

Sometimes the bad ones ain't all that bad, mate. You just gotta learn to trust your gut. [Finding Nemo|RP] {#DisneyUntold}

~ old associate to arrive.


~ about this whole thing stunk, and the uneasy feeling Nigel had in the pit of his stomach didn’t do him any favours as he waited for his ~


~ to life. The last he had heard, Gill was doing just fine, even married some pretty girl and made a good start for himself. Something ~


~ desk. Bruce was going to bring @SeekngFreed0m down, and Nigel was anxious and confused as to why he of all people was doing twenty-five ~


~ secure prison block. Alright, thanks.” Hanging up the phone, he placed it back into the receiver and drummed his fingers against the ~


~ looked through the office and into the hall to see the trainee guards. Like a gaggle of /gulls/ they were. “Yeah. His name is Gill – ~


~ upstairs. I’m going to need for you to fetch a fella from his cell for me right away, please.” Leaning back in the swivel chair, he ~


~ of his private plane on the home-screen of his computer before dialling security. “Yeah, it’s Nigel from the prison councillor's office ~


~ Gathering up the files, he stacked them neatly into the folder and slid them aside as he reached for the telephone, eyeing the picture ~


~ the scowl were enough to let the newly-reformed councillor know that this man had been through hell and back. “Long time no see, bud.”~


~ dealings with in the past stared back at him with eyes that were almost haunting. The scar marking the right side of his dark face and ~


~ reached for the lukewarm cardboard cup of coffee and drank it down, cringing at the bitter taste as the man he had once had minor ~


~ over the minor details, Nigel hunched forward in his seat and lifted the page to see a photograph stapled beneath. “Jesus Christ.” He ~


~ desk, Nigel sighed and looked down at the next name. ‘@SeekngFreed0m. First degree murder. Twenty-five to life.’ Furrowing his brow ~


~ the long list of convict details. “Nah, I’m good. Thanks for the offer though, mate.” Watching the skinny man stroll back to his own ~


~ workload consisted of playing pacman every damn day ‘till his eyes were bloodshot, Nigel shook his head and turned another page in ~


~ stepping on anybody who was below him, a power hungry /shark/ in the cage. “Coffee?” Glancing up at Gerald, his co-worker whose ~


~ the first day he had stepped foot into Sherman Institute as councillor to the inmates who needed therapy. It was as if he liked ~


~ over the first convict’s file in the folder Bruce had left crumpled on his desk. That big headed bully had, had it out for him since ~


[Familiar Faces, Different Circumstances] Tapping the end of his pen against the desk, Nigel pressed his tongue in his cheek as he read ~


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