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arc four: part five

Eighty combs a hand through his newly bleached blond hair, making a face when several brittle strands fall through his fingers. "I definitely did not do this properly..." he mutters to himself before lifting his makeshift eyepatch off his amber right eye gingerly.

"Did what properly?" His new roommate pipes up from behind him. Eighty shoves the eyepatch back on and turns around, his mind scrambling to find an excuse. With the now fair-haired man staring at the other in the cell, a response leaves his mouth, uncertain undertones in his words.

"I... I tried styling my hair a different way, but it didn't work. Now it looks way too spiky. Not a big deal, though." What a terrible excuse... however, all his roommate did was give him a strange look and go on with his day, causing Eighty to let out a sigh of relief. The man ran his fingers through his hair once again, stopping briefly as his hands curled around the cold, iron bars that encased them inside the room.

"Hey, honey," his roommate said from behind him. Eighty choked and whipped around, eyes blown wide in confusion to see his roommate curled up in a ball pressing a phone to his ear. "How are you today?" the man continued with a gentle smile on his face. Eighty stared silently, jaw slightly agape. He couldn't help but stare- was acquiring prohibited items common in prison?

His roommate noticed him and visibly flinched away at the intense gaze. "What is with you?" he snapped at Eighty after his phone call. Eighty stuttered, turning away.

"Where'd you get that?" he blurted out.

"None of your business," The man responds, tucking away the phone as he glares at Eighty. The other smaller male couldn't help but come at a loss for words, scrambling to try and find a response.

"W-where did you get it? Tell me where!" Eighty begs, desperation in his tone as his roommate shows a clear uncomfortable look.

"I'm not telling you shit!" He pushes Eighty away from him, causing the white-haired male to hit his back against the cell bars. It felt as if the wind was knocked out of him, causing him to let out a gasp as he struggles to breathe. Eighty puts a hand over his chest, air reaching his lungs once again as his breathing slows.

"I'll find out," He spoke slowly, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as he stared up at his roommate. The nervous look now displayed on the other male's face was something Eighty mentally noted. With a guard now opening their jail cells, notifying them both that it was their yard time, he and his roommate exchanged a brief glare before stepping foot outside their cells, both of them disappearing into a crowd of inmates.

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The scratch of the pen against the paper cut through the silent room. The top floor of the InvadedLands Agency building was usually quiet, so quiet that the distant chirping of birds and the roar of the cars on the streets could be heard. The box of filled-out papers and documents next to his desk only grew as the hero wrote, leaned over his desk and only paused for a few moments to think.

The pile of unfinished papers only shrunk in size until there were none left. Skeppy kicked his feet up on his desk and let out an exasperated sigh, face twisted in annoyance. "Can't believe he'd ditch like that," the words spilled out of his mouth unconsciously, staring angrily at the door.

The room was immersed in the warm glow of sunset, each glass wall crystal clear with a rich mahogany lining. An over-the-top computer setup sat facing a wall of the room and a large map of the United States hanging from the ceiling behind the four monitors, decorated with blue dots scattered across the country. Two cedar cabinets on either side of the desk presented gleaming golden trophies and silver awards for all to see and lining the cabinets were white and pale blue feathers, ones that matched the long sky blue feather tucked behind Skeppy's ear.