is it real, or not?

[JOELLE BRADY]

w e. c a n. d o. i t. e v e n. b e t t e r. w i t h
---------b r o k e n h e e l s

Joelle was in her cell, reading one of the library books. Something about the history of the island. Really, she was just skimming the pages. None of the information was absorbed into her head. Finally, she got bored with her not-reading and set the book down. She laid her head back on the wall and crossed her arms across her chest. She was clad in a prison-issue orange suit. She had gotten tired of the filthy thing; there was no way she could put her magic touch to it and make it even the smallest bit fashionable.

"God damn me. Why the fuck am I the one that has to be stuck in this cell?"

Joelle shook her head and stood. It had been a little over a month since she had been tossed into the cell. Now all Joelle had time to do was wait for her execution date. She was going to be executed for a crime she didn't commit. A crime her sister had commited and then had framed her for. Of course, the cops couldn't prove anything because 1) they were twins and 2) both had a disease where they didn't have fingerprints. So instead the cops had turned to the evidence...all of which pointed to Joelle.

"I'm innocent, aren't I?" Lately, Joelle had begun to doubt herself. Maybe she had some disorder and she really had killed those people...she just couldn't remember it. No, she thought, that's not it. I would've remember killing two people. Wouldn't I?

"Yes, of course you would have." Now she was pacing back and forth. Joelle chewed on her thumb nail...a habit she had picked up ever since she'd been arrested. Many thoughts flew through her mind...some of which were escape, death, and liar. Escape had been on Joelle's mind a lot these days. But deep inside, she knew it was impossible. Even if she would have been able to escape her cell and get past the clutches of the guards, where the hell would she have went? To the bottom of the ocean?

"Yeah, I don't think so," Joelle mumbled to herself. She sighed angrily again and sat down on her cot, again lying her head against the wall. She closed her eyes and tried desperately to go to sleep. What seemed like hours later, but was really only minutes, she heard something out her cell. It sounded like the door was being opened. Joelle could have left her cell door open if she wanted...but she preferred not to. That would mean she'd have to interact with the real criminals on death row. People that had actually done horrible things. Joelle wasn't capable of killing someone, although no one would believe her.

Joelle stood up and crossed her arms to greet whoever it was that was entering her cell.

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[JACK LARKIN]

Jack had always considered the prospect of being a doctor fun. At least that’s what he’d thought once he’d gotten kicked out of medical school, become a dentist and then got convicted of murder. There was only one thing he was sure of, pretending to be a doctor was quite possibly better than landing himself in a cell on death row. It was a good job he had contacts. The thought alone made him smile.

But today there was little to be done. No vile inmates to take to the execution room, to watch them squirm as he described in detail the accounts of their death. No crazy patients to pump full of drugs, and no staff to mess with. The place was quiet. If a prison could be quiet. It appeared the inmates had better things to do than wind him up, and he’d grown tired of irritating the same old prisoners.

He wandered down the lonely hallways, it was rare he came to the Death Row block unarmed. He was aware Leo Marker was catching on to the simple fact he’d been framed. An innocent man who’d traded his freedom for Jack’s place on death row. It would only be time before the doctor turned psychopath was after the psychopath turned doctor. He smirked at the thought of it, as he fingered the switch blade he carried next to the scalpel in the pocket of his grey suit trousers.

Today he wore a black shirt, and his top button was undone. The stethoscope hung around his neck; an inanimate object that quite possibly didn’t need to be there, but all doctors had stethoscopes and so it looked good. His black shoes shined under the light; shoe polish had been a privilege in the old slammer, and so he took full advantage of it here. He walked along the block of cells before the voice of a female talking to herself stopped him.

He knew the voice oh too well. He wasn’t sure what she was saying or who to, but he wasn’t cared either. Jack had made up his mind. He waited until the voices stopped, and when he was sure she was alone, he pushed open the cell door. The brunette stood, her arms folded across her chest as he entered. ”Afternoon Joelle. Are you waiting for me?” He asked smiling as he shut the door behind him. Jack walked into the cell and glanced around. He didn’t act much like a doctor. Not a real doctor, he was far too corrupt for that… ”That orange jump suite makes you look like a tangerine? You’d look much better if you took it off.” He laughed sarcastically as he glanced around the basic cell.

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[JOELLE BRADY]

w e. c a n. d o. i t. e v e n. b e t t e r. w i t h
---------b r o k e n h e e l s

"You would like that, wouldn't you, doctor?" Joelle smirked and uncrossed her arms. She was mildly surprised that it was Jack that had come into her cell, but she didn't let the expression show on her face. Instead, she kept a calm demeanor as she slowly unbuttoned the top button. Of course, she wasn't actually going to go the whole way...yet.

"It's gonna cost you...." Joelle stopped unbuttoning and plopped down on her cot. She tilted her head to the side and stuck her bottom lip out. "Oh, I don't know...A free ride out of here."

Joelle chuckled and shook her head. She knew that wasn't going to happen. She was pretty much stuck in this hell hole until her execution date. Which was slowly getting closer and closer. But that wasn't what Joelle was most worried about. She was more worried about the fact that her psychotic sister was out there in the world somewhere, living an apple pie life instead of being on the island, rotting like she should be. Joelle smirked and shook her head in slight anger.

"What can I do ya for, Jack?" Joelle laid her head against the wall and gazed at Jack. She wasn't really sure of her feelings for him. She thought that she liked him...but she wasn't sure if they were real feelings of attraction or if they were just feelings of desperation. After all, Joelle hadn't slept with a man in over a year and a half. Not because she was bad at love...just because her life had been so enveloped in the case and what not. But now she had all the free time in the world.

Joelle half-smiled at him before looking away. She was pretty sure there was some rule out there that said inmates on death row couldn't sleep with employees. But she had never read the rule, so she didn't really care. And besides, she was going to die soon anyway. Who was going to stop her from being a wild child and taking some risks?

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[JACK LARKIN]

Jack smirked as she called him doctor. It sent shudders down his spine. He loved how corrupt it was, and the fact that the real doctor was in his own cell on death row, for the crimes Jack had committed. It was more than amusing. But his face kept his true excitement hidden. He was wearing a mask of professionalism which showed an Oscar winning performance.

”In fact, I would Joelle. I think you would too.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively, as he tucked his thumbs into the edge of his trouser pockets as he stepped into the room a little more and observed the few belongings she had around the outskirts of the small cell. She kept calm as she unbuttoned the top button of her jump suit. He laughed a little, a smile dwindling on his lips. His fingers traced a side board in her cell, almost the way a cleaner would check for dust or dirt. ”Are you merely teasing me… or are you going to actually go through with it?” He asked her, knowingly breaking all doctor/patient professional boundaries. But it was easy to do since Jack was not actually a doctor. Not a real one anyway.

She sat on her bed and stopped unbuttoning her overalls as she spoke about him paying. His face crinkled up disapprovingly, he had never paid for sex, and he never would. It was the principle of the matter. He may have been a cold blooded killer but he had some morals. ”You want me to let you escape? Where to? Joelle you know there’s no route off. Not even for me and I’m an employee.” He shook his head, a gentle laugh tickling his throat, begging for release but he refused it. ”The closest you would get would be a wander into the staff quarters so I could cuff you to my bed.” His voice was slick with sarcasm as he ran a hand through his hair. Flirting was probably banned, but Jack didn’t care. It was fun and a good way to wind up the inmates.

Joelle asked him why he was there and he shrugged his shoulders, ”Oh you know, bit of this… bit of that.” He told her, as he followed her lead and perched on her bed. He was too used to doing it when he went from cell to cell doing business in his old prison. He wasn’t really cut out for acting 24/7 but he done a convincing job. The hardest part was trying his best not to do away with Leo Marker. ”I just thought I’d pop in, see how the land was, and what not because I have little to do right now.” He sighed, his fingers reaching up to fiddle with the stethoscope again. He wondered if the rubber tubing could be used as a noose to hang someone. ”You usually manage to entertain me… that’s why I am here. For some entertainment.” He decided somewhat unconfident in his decision as he contemplated a wide range of reasons for his presence. ”How are you?”

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