Volk's Cell

Luke's money followed him into prison and over the two years he's already served, he's made himself at home. Or as at home as he'll ever be in these walls. He had an extreamly comfortable bed, always has. It was decorated in blues, greens, and black, his favorite colors. He had a nice big tv, and even real networks to watch, yet hardly touched the thing. There was a fully upgraded music system that was constantly playing a mix between classical and all shades or rock. He had a big dresser that took up the length of one wall, which the television and sound system sits on, inside were lots and lots of combinations for comfotable outfits. On the walls were shelves, and on the shelves were a lot of things. Just decorations and a collection of pleasant to look at objects. Including a painted picture by a man who was well known in france.

In one corner was his pride and joy, a black and blue wedding dress that has never been worn, even by the girl he intended to put it on and marry..

Luke was in his room reading a book he had, getting pretty bored with it, when he hears a bit of cummotion in the hall. He keeps his door open about 80% of the time because he liked the openess. That and he wasn't afraid. He's already made his place in the food chain, and usualy the only people he needed to watch out for were the worm eaters. Something about them.. He just couldn't fight back.

Luke picks himself up from his position on the bed and then up off the bed completely, boredly tossing the book onto it and walks away without checking to make sure the pages didn't get folded as he discarded it. He was wearing comfotable close fitting light colored jeans with your average every day shoes, black with silver logos, lines and little details, and grey bottoms. He wasn't wearing a shirt but he had leather bands on his left wrist and right bicept. Around his neck, besides the death collar, he wore a crecent moon stone pendent. He walks to the door and pauses for a moment, then steps outside his cell.