reap what you sow [Jesse]

[Gabriel Kingsly]

Gabriel wasn't usually so religious, not with what happened in his past. Staying in the cell or going with Malcolm if he so wished was usually how he spent his day. Today though, he needed some time of zone that he could lay out his problems, claim his issues. It had been almost a full year now since his incarnation but he was still struggling with it. So after asking the guards, several times over when he was alone in the cell and saw one passing, he finally was escorted him to the chapel in chains. he was used to the heavy metal hanging on his wrists and ankles as they took him inside and forced him in a seat. Being so small but having so many counts of murder and other capitol offenses, he was lucky that they pitied him enough to not give him death. Thinking about it, Gabriel had died a little on the inside during the trail and his tears flooded his eyes during it. 

even when under oath they didn't believe him on the stand. He cried so much that day until he felt he was empty of tears. HE remembered the day he came here so vividly and how scared he was. Luck seemed to come in a form ofa man that scared Gabriel but also made him feel safe. He still was confused about it all. Waiting there with the two guards, he only stared at the table. A deep set frown was on his lips and his eyes held some water as he tried to hold back tears. He was having another emotional day, another reason he wanted out of the cell so he didn't cry again in the cell so others would hear him. He hated to think he put a damper on Malcolm's rep. 

Jesse Cooper

[Jesse Cooper]

Jesse was already in the chapel, hearing confessions of the inmates as well as listening to them talk and did a prayer with them. It was a simple task but some criminals made him boil up inside when he knew their crimes. He could tell who was a high risk criminal with how they were escorted into the chapel. In God’s eyes everyone could be forgiven however Jesse was human and not perfect so he believed some deserved to be punished and sent to the burning fires of hell to suffer for their sins. He was reading a passage from the Bible when he heard the door open again, he turned his attention to the door to see who was coming through, secretly hoping to see Thomas again.

Jesse heard the chains rattling as a young man began his walk to a chair. He was escorted by a lot of guards, therefore filling in his theory this one was a dangerous criminal. Jesse could see this young man was emotional, obviously regretting the crime he had committed to be locked up in here. Jesse stood up to sit  the man, placing his bible down as he looked at him. He spoke with a soft but stern voice, “I am Jesse, the preacher in this prison. Do you have any sins you want to confess or perhaps you want something else?” He queried before turning to the guards, “You two can wait outside. God is with me and this man is chained down so it’s not like he can do anything”. He watched as the guards went away, which they didn’t look happy about. He turned back to the young man, “Someone’s confession should be kept private. It’s between me, you and God”. He added on.

Tag: Gabriel Kingsly

[Gabriel Kingsly]

Gabriel sat there and felt the guards leave. their judging eyes boar into his back until the preacher had them leave. Jesse. Not Father Jesse. The laxed way he said his name, gabe wasn't sure if he was comfortable. Still, he didn't look up at him. He wanted to cry, even hearing the stern voice. He knew if he cried, the camera would catch it. if the camera caught it, it would catch his weakness. He could barely hold it though. Even after his time with Malcolm it wasn't enough. he gave a soft sob and shook his head. "i have no confession...I never did it. I don't remember anything at all. " he started crying, unable to hold back. he had to reach up and lean his head down since his hands didn't come up far enough.

"my lawyer is still hounding me, trying to get a confession but i swear to you, i swear i didn't kill those people!" he cried harder now, tears streaming down his face as he looked up at jesse. "why does god hate me?!" his vivid blue-green eye stared at him as well as his deep brown. "he must hate me if he put me here. God doesn't do anything! he doesn't help me! Ma-...Sir helps me...he does..no one else." his voice began to get quiet again. he lowered his head. "i just...i want her to stop trying to get me to confess something i never did. i dont even know why she's still trying. if i'm cursed to be here...for something i didn't do then....i'll take to believing in someone else. Not god..." he sniffled and still cried as he remembered the nights when men would take him and he would beg for god to help and got nothing. he choked again and started to cry into his hands again.

Jesse Cooper