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rusty cage blues ♱ luciano&tanner May 4, 2023 0:48:21 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2023 0:48:21 GMT -5

t a n n e r g a r c i a .

Tanner loathed being sent to visit the jail.

Josiah Collins was a haunted man, kind in his own ways but he bore witness to some of the ugliest truths Father Garcia had to show in those depths. It was a side of his father Tanner always tried to forget about, but people always seemed to change when they made it to the darkness of the jail basement cellar. Leading with kindness isn't always the answer, but damned if he wasn't one to try at least.

Walking through the jail doors, he introduces himself with a tip of his hat before the Collins father shows him to the stairwell, the keys jingling on his hip with every step. He waits nervously as the cellar door is unlocked, following behind the staunch man as they pass by a handful of empty cells. There are only two people locked away: one, a priest believed to be touched by the devil, and two, Luciano Torres, the man Tanner was here to see.

From the way his father spoke of him, Luciano was a talented individual, blessed in ways the prisoner's born-again eyes were too dowry to see. An architect, planned to deliver them a great new chapel for worship - in his current state, Tanner wondered if he would be able to at all. He stands at the bars, looking inwards observing the man while Josiah Collins unlocks the gate between them. Tanner looks to the jailor for a second before stepping into the entrance, taking space alongside Torres.

"Hello there, brother," he starts, testing how conscious the man seemed. At the nod of his head, Tanner continues, "Father tells me you have embraced our tenants, so I believe it's my duty to see you released." He sits on his heels next to the slumped architect, taking in how pitiful the man looks in this state.

"I'd like to show you around, if you are ready to join me."

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rusty cage blues ♱ luciano&tanner May 7, 2023 1:26:22 GMT -5

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Post by d4 Panda Scope [Gayton] on May 7, 2023 1:26:22 GMT -5

l u c i a n o t o r r e s .

I sat there, arms crossed and my foot still, sat postured on the bed that had been so good to me during my solitude. I would never sleep in it again, I thought a goodbye to the wrinkled bedsheets. It was unlike me, to be so still, but I would make a good impression today. And that starts with practicing patience. I wanted the father to know that I'd been growing.

But father didn't greet me, it was a boy I didn't recognize. He called me brother, oh goodness I couldn't help but blush. It was good to feel accepted before I even left my dorm. I took his hands with a fervor and excitement. "So good to meet you, brother... I didn't get your name." I was smiling ear to ear, it was good to meet someone. My right foot started tapping, I was itching to get out into the fresh air. With my hand in his, I noticed the grime and build up. My arm was darkened several tones and my fingernails covered black scum. My clothes were tattered and there were scratches up my arms and legs. I don't remember how they got there, but I could reach each one if I tried.

"Sorry, I haven't had the opportunity to use a shower. Maybe the tour could start there somewhere?"

I wanted to make a good impression on the people here, I had been having dreams of what they're like. A pretty doctor with a soft spot for children. A librarian who liked to be loud. I'd even named them-- Delores was the librarian. A good impression starts with a clean handshake. My smile hadn't faded, and it was starting to hurt but I couldn't quite get it to go away. I was too excited.

"I've been the archer, I've been the prey" -Taylor Swift, The Archer

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rusty cage blues ♱ luciano&tanner May 8, 2023 11:32:02 GMT -5

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t a n n e r g a r c i a .

His first impression of Luciano was a sense of unease. In whispers, he overheard his father talking to the Arch Lector of him- the outsider in the basement cell. They spoke of his penitence, how much it took to get him there. To see the Gods' and their truths, but before him he sees a stretched smile, an eager participant in their religion. There's almost a child-like quality to the man, innocent in his rebirth, a new life awaits and Tanner the one to escort him there.

Judgement is reserved for the Gods, Tanner hails them silently - perhaps he was in the wrong to place his own acuity onto him. Torres, soon to be baptized, takes the prodigal son's hand and Tanner allows it, looking the man in the eyes as they share the exchange. "Apologies, I am Brother Garcia, son to the Father," he introduces himself, watching as something changes behind the eyes of Luciano. The scum of Torres' grasp leaves remnants up to Tanner's wrists, but he does not clean himself in front of the former outsider. It is not his fault, how difficult the conversion must have been for him.

There's a pity in the way Tanner returns the smile, offering his hand once more if Torres needs help to his feet. "We can do that," he says, "the clergy is not far from here, you can bathe yourself there." Cleanse himself of the muck of his past life, allow himself to feel his rebirth in its entirety. Tanner wonders how long exactly they held him down here, and how Luciano leaves with such a grin.

He must truly understand the words of Todd now.

Tanner motions him out of the cell, grabbing Torres' personal and following behind him. The two wait as the jailor, Josiah Collins, closes the cell after their exit. Collins leads them both out, from the cellar to the lobby. There, Tanner asks for a pair of shoes for Torres, the pair waiting as the jailor digs in his storage closet, eventually finding matching leather flats for the newest member of the commune. "Here," the gruff man says before setting them on the counter. Tanner nods in agreeance - "take them, then we will head out."