[Majima was already in the cell, alone up till now, when another prisoner was finally dumped in with him. He had to wonder if it was because the place finally got too full to keep him in solitary confinement or if was just inevitable that they put someone else in here. Everyone else had at least one cellmate already it seemed as he was often drug by on his way to somewhere more...private.
He'd caused a bit of commotion or maybe they just didn't like his face, whatever the reason the expelled yakuza was high on the list of 'maybe we'll feel better if we beat the hell out of this guy repeatedly'. In other words, he'd been tortured more than once in his stay here so far. (Un)Luckily for Majima, he was used to a hell of a lot worse torture than the mild beatings they gave out here. A year of being tortured near to death would do that to a man, harden him up to the point he just didn't notice it anymore.
But it was obvious the moment the new cellmate stumbled into the cage. The one-eyed man was covered in bruises and even a few cuts and slashes from dagger blades. If he hadn't been bound at the times of the beating he could have given as good as he got, but that wasn't the case of course. He looked up with his one good eye--he was missing the eyepatch he normally wore so the missing eye was closed only behind his eyelid which thankfully remained intact--to assess his new cellmate.
A moment of silence drug on as he let the newcomer regain bearings, yell at the guards, or whatever else wanted. Then:]
Yo. Might as well get comfortable. Prefer it if they don't come back anytime soon.
II. Recreation
[It would have been nice if there was more equipment or something to use while stuck out here but beggars couldn't be choosers. Except they totally were so he was inclined to complain loudly as a beggar might but somehow decorum won out and he remained quiet at he seethed.
He didn't need anymore bruises anyway.
Now was a good time to get to know some other prisoners, see what was going on, if anyone knew anything. Maybe they'd overheard something from the guards or one of the privileged chosen had come round to talk and let something new slip. Never knew, it was worth a shot.
Failing that, he could always see if a brawl was acceptable form of exercise or not in this place.]
III. A Visitor? A Chat with Neighbors?
[There wasn't much to do in this place most of the time. It felt odd to Majima. He was used to more torture in his imprisonment. Sure, he'd gotten a few doses of that in the past few days, but not nearly as constant as back in the hole. This was so boring by contrast.
Visitors from outside were a welcome distraction. After the first one piqued his interest and bolstered his spirit, Majima found himself watching, waiting for others to come down and talk if they would. If he heard footsteps at any time his attention focused on whether it was a guard or not, and moved closer to the bars if it was someone other than a guard on patrol. The better to grab their attention if wanted.
When that wasn't forthcoming, Majima started trying to talk to other cellmates. The cell across the way so long as they weren't too loud or to either side if possible to get their attention.]
Hey. You heard anything new lately? [ Or ] Why do you think they keep us around if we're failures? Why not get rid of us?
Goro Majima | Yakuza 0 | The Hanged Man/Imprisonment
[Majima was already in the cell, alone up till now, when another prisoner was finally dumped in with him. He had to wonder if it was because the place finally got too full to keep him in solitary confinement or if was just inevitable that they put someone else in here. Everyone else had at least one cellmate already it seemed as he was often drug by on his way to somewhere more...private.
He'd caused a bit of commotion or maybe they just didn't like his face, whatever the reason the expelled yakuza was high on the list of 'maybe we'll feel better if we beat the hell out of this guy repeatedly'. In other words, he'd been tortured more than once in his stay here so far. (Un)Luckily for Majima, he was used to a hell of a lot worse torture than the mild beatings they gave out here. A year of being tortured near to death would do that to a man, harden him up to the point he just didn't notice it anymore.
But it was obvious the moment the new cellmate stumbled into the cage. The one-eyed man was covered in bruises and even a few cuts and slashes from dagger blades. If he hadn't been bound at the times of the beating he could have given as good as he got, but that wasn't the case of course. He looked up with his one good eye--he was missing the eyepatch he normally wore so the missing eye was closed only behind his eyelid which thankfully remained intact--to assess his new cellmate.
A moment of silence drug on as he let the newcomer regain bearings, yell at the guards, or whatever else wanted. Then:]
Yo. Might as well get comfortable. Prefer it if they don't come back anytime soon.
II. Recreation
[It would have been nice if there was more equipment or something to use while stuck out here but beggars couldn't be choosers. Except they totally were so he was inclined to complain loudly as a beggar might but somehow decorum won out and he remained quiet at he seethed.
He didn't need anymore bruises anyway.
Now was a good time to get to know some other prisoners, see what was going on, if anyone knew anything. Maybe they'd overheard something from the guards or one of the privileged chosen had come round to talk and let something new slip. Never knew, it was worth a shot.
Failing that, he could always see if a brawl was acceptable form of exercise or not in this place.]
III. A Visitor? A Chat with Neighbors?
[There wasn't much to do in this place most of the time. It felt odd to Majima. He was used to more torture in his imprisonment. Sure, he'd gotten a few doses of that in the past few days, but not nearly as constant as back in the hole. This was so boring by contrast.
Visitors from outside were a welcome distraction. After the first one piqued his interest and bolstered his spirit, Majima found himself watching, waiting for others to come down and talk if they would. If he heard footsteps at any time his attention focused on whether it was a guard or not, and moved closer to the bars if it was someone other than a guard on patrol. The better to grab their attention if wanted.
When that wasn't forthcoming, Majima started trying to talk to other cellmates. The cell across the way so long as they weren't too loud or to either side if possible to get their attention.]
Hey. You heard anything new lately? [ Or ] Why do you think they keep us around if we're failures? Why not get rid of us?