This post was spawned from an idea I had while waiting for the bus and is completely fictionalized. Enjoy!
I remember the first guy was scared, and justifiably so. He was maybe twenty with olive skin, dark brown eyes and the beginnings of a thick coarse beard. He kept glancing around the room and then closing his eyes and whispering something to himself; probably praying. His clothes were traditional and threadbare but clean. I couldn't help but take pity on him as I escorted him into the interrogation room and closed the door with a solid, metallic click of finality. I knew he wasn't getting out of here. Not with what they had against him.
The second guy seemed to loathe everything and everyone he set his dark blue eyes on. His face was twisted in a scowl and he too was muttering something under his breath but it was more like a threatening hiss. His skin was much darker and he was clean shaven with similar garb but appeared to be a few years younger. He glanced around the rows of desks covered with stacks of paperwork with such contempt it almost unnerved me. He has like a viper that had been harassed and provoked; ready to lash out at any second. He didn't resist as I escorted him down the concrete hallway but I could feel the tensile strength in his arm and was glad when the door locked behind him.
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So I don't know where this came from but the idea just popped into my head while I was waiting for the bus this morning and I decided to run with it. I could have gone for more detail but I decided to keep it sparse and mysterious.
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