From London to New York, Cap Ferrat to Capri

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WHO: Grell, the Major
WHERE: Supahjail!
WHEN: Satur...day. Lunchtime.
WARNINGS: Fabulousness.
SUMMARY: Grell goes to fabulousify the Major and eventually discussion of Cinematic Record happens.
FORMAT: para?



How many weeks had he been in prison? Grell had been contemplating this all day for lack of anything better to do, and that continued into the cafeteria with a listless and bored lunch. Really, how much time had he wasted over three insignificant lives? It was a travesty. Personally, Grell was estimating...oh, two months? Apparently murder could net you a life sentence - and there was no way he would spend the next few centuries in these abhorrent conditions. Despite that, his attempts to find an escape route were all met with failure and disappointment - for being built by humans, this prison was remarkably well-built.

Really, all he wanted to do was have some fun.

"I suppose I'll have to wait until I'm loose, now won't I?" He sighed dramatically, getting some sidelong glances as he did. Needless to say, he wasn't the most popular person in the prison. Sighing again, a long-suffering one, he looked back down at his food with a slight grimace.

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"Hmmm," he purred, biting his lip distractedly as he reached up to play around with said hair, "a wash, of course~, possibly followed by...oh, a bit of dye, something to bring out your eyes. What color do you propose?" He asked it with a grin, in a sort of way that said I'll pretend to take your opinion into consideration, but probably won't. "How about red?"

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"Nein!" The word was out of the Major's mouth before he could stop it, and he immediately clapped a hand to his jaw and groaned as pain shot through it. Still, it was worth it to make perfectly and absolutely clear to Herr Sutcliffe that the Sturmbahnfuhrer of the Millennium Group was not going redhead.