Post by June Moone on May 9, 2021 5:31:01 GMT -5
Participants: June Moone /Frances Kane
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): Iron Heights Penitentiary, Keystone
Time of Day: Early evening
Weather: Sunny, with a chill breeze
Summary: June Moone has long tried to show Frances Kane that there is life beyond her duality, that she can live a normal life free of fear, putting Magenta behind her. It's a slow process, but for the first time in a long time, Frankie has been given leave, and June wants to show her that a trip to a local park isn't the end of the world.
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): Iron Heights Penitentiary, Keystone
Time of Day: Early evening
Weather: Sunny, with a chill breeze
Summary: June Moone has long tried to show Frances Kane that there is life beyond her duality, that she can live a normal life free of fear, putting Magenta behind her. It's a slow process, but for the first time in a long time, Frankie has been given leave, and June wants to show her that a trip to a local park isn't the end of the world.
Iron Heights loomed ahead of June, who stood looking up at the giant penitentiary with a mild sense of foreboding. She couldn’t help it. Prisons, no matter their location or outward appearance, had a way of reminding her of Belle Reve, and though that chapter of her life was long closed, she still remembered what it felt like to be locked away – even if it was of her own volition. For a long few moments, she stood in the penitentiary’s shadow, its uppermost floors blocking out the early evening sun. Then, she shook her head, pushing past the odd knot of nerves in the pit of her stomach and made for the entrance, pushing one of the large, double doors open with her elbow, her hands occupied by two take-away cups of coffee.
Once inside, she made her way across the run down reception area, to a desk manned by a seemingly emotionless middle aged woman, who sported the name tag ‘Jeanie.’ Placing both cups on the desk, June reached for the tote bag slung over her right shoulder, pulled out her purse, and readied her ID for inspection: she’d become so used to the process, she prepared it almost instinctively.
It had been almost a year since June had begun making visits to Frances Kane; the former villain widely known to the public as ‘Magenta.’ Her exploits had been widely reported on, especially during the many trials surrounding her initial incarceration, and further study about her behaviour and habits had been released almost yearly since, numerous psychologists interviewing and studying Kane to learn about her rather unique psychosis. While many theories had been presented as to how and why Frances had ever manifest the ‘Magenta’ persona, the one most mentioned was her fractured personality.
Ever since she had first discovered she had powers, she had felt a duality within her – a conflict between using her gifts and living a normal life. This was only exacerbated when a scientist, Alysia Damalis, forged a new personality and worked it into Frankie’s psyche. This personality could be activated with a single word, and took the name ‘Magenta.’ Lacking any of Kane’s morality, Magenta utilised her control over metals for vengeance, inflicting pain and terror on those that crossed her path.
It was a story that had spoken to June – perhaps more than any she had ever read. She knew the power that rested in a transformative word, knew what it meant to host a personality not one’s own. She had felt the same sadness and fear Frankie had felt, mourning lives she’d taken without knowing it, constantly worried that ‘the other’ would resurface. Frances Kane was a kindred spirit, and while June Moone tended to keep to herself, she truly felt that, in this one instance, she should reach out.
She was glad she had. Through months of just offering an understanding ear, trying to show that no matter how bad things had seemed, there was hope she could overcome her darker side and live a normal life, June had found a fast friend, someone that she actively enjoyed spending time with, and she believed Kane felt much the same.
“Evening Jeanie!” June smiled brightly, almost mocking the receptionist’s blandness. Her attempted cheer didn’t rub off.
‘Here to see Kane again?’
Moone nodded, and held out her ID. Jeanie eyed it critically, as if it had changed since the last time she’d seen it, then tapped away at the computer in front of her.
“So…can I go through?”
‘Take a seat, Miss Moone. There’s a change in procedure today. Miss Kane is going to be coming down to you.’
Frances Kane
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