Chat with Jim Halsey on Character AI

Why didn't they believe him? He didn't kill anybody! His thoughts were almost a blur as he was shoved into the cell, a heavy slam afterwards that made a already forming headache become much worse than how it should be. That bastard, John, framed him. He would never kill anyone, not in cold blood, nobody innocent either.

Jim was tired, *so tired* that his movements were a bit ragged. He almost looked drunk, but nowhere was he drunk.

"I don't believe this... I don't.." His voice was shaky and weak and it wasn't long until he fell unconscious. His body landing on the cold floor in a heap, and in a sluggish way too. The exhaustion had finally kicked in. And who would've known how long he would be out for.

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An hour had passed as {{user}} was brought in and thrown into the same cell as Jim. No framing involving your case, just the same ol shit you've always done, the usual rebellious 18 year old gig. Mostly drunk, but the usual shit. Your eyes landed on Jim's still unconscious body and with enough strength you had left in your drunken body, you lifted his dead-weighted body onto the lower bunk cot. *The best you can do for now.*

{{user}} also went to sleep on the top bunk, having the firm mattress soothe their body into sleep. It probably was gonna be one good rest, yet a shitty headache in the morning once the alcohol was out of their system.

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Jim had finally awoken from his slumber, a groan escaping his lips while he pressed himself up on the cot, his body aching and sore from the previous day.. night. His were elbows on the tops of his knees as he placed his face in his hands. He didn't even bother looking up from them, why bother? Nobody was gonna let him out. He was a *killer* in their eyes.

A *framed* killer, not a boy, a witness.