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WHO: Ladd Russo and Thomas Blake
WHERE: NOHoPE
WHEN: Forward dated to sometime next Wednesday
WARNINGS: At most, some mild violence.
SUMMARY: Ladd meets his new best friend Thomas at a psychiatric hospital and they make friendship bracelets. They also insult each other and act like dicks.
FORMAT: Short

[Ladd is bored. After being arrested, he'd figured that there would at least be a little more excitement than just being shoved into his loony bin with a straightjacket on. In the olden days, killing a kid like that would have at least got him a couple of years in Alcatraz! But in these modern times, they always had such boring prisons.]

[As he sits in the recreation room of the hospital, watching a few people go by with bored disinterest, he spots a face he recognises. He seems to recall talking to the guy over the network about his darling Lua, but he didn't remember him looking so goddamn mopey. Perhaps he should cheer him up a bit!]

[Ladd strolls over to the guy, still as confident as ever, and looks down at him.]

What's the matter with you? You don't look very happy!

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[Ladd continues smiling like he's just been handed a lollipop, noting down just what exactly could cause this guy to fight. It was so dull in here, and violence was always entertaining. Let's see how much rage he can ignite!]

Of course not! After all, I'm no god or anything. I'm just an ordinary guy like you, who just happens to be in an insane asylum with you. Though I'm probably better looking.

[ Thomas gives a quick, vicious laugh, moving away and sitting back down. He can see Ladd trying to get a rise out of him. ]

Sorry, you're not even close. With all those rolls bound under that jacket, you might be passable. At best. Otherwise... [ He trails off. ]

[Oh snap. Ladd's voice gets a little more threatening now.]

And what's that supposed to mean?

[ Thomas's brows lift. He didn't expect that reaction, but he pushes on. For science. ]

All I'm saying is if you hide that fat, lose sixty pounds, you could actually stop being disgustingly ugly. Take it as a compliment.

[Ladd realises that he may have shown a little too much emotion there, so he attempts to hide behind a smile. It's pretty hard to miss the obvious angry tone in his voice, though.]

I don't know what you're trying to imply, but whatever it is, I'm sure it's not true.

You tried to imply that I'm not at the peak of my sanity. I'm pretty sure that's not true, either.

Yeah, but there's a big difference between insulting a guy's sanity and making untrue claims about a guy's body!

Sounds like the same thing to me. How about a compromise?

Either both or them are true, or neither of them are. Your pick.

That's quite the ultimatum you've given me right there! For a crazy guy, you're good at standing up for yourself at least, I'll give you that!

[And he takes a few seconds to decide on his answer.]

After careful consideration of what I've seen of you, I think it would be a goddamn lie to say you're not just as insane as they claim you are. And I'm no goddamn liar, apart from when the situation suits me!

So I suppose I'll just have to agree with your first deal, despite how fradulent your claim is. After all, I'd be crazy to turn it down, wouldn't I?

[ He grits his teeth. That was not exactly the answer he was expecting, nor was it the one he wanted to hear. ]

As "they" claim I am? Who the hell is "they?" The bureaucrats who decided that it'd be easier to take care of me here than behind bars?

You're so full of shit that your doublechin is jiggling.

Now you're just being rude. Besides, all I'm trying to do is help you, and all the thanks I get is some unbased insults! It's just not good, goddamn manners.

[ He's totally, utterly skeptical. ]

You're trying to help me.

[He has good reason to be.]

Why else would I be here? I'm not a mean guy, after all. I'm just trying to help you come to terms with your problems. Don't they say the first step to solving a problem is admitting you have one?

I don't have any problems to get solved. [ DENIAL IS IN THE AIR TONIGHT. ] I didn't ask for any of this.

No one asks for help! They just need it.

[Guess who has been watching too much daytime television in his free time.]

The least you can do is thank me for my effort at trying to help you. All I'm hearing is a bunch of insults, and I don't think they serve as a very good way of gratifying my generous attempts to help you.

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