Incarceration

[caprihorn]

WHO: Gamzee Makara and YOU POSSIBLY SINCE IT'S AN OPEN LOG
WHERE: Superjail
WHEN: December third to December tenth we'll say. EXCEPT FOR THE KARKAT PART that part is in November.
WARNINGS: Gamzee still swears and might get nasty with people because even though he's got a moirail that doesn't mean he'll be calm if his moirail's not around.
SUMMARY: Gamzee is in jail and much calmer than he's been normally. People can come visit and/or harass him if they'd like.
FORMAT: Words I would guess.

And here is Gamzee at long last where he belongs. Only after over three hundred murders, several assaults, and one moirail to get him here. It's been a strange journey for him and he's got not much else to do but reflect on it, that is until he gets some visitors. Even when Gamzee wants to spit in their eyes there's something nice about having a visitor or two to talk to instead of running another idea, another plan, or another mistake through his brain. It gives him just a little something to do.

Comments

[caprihorn]

[Paying attention to that tapping.]

_{The kind where she up and learns to not be at being as rude as she is to her ownself's company.} She should motherfuckin' appreciate how nice the other motherfuckers up at in here are being to her.

[N O P E just like Gamzee never specifically talked about the dolls, opps.]

[amoray]

[surprisingly enough, there is no secret morse code message in the tapping! it is just tapping. in fact, it is the william tell overture.]

Maybe you oughta hawe a talk with her about her sour fuckin' attitude. [a brief pause.] That's what I'd do, if somebody was bein' rude.

[caprihorn]

[He almost looks annoyed when he realizes there's no message there, but at least he's not making a comment about it.

Not that he really can since he doesn't recognize the tune.]

_{Maybe we all should try to get at having a talk.} Have to motherfuckin' all figure out how to get her ownself to up and listen first.

[It's hard to tell if he's sincerely saying he'll talk to Khisanth or if he's using talk to mean something else.

Then, as quick as can be, Gamzee changes the subject.]

_{What have you all been up at doing besides healing?} [And moping.]

[amoray]

Dealin' with Ed's dumb ass gettin' all fucked up by his kismesis, mostly.

[SIGH HIS LIFE IS SO HARD.]

You know humans - don't got it in 'em to do the magnificence a the quadrants justice or anythin'. They mostly just sorta flounder about in 'em all pathetic.

[caprihorn]

He's only motherfuckin' all got to having his ownself one kismesis now?

[Only a slight pause here.]

_{How fucked up did he all get?}

[amoray]

Bad enough. Fuckin' frail-ass humans ain't nowhere near durable enough.

[he should know! still, that long, long diatribe is best saved for another day.]

[caprihorn]

Do all remember you being a pretty weak motherfucker when you were human. _{That all might just be your ownself being weak in general though.}

[Like Gamzee would forget that.]

[amoray]

Kicked your ass anyway.

[so painfully smug.]

[caprihorn]

Once against how many motherfuckin' times we all got to kicking your ass?

[amoray]

You got your tail whipped by a human, assblood. That's lower than low. Almost low as your moirail.

[caprihorn]

_{You're all admitting you're not up at being a proper troll then?} Finally all motherfuckin' saying you've gotten to be human even when you're in a troll body?

_{Pretty sure our troll moirail is still at being higher than that.} And so the motherfuck are we.

[amoray]

Pretty sure you still got your fuckin' self all thrown in the human brig here anyway, stupid. Twice. If that's not a sign a shitbloodery and weakness, I don't know what is.

[and so snootily!!]

And my human moirail's still like a fuckin' thousand times better than your troll moirail. What's that ewen say about him and your tastes?

Nothin' approachin' palatable, I'd wager.

[caprihorn]

_{You still can't even get to proving he's a good moirail for any motherfucker to all make wicked claim like that.} You should just get your motherfuckin' understandin' on that what you all got is nothing compared to what our moirail and us have got.

_{Don't even think you're needing a comparison to get at seeing how you've got a whole lot of shit and nothing in your moirallegiance.}

And us motherfuckin' coming up at here is different from us getting thrown in here.

[amoray]

Mindless babblin' from a sham of a Subjugglator, pissed I'm walkin' free and he's not. I'm practically gettin' goddamn secondhand embarrassment ower here.

[SNEERING. HATE HIM, KISMESISCHAN. HATE HIM.]

Fine. Total cullshit, but fine. But which one a us has still got all a their own personal limbs attached and functional?

[caprihorn]

_{Same motherfucker who's up at being just a not breathing head back up at home.} Least that's what you all motherfuckin' were when we last saw you there.

[OH THIS HATE IS ON.]

[amoray]

...A what.

[STRIDE: BROKEN.]

[caprihorn]

[MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.]

_{A head.} One that's motherfuckin' dead.

[amoray]

What the fuck are you ewen ramblin' about now?

[ATTEMPTING TO REGAIN SAID STRIDE.]

Plenty a folk came about after my own personal arriwal and none of 'em ewer said anythin' about... that.

You're lyin'.

[caprihorn]

_{Considering that we're the motherfuckers who up and took it off your torso, I'm sure we're not lying.} And so the motherfuck am I.

_{And it's not like we got around to showing off all the heads at other motherfuckers anyway.}

[amoray]

[oh man moment of icy horror. Gamzee is running around subjuggloose just doing his thing back in the V(v)eil, isn't he? just wanding, mutilating corpses and mutilating not-corpses and collecting heads (wow disturbing) and just generally being a gigantic jerkass.

but wow none of that is important Gamzee might have hacked off his head.]

You...

[vaguely confused THEN VAGUELY SHOCKED then vaguely disgusted THEN LEGITIMATELY SHOCKED then legitimately angrily THEN SOME MIX OF ALL OF THESE, this is how his expressions go.

for one in his entire life, Eridan has nothing to say.

just feelins.]

[caprihorn]

[Gamzee, for a moment or two, soaks this in. All of Eridan's expressions and his silence are a triumph for him.

It's all beautiful right until he starts to feel some fucking twinge of something approaching guilt.

Fucking. Goddamn. Stupid emotion.

He can't even slightly enjoy this now, he's trying to come up with another insult, but it's just not coming up.

But he's not going to let Eridan just get a reassurance or something like it out of this -]

You were already dead, Eridan. _{And we don't want you to up and die at here.}

We like motherfuckin' having your ownself around and don't want you to get up at not breathing even temporarily.

[that might be a victory for him OH FUCK.

FUCK EMOTIONS.]



[Like any of that will make this better.]

HOLY SHIT NAT HOPE AND DOOM ARE OUT

[amoray]

You fuckin' what?

[ROARING, HE JUST. SHOOTS TO HIS FEET AND SLAMS. HIS HANDS. ON THE TABLE.

GUARDS ARE UNDOUBTEDLY COMING OVER TO DRAG HIM OUT BUT YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOESN'T EVEN CARE.]

You fuckin' - I can't - you -

[reaching across to grab the front of Gamzee's uniform and drag him across the table to just snarl in his face, hopy shit he hasn't been this visibly pissed like ever. ever.]

I oughta slit that fuckin' land-dwellin' corpse-desecratin' neck a yours!

I TEXTED YOU ABOUT THAT FOREVVER AGO and even made a comment about how Eridan would hate his hoodie

[caprihorn]

[WELL FUCK NOW HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK TO DO. He's sort of just let Eridan drag him across the table, but he's caught between being pissed enough to want to punch Eridan in the face and still feeling guilty enough that he doesn't exactly want to do anything about this either.

So, basically, Gamzee's just keeping his eyes locked on Eridan and doing nothing else as the guards come over.]

SURE DID NOT CHECK MY PHONE TODAY and this is true

[amoray]

[and he opens his mouth to continue berating Gamzee, except there is now a hand on his shoulder and two guards letting him know that he kind of has to leave. for a minute it looks like he's going to resist, vice grip still on Gamzee's uniform, until he turns back and growls low and quick:]

We are goin' to discuss this later.

[mostly what the fuck did you cut off my head for what did you do with it. pause. he considers the fact that Gamzee hasn't reacted too much for a moment, and then:]

I fuckin' hate you so much.

[and unless Gamzee is like what the fuck get away, there is now a hurried but somewhat violent hatekiss happening. FUCK THA POLICE GUARDS.]

I AM SHOCKED

[caprihorn]

[Gamzee wasn't entirely expecting that. That means for about one-fourth of a second he's just a little too surprised to return the kiss. The next however long of a second he has though Gamzee takes to kiss Eridan back before the guards can finally drag him away.

That whole upcoming discussion is something he'll just worry about later.]