capeandcowllogs | Incarceration

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.

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[MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.]

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

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'.

_{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.}

[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.]

[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.]

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!

Edited 2011-12-11 09:33 (UTC)

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[of course, the guards aren't particularly thrilled at this - Eridan doesn't make his being dragged away very difficult, though after five or so feet of walking with them he does twist around to shout back.]

And don't think you're off the hook, Gam; I'm still ridiculously god damn pissed and you are in a upright ridiculous amount a shit with me.

[half-walking-half-being-dragged through the door now, turned almost all the way around to face Gamzee, he points and shouts:]

You can fuckin' count on it!

[Yeah, Gamzee's definitely getting taken back to his cell at this point, but he's not getting dragged there now at least.

And more importantly he doesn't feel too guilty right this second, so he has to add a little something in before he loses the chance to.]

_{We motherfuckin' all will,} Eri.

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HOLY SHIT NAT HOPE AND DOOM ARE OUT

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

SURE DID NOT CHECK MY PHONE TODAY and this is true

I AM SHOCKED

I KNOW WHEN DOES THAT EVER HAPPEN

NEVER