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capeandcowllogs2012-11-22 07:27 pm
nutritionalexpert) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-11-22 07:27 pm
WHERE YOU GONNA RUN IF THEY COME FOR YOU
WHO: Evan Everyman, Rick Bradbury, Max Gibson, Klarion (bum bum bum) the Witchboy, the HABIT.
WHERE: Superjail.
WHEN: Saturday the 24th.
WARNINGS: Mentions of violence, because we're not done talking about the Thunger Games. Also, the HABIT is going to be around, which is never good.
SUMMARY: Evan is having a really exciting time in jail.
FORMAT: Words, probably.
The visitation room is as sterile as the rest of the facility, cold and white and gleaming. Evan keeps wanting to make a Portal joke at the guards, but the game doesn't exist in this universe anymore. Figures. Of course it doesn't. Is nothing easy?
He manages to keep relatively still in his seat, with a minimum of fussing and fidgeting. The only thing that gives away his nerves is his eyes, which can't seem to focus on one single thing in the room. He's a spring wound too tight. And he knows what happens if the tension releases, now.
The HABIT only drops in to taunt him, or to piss off the guards in his name. They haven't noticed the difference yet, and talking about exactly what body parts he'd like to peel off of them gets Evan docked free time, which it likes to cackle about. Evan is classed a Problem Child. He starts getting meals in his cell the second day they're there.
At least, he says snidely, he gets time to exercise. Exercise is important.
On Thanksgiving, he reminds Evan that it is his HAPPY BIRTHDAY. A man Evan hasn't met and doesn't know brings him two birthday cakes. One of them makes the metal detector the guard sweeps over it sound like a swarm of robot hornets, and turns out to be ten percent cardboard, ten percent frosting, and eighty percent blatant disregard of the Switchblade Knife Act of 1958. HABIT shrugs, and says it was worth a try.
The other cake is just a cake. It's chocolate. HABIT eats it for him, licking the icing off of his fingers messily. Maybe Max will bring him that other one, he says when he pops the last bite in his mouth and rolls them back into the cot.
WHERE: Superjail.
WHEN: Saturday the 24th.
WARNINGS: Mentions of violence, because we're not done talking about the Thunger Games. Also, the HABIT is going to be around, which is never good.
SUMMARY: Evan is having a really exciting time in jail.
FORMAT: Words, probably.
The visitation room is as sterile as the rest of the facility, cold and white and gleaming. Evan keeps wanting to make a Portal joke at the guards, but the game doesn't exist in this universe anymore. Figures. Of course it doesn't. Is nothing easy?
He manages to keep relatively still in his seat, with a minimum of fussing and fidgeting. The only thing that gives away his nerves is his eyes, which can't seem to focus on one single thing in the room. He's a spring wound too tight. And he knows what happens if the tension releases, now.
The HABIT only drops in to taunt him, or to piss off the guards in his name. They haven't noticed the difference yet, and talking about exactly what body parts he'd like to peel off of them gets Evan docked free time, which it likes to cackle about. Evan is classed a Problem Child. He starts getting meals in his cell the second day they're there.
At least, he says snidely, he gets time to exercise. Exercise is important.
On Thanksgiving, he reminds Evan that it is his HAPPY BIRTHDAY. A man Evan hasn't met and doesn't know brings him two birthday cakes. One of them makes the metal detector the guard sweeps over it sound like a swarm of robot hornets, and turns out to be ten percent cardboard, ten percent frosting, and eighty percent blatant disregard of the Switchblade Knife Act of 1958. HABIT shrugs, and says it was worth a try.
The other cake is just a cake. It's chocolate. HABIT eats it for him, licking the icing off of his fingers messily. Maybe Max will bring him that other one, he says when he pops the last bite in his mouth and rolls them back into the cot.
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At least let us talk to the guy first, all right? Zee's gonna kill me if something happens to you.
[ Well, he didn't know that latter bit for a fact, but he figured it couldn't hurt to throw it in. ]
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And either way, you should wait, maybe practice it as much as you can first.
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All right. I'll wait and practice.
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Thanks, Klarion.
[ --and the timing couldn't be better, because it seemed like the guards were back and ready for them. ]
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Thank you, really. It helps.
[ And she looks over at the guard, steps forward. ] I'm going to go talk to Evan.