Richie Gecko (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
notafuckingnut) wrote2012-03-23 03:29 pm
notafuckingnut) wrote2012-03-23 03:29 pm
[026] I'm an optimistic pirate and I love my black spot
[PUBLIC -- video]
Why can't more shit that happens around here be like that? I mean, come on. Pirates, how is that not cool. I haven't had that much fun from the Admiral's shitty driving since Vegas. Just throw in Prohibition in Chicago and that's like...the trifecta.
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So that flood we had before was You were kind of
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Why can't more shit that happens around here be like that? I mean, come on. Pirates, how is that not cool. I haven't had that much fun from the Admiral's shitty driving since Vegas. Just throw in Prohibition in Chicago and that's like...the trifecta.
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Fine...?
[wary; he doesn't trust the calm exterior]
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The truth is that you're about the one man imprisoned here who has the slightest chance of understanding how I feel. [A sudden stab of the pencil toward the Will sketch's face.]
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Does it help?
[he's pretty sure it doesn't, it's never helped him for long before, but he feels compelled to ask anyway.]
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Like anyone with my particular afflictions I have good days and bad days. This was a bad day. Sometimes I cannot help but dwell upon his absence.
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[He stares at Richie patiently, just long enough to make him visibly uncomfortable.]
...no.
[Then a tight little smile.] My penchant for elaborate revenge is another issue altogether. Let me simply say that some minds are more comfortable places to live in than others.
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[ he's never been very good at looking at things from someone else's perspective, walking a mile in another man's shoes. His mind may be an uncomfortable, hostile, disorganised mess, but he doesn't know how else it would be. So the look he gives Hannibal, though certainly unsettled, is more or less one of disregard.]
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Really.
[a pause, an uncertain laugh, like he's not convinced of his own words, but he knows it's the Right thing to say.]
I don't hear the walls.
[only when things get really Bad]
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...I do.
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[a pause]
What do they say?
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[He leans back, blinking rapidly and looking thoughtful.] Sometimes the voices are faint, in that very annoying conversation just out of range sort of way. Distracting. Irritating. It makes one nervous. One's blood pressure goes up, heart rate--it becomes impossible to not be tense. And the more the tension rises the worse the entire experience gets.
Other times the voices are very loud but still vague, which is perhaps the most maddening. But sometimes I can hear them quite clearly.
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[but what do yours say, Hanniballll, this is Important.]
Like what happened around Halloween. Only...just the voices.
[...if that makes you feel better?]
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[He taps his lips with his finger as he draws from his case studies.]
They can be very demanding. They often call upon me to do violence to others, or whisper false secrets about those people into my ear. Worst of all is when they imitate the person with me, and make it appear that that person is talking.
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[still wary, but he's starting to relax a little, leaning back in his chair and making himself comfortable. Which generally translates to trying to take up all the leg room.]
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[He doesn't seem to mind the Richiesprawl. In fact he sees it as a good sign.]
Unfortunately Will was one of those people. But I'll let you in on a little secret about him.
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What.
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We all have our problems, Richie. But fortunately where Will's was not manageable, mine is.
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[He's still beyond skeptical.
And sadly going in completely the wrong direction with this. It's easier to accuse others than face your own issues, after all, and even easier to pretend things don't apply to you. He's spent over a decade avoiding it, why stop now?]
So he left 'cause he's a pussy. 'Cause he couldn't handle it here anymore and he just didn't want to deal with it. 'Cause he could, while everybody else is fucking stuck here.
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Of course in my case I'd be stuck here anyway. I have more than my own life to earn back.
[A twitch. He glances at the wall.]
It was much worse before I got things under control. Much worse.
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[Uncertain. He doesn't know if he wants the answer or not, but it's out now, too late to take it back. He fidgets, fingers twisting in his lap.]
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[A pause.]
Why are you telling me all this? I mean...aside from the wanting to kill Will shit, I get that.
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[spam] I am assuming you mean Will issue?
[Still skeptical; he can't help but think there's some ulterior motive here.]
Most people don't.
[spam] Holy crap brainfail. Sorry.
[spam] no worries! <3
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