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[001] where were you, I was worried

[Text. Or, more specifically, a series of them, spread a couple minutes apart]

SETH. Cmon Seth this isn't funny. Where the fuck r u weve got a rendezvous 2 make. At least I think we do. What the fuck is this place anyway? The service sucks the beds like a rock and there isn't even a TV. What am I supposed to do in here stare at the ceiling for an hour? This is bullshit.

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She bit me, is what she did.

[...Which is worse than it sounds, but he's not going into it.]

Oh, is that all. Redeem myself for what?

Okay, I know this sounds like a weird question, but did you die?

You're either being given a second chance as an Inmate or you're here as a Warden to help redeem an Inmate.

Um, I'm sorry, who's "her"?

[A scoff; what a ridiculous question.]

No.

[Pause]

Maybe. I don't fucking know. One minute I'm in a scene out of some fucking horror movie, the next I'm in this shitty room.

[Don't mind him if he sounds a little hysterical; he's not really over it yet]

The bitch who took a fucking chunk out of my neck. 'Satanico Pandemonium'.

[It's okay, Claire gets the whole lack of good mood upon first arrivals.

Still, she winces.]

No, I don't even know who that is. What's your name?

[Have a guy peering intently at the screen, Claire. He's a little calmer now that he can see her, but he's still fairly clearly agitated. The left side of his neck and about half of his shirt and jacket on the same side are pretty much drenched with dried blood, but he doesn't seem to actually notice any of this.]

Yeah, I didn't either before tonight. ...Yesterday. Whenever it was.

I'm Richie.

Edited 2011-08-11 02:24 (UTC)

[Her eyes widen at the sight of him.]

Ohmygod, are you okay?? Are you still bleeding?

[Cue puzzled look. Why is she...? He reaches up to itch his neck and -- OH. That's why. Yeah, he is kind of a hot mess, and the improvised duct tape bandage around his hand probably isn't helping the image any. He shrugs]

Nah, I'm okay; it looks worse than it is. Listen, do you know if there's a guy named Seth hanging around here?

[He had to be an Inmate. Though, Wardens did die...she swallowed hard, trying to focus instead on his question.]

Um, Seth. We had one or two before, what's his last name?

[After some consideration; he doesn't like giving up the information, but he figures in some situations you have to. And it's not like there are any pigs after him anymore, if she's right.]

Um. Gecko?

OH! He was here before, like, a while ago. But he's not here anymore. How do you know him?

Whatever it was that they say you did wrong back home. [If you could see him, he'd be waving a hand dismissively.]

She bit you to death?

Whattaya mean, he was here a while ago? I was just with him, and he was in fucking prison before that! ...And not whatever hellhole this is, either.

[...Okay. Calm down. Deep breath. Don't yell at the pretty girl, it's probably not her fault. Probably.]

He's my brother.

What, like the robberies and shit? But we had to do those.

[...And clearly he has never done anything else wrong or worse in his entire life.]

She took a fucking chunk out of my neck.

[...No, he is NOT letting this go. Apparently.]

Sounds like a pretty bad date, man.

[He'll come back to the way the Barge works later. For now, time for trollin'.]

Don't trust strippers in Mexico, man. Fuck.

So how'd you die?

Hey, listen. I'm sure others have probably helped you out already, but if you have any questions... just let me know, okay? [Helpful Bruce is helpful. Always. ~~And apparently lacks the 'this is a bad guy' instinct~~.]

Edited 2011-08-11 23:18 (UTC)

...And who the hell are you?

[Yep. Still cranky apparently. But hey, he's working on his language! Sort of. It's a good sign, anyway.]

I'm Bruce [A distinctive pause, then:] Banner. One of the wardens here. And you are?

[He would almost regret helping you out. But its.. kinda his job.]

[Claire pulled her lips into her mouth, averting her eyes in guilt or sympathy. Maybe both.]

I'm sorry, I know it's confusing. [She looked back up at him.]

I left my brother too, when I came here. I have three back home. It's like...shit, how do I explain this?...it's like time pauses when we come here, but no one notices, and it isn't until we go back that everything resumes. [She leaned her head into one hand.] I just made things worse, didn't I?

[That's okay. Richie's...kind of anti-help anyway, he's about as thrilled about this as you are, Bruce.]

Richard Gecko. Inmate, apparently.

[Note the unvoiced "and I don't know how that happened."]

[That unvoiced bit? It is noticed.]

...Apparently? Is there a file or a folder nearby telling you about the ship?

I'm pretty sure I was dealing with either vampires or cannibals before I got here, so it's all about the same amount of fucked up.

[...He's not entirely sure, he was too busy BLEEDING ALL OVER THE PLACE to really pay attention.

In any event, he plucks at shirt and jacket a bit helplessly and pulls a face; he hasn't been covered in this much blood in...a while. And even then, it wasn't his. He should probably do something about it, but...eh.]

And somehow I doubt there's a whole lot left for me there anyway, considering, so. What the hell.

Still fucking bullshit though.

...Is there supposed to be?

[Translation: I didn't look for one. Or look very hard.]

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