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[Backdated to the day after the end of port because KaOS is a slow thing.]

[SPAM for infirmary folks and Seth]

[He wakes with a headache, but that's practically normal by now. Or normal enough that he accepts it with a sigh and a careful push to sitting. The headache travels all over, echoing just about everywhere, but it's the worst in his neck. Where it was snapped like a toothpick when the murderer got tired of the one man pillow fight. He grits his teeth and tries to get comfortable, and when the staff comes by he swallows the pills without question. All of them.]

Fuck. I'm really getting sick of this.

[Backdated to we shall say YESTERDAY.

Consequently, the Richie who shows up on the network looks about semi-miserable. Not intolerably so, but certainly like he hasn't been sleeping. Stressed out.]

Okay I take it back. Feel free to complain.

Just...not so loud or I'm gonna have to come over there and bash your brains in or something.

I don't even get why this is happening. I didn't do anything, I didn't say anything to anybody, there's just no...

[Ehhhh and now it's worse. He pulls his glasses off and shoves his palms into the space they vacated, as if pressing them into his eye sockets will actually help in any way.

Surprise. It doesn't.]

This is bullshit. Can it just be over already?

[Accidental VIDEO]

[He turns the letter over and over in his hands, pausing now and then to read the outside, a single word written in an all-too-familiar hand, with a worried expression. Unsettled. He already knows what's inside, he's read it a dozen times by now, maybe more, practically has the damn thing committed to memory but he's no closer to deciding what it MEANS.

He was here. He was HERE. And Richie missed him.

He unfolds the page, scanning over the words inside.

Keep your head down. Do what the warden says; you don't have to LIKE him, but do what he says. It's a prison, not Spring fucking Break. And for god's sake stay away from the girls.

There's more, more of the same, plus some encouragements on top of it but it doesn't matter because there's nothing about why he left. Like it didn't happen, like he'd never been here at all, but he was. Richie's sure he was. Only...

Lua said it was okay to be mistaken sometimes. That it happened, that sometimes things weren't the way they looked the first time.

But he'd been here. He KNOWS he was.

He frowns at the paper, a headache building somewhere in the back of his skull with his growing uncertainty. Fingers curl in, crushing, crumpling it into a ball, into nothing, and he casts it away from him, sending it skittering off into who knows where before pulling his knees towards his chest, twitching fingers running through his hair absently, a soothing gesture, for as much good as it seems to do.

He doesn't want to be here anymore. He's finished. A shove at the nightstand, just enough to jostle it without knocking it over completely, and the communicator drops to the floor, killing the feed.]

[Unintentional VIDEO post, with intentional SPAM for Graham]

-- I'm fucking fine, okay? You're hovering.

[All the whining. It might be the concussion talking, but it's probably just Richie being Richie.

He's talking to someone off-screen. It's Richie's room, to those familiar with the location, and Richie himself, currently seated on the worn single, looks a little worse for wear; split lip for one, without his glasses for another, but he also seems groggy, and he appears to be making an active attempt not to move more than he has to.]

[A/N: Takes place a few hours after the conclusion of this. Richie has been located and returned to his room but is still accompanied by his warden unless otherwise specified, so assume interruptions are a possibility.]

Hurts like a fucking son of a bitch, thanks for asking

I been to some fucked up places in my time, but that place is fucked up.

Entries tagged with life hurts

045 here it goes again

[041] ask me no questions I'll tell you no lies

[028] wish I knew what you were looking for

[022] have you ever tried? There must be 5000 ways to die

[011] with your feet in the air and your head on the ground

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