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[Jail is fucking boring.]

[They'd stuck Blake in a cell for a while until they figured out something about community service. It was a lot faster than back in the real world, but even crazy bullshit island has red tape. Blake's not sure whether that's nostalgic or not.]

[Cells are the same everywhere, too. He's never been on this side before. The novelty wears off fast.]

[He wishes he had a ball to bounce against the wall or something. They didn't even leave him any of his animals for company. Maybe that's a good thing. He doesn't know how he's going to explain this to Steve.]

[There's nothing but a book, and there's only so much anybody can take of The Dratini Code.]

[Blake leans back on the hard bunk and tosses his phone in one hand. When he got in here the one thing he was sure of was that he didn't want to talk to anybody, but nothing weakens that conviction like a couple hours alone with the hot, uneasy feeling in the back of his head.]

[He flips the phone open before he can think about it too much and says the first thing that comes to mind.]

[The face that comes up on the screen will look a lot less combative and more withdrawn than usual.]

Hey.

You think they have the Shawshank Redemption around here?

Maybe with one of those stupid puns in the title, and he digs his way out with one of those mole things. A little tiny one for finding rocks.

Seems like everything around here is like back home but turned the local kind of stupid. Do they even make any real original movies?

[In the crappy florescent lights shared by jails everywhere, the lines on his face look deep and weathered.]

I'm tired of nothing but the same old thing.

((OOC: Open for calls and visitors! Blake's in jail for punching Parker, but you don't have to broach the topic if you don't want to. He's not real proud of himself, so he'll pussyfoot around it unless asked directly. If you definitely don't want it to come up, just put in an OOC note.))

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You feel pretty alive to me.

Yeah. Here. back home though... How many people survive half their body being crushed before even more rocks fell on the other half?

[Poor Blake. You should never forget about Bro, because he'll always be there. Watching. Waiting.

Tapping on the bars, because he's finally there.]

Wakey wakey, Eggs and Blakey...

Sounds like this Emily's really important to you. If you were just trying to pick up some intel, then I can't say I'm angry about it. Are people seriously getting on your case about it?

[Blake snorts and starts. He's woken up the rest of the way by the sound of the book smacking into the floor.]

[He levers himself up and looks blearily at the visitor.]

Whaddya you want?

You'd be surprised. I knew a guy who got shot twelve times and made it through. Plus one who was stabbed in the heart. They didn't even have ninja magic. Just real good insurance plans.

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She's a kid I was looking out for.

Like you wouldn't believe.

[The look of surprise that comes over Blake's face is just a little comical.] Wait. You're really on my side here?

Daily life has plenty of its own class of psychos. That one...[Blake's voice tightens. It takes effort to keep it under control.] He was something else.

Anybody else tries to play his game, they'll regret it fast, and for a long, long time.

[That's a problem Blake has a hard time understanding.]

It's not so tough. If somebody's pushing you around and being an asshole, all you have to do is say so. Just look them in the eye and say, "Hey asshole! Get lost!"

[Censoring his language can be put aside for the moment for a good cause.]

Wow, that was an attractive sound, that snort.

[Seriously Blake, you must have all the ladies. Except nah, because you can't have all of the ladies when you're a jailbird, unlike Bro. Who is not a jailbird and could have all of the ladies if he chose.]

I'm here to appreciate irony at work- oh and to keep you company. Jail is boring as fuck, ain't it?

...That bad, huh? What the hell did the guy even do?

[He shook his head.] And everyone who knows me from back home knows I died, while everyone from after that point never heard of me.

[Have an expectant face.]

They would have heard of me.

[Blake rubs his face] Who gives a shit?

[You don't wanna hear ugly noises, don't go waking up people in jail cells.]

It was fine until you showed up.

Real nice of you. Now go away.

[Blake gets it out with a blank, cold expression]

Murdered little kids.

You weren't fine! You were so bored you decided to just sleep life away.

[You're lucky he came when he did. You might've died from boredom!]

I brought cards and also music. [Which is to say a lot of rap.] I'll make your time here super fun.

.........The motherfucking son of a bitch did what?

[The fury in Ash's voice could be surprising, for a man that has apparently no particular link to children. He does nothing to restrain it.]

You never do.

_{[She huffs out a sigh.]}

Look, I never told you this since you seemed cool, but I hate cops.

Because it seems like all of them are fine with hurting someone before they even know if they've got the right person. I've met maybe TWO who didn't.

Do you think there should be another force besides the native authorities of this world?

I'd rather bury it all in the backyard and be normal. [It's rare, but he's stone cold serious.]

Afterlife, nah. Time? That's my thing. But this is getting off topic. Your answer?

[Blake sounds like somebody for whom that particular seething fury is an old, old friend.]

That's exactly what I said.

[A lot of times, once he got over the initial shock, except a lot louder and with a lot more things getting smashed.]

People sleep all the time.

[Blake's starting to miss boredom already.]

[He shoots a glance toward the officer on duty in a vain attempt to get the nuisance thrown out. Officer Jenny, who has heard herself and her compatriots called useless goddamn clones a good dozen times today, is busy with some suddenly vital paperwork.]

I don't want music or super fun. Don't you have ponies to comb?

Damn right there should be. [Blake doesn't even lower his voice in recognition of the officer on duty not far away.]

Everywhere needs somebody who knows what they're doing and goes after the terrorists instead of the people who didn't give their two weeks notice at the Walmart.

Yeah, can't be easy being a time-traveling ghost.

About whether I wanna come back to this depressing place? [He looks around the barren cell. Course not. Don't be stupid.

Forget the privilege of killing him. Everyone in the vicinity should have gotten a shot at him.

[Hell, he'd volunteer the Dark Hound for bigger shots at this point.]

[a little amused despite everything] You sound like an expert.

[Heather's not much more than a teenager. There's no way she's seen the inside of anything bleaker than a shopping mall.]

[That amusement fades fast. He bristles, though not as much as he might. He's tired ~~and she called him cool~~]

You and a lot of people who only see the guys ruining their fun and not the guys who make it so they can sleep safe at night.

Look, nobody wants to go in guns blazing, but hindsight is a luxury we don't get. The bad guys don't have neon signs over their heads. You have to do the best you can with the information you have, and you only get one chance. If you grab the wrong guy, that's what lawyers and trials are for. If you let the right one go because you're not sure...you know it when the next body shows up.

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