lieutenantantichrist | [8] Video/Action for Goldenrod, backdated to around the 9th

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[8] Video/Action for Goldenrod, backdated to around the 9th

[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[The face that comes up on the screen will look a lot less combative and more withdrawn than usual.]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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Cop fights ninja thief over and over, with added backstory if you read instead of watching. I haven't heard of those movies, but that's not surprising. A lot of really old ones are kept in vaults and only taken out for new copies extremely rarely, because the prints are so damaged and fragile that anything could destroy them.

[Peter Pan's still around, though.]

Uncooperative as in avoidant, or uncooperative as in confused? Could they have just found that item somewhere, or even bought it here?

Sounds pretty good right now. [snorts to himself] This thief wasn't a ninja, though, and there's not gonna be any more fights.

Nice to know they still exist somehow. The future's gotta have The Godfather.

[For a second, Blake looks uncomfortable.] Could've been either. She wouldn't tell me where she got the thing.

It wasn't just that. She was stealing from people, too.

Those old movies cost more than most people can afford, though. It's not like they're available for all to watch and enjoy.

[He sounds quite disappointed by that.]

...Would a kidnapper risk discovery by committing pettier crimes? I'm not an expert, but I think that would be counterproductive.

That's not right. Stuff like Rocky, that shouldn't be some special rich people shit.

[he has something of a point there] You'd think, right? But criminals aren't always smart, or sane. You can't expect them to think like me or you. I once caught a guy who was wanted for aggravated assault because he was out selling weed. Didn't want to miss out on the cash by laying low.

It's too bad the video supports from back then degrade so quickly, really. These days you can watch a movie that's over a hundred years old and get the exact same experience as watchers did when it first came out.

[Too bad that also works for videos of colonies getting destroyed.]

...That's just sad. Maybe he was sampling his own product, to get that idea in the first place.

Hey, give us some credit for getting past VHS.

[He snorts a half-laugh.] Probably. Everybody thinks they're the perfect-crime mastermind, and most of them are just run of the mill idiots.

The ones who really have a plan...

[A dark look comes over him as he thinks of the exception.]

Those are your one-in-a-million sickos.

VHS? Even museum can't keep those in their exhibits now; those things break down if you breathe on them.

[Ah, the dark look of unpleasant remembrance. He knows that look.]

...And yet those one-in-a-million sickos always show up in places where you'd never expect them, don't they.

[Ahh, nostalgia] They basically did that at the time, too.

[Blake's jaw goes tight. His hand wraps around the edge of the bunk, knuckles whitening.]

Buddy, you don't know the half of it.

Guess that proves their authenticity, then.

[He frowns at that display. Definitely a story there, and definitely one he wouldn't like.]

...Yours isn't there at the moment, right?

[Just checking.]

No. If he was, he'd be dead. [Just a hint of a deep, deep rage flickers over his face, not his usual impulsive anger but the kind of hatred that sinks to the bone and lasts a lifetime.] I'd find a way.

[On a hunch, going by the way Ash's voice hints at personal experience] Yours?

...Ever wondered how a one-in-a-million sicko would turn out if he had complete control over millions of fanatically devoted people, a technologically-superior army and a grand plan to create a new master human race?

[Not that Ezelcant had been his sicko, really. But between Kio and Zeheart, it kind of had become personal in the end.]

Jesus fuck.

[He's seen the kind of thing one dedicated psycho can do without much exceptional in the way of resources.]

[He's about to sink into brooding, but hearing somebody else's problems makes him take a swerve]

You have Space Hitler?

Yeah, except with a better army and a looser grasp of darwinism. But if he showed up here he'd be nothing more than a dying old man with no support, at least. As harmless as a man like that can get. Doesn't sound like that's the case with yours.

[Blake meditates on that and can only offer] Fuck.

So that's who all the giant robots are for fighting. Must be a convincing son of a bitch if he got that many people behind him.

[He remember Ash saying something about a war when they were in a bar somewhere...when was that? If he thinks about it too hard he gets the feeling of an immense, hulking shape looming above him, so he gives up on trying to pinpoint it.]

[He picks at his sleeve.] Mine's dead. I don't know whether to thank Jayden or hate him for stealing the privilege.

Desperate people are willing to believe anyone, if there's a chance it'll improve their conditions.

[Coming from most, those words could sound very judgemental.

Coming from Ash, they just sound sad.]

I doubt anyone would blame you for switching between the two as you want.

Damn. How lousy can the future get?

[Blake's glad he doesn't quite believe. Sure as hell can't see his world getting there.]

Somebody had to kill the son of a bitch.

Hell. I guess you could say he earned it. I didn't.

[He let it go by right under his nose, because it was something he didn't want to see.]

As lousy as people can make it. There are a few that put a lot of effort in it.

[Good thing many of them are dead by now.]

The important part is that somebody did, I guess. Some people just can't be stopped any other way.

Always are.

Figures that going to the stars and screwing green ladies hasn't changed people that much.

[Blake's face gets distant.]

Yeah.

The true, crazy fucks never give up.

The sad thing is, that's why that madman went on his people-testing, unworthy-killing spree in the first place.

[He just went about it the completely wrong way.]

Hell, sometimes they even get themselves successors.

To screw green ladies? [Blake may have lost something there.]

Yeah. [Blake's fingers tap on his knee.] Copycats.

To make the future less lousy. I think his standards slipped a little at some point.

[Though he did have a hot, not green-skinned wife, too.]

Thank goodness those are less organized that the originals, more often than not. Were there many, in your case?

Once you're solving problems with space nazis, something's slipped all right.

No. Not for this guy. [A troubled look passes over Carter's face.] Not yet.

That I know of at least. Who knows what could be going on at home?

[When he thinks of all the time passing without him, he remembers the jail cell isn't the only cage he's in.]

Normal, boring daily life if you're lucky, psycho 2.0 if you're not. I just hope for your sake that the odds aren't 50-50.

[He's not quite sure enough to bet on it, though.]

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

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