lieutenantantichrist | [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[The face that comes up on the screen will look a lot less combative and more withdrawn than usual.]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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_{[The larger man huffs through his nostrils like a bull in overalls and points a finger at Blake.]}

Don't make me get rough with you, grandpa. I'm just passin' along sentiments.

Get- does punching me in the fucking head out of nowhere not count as rough?!

[Blake keeps his distance and stays on his toes in case the crazy son of a bitch decides to take another swing. The next might take his head right off.]

[His hand covers the bruised half of his face.]

All I know is a little girl disappeared and your friend had something that belonged to her. I don't need any hired goons giving me shit.

_{[To answer Blake's question, Ralph just pounds his fist into an open hand and pops his knuckles. That was a love tap, buddy.]}

All you know? Better get your facts straight next time, buddy. I'm done here. See ya 'round.

[Blake's heard quieter gunshots.]

[Now would be the smart time to shut up and let him walk away.]

[Blake calls after him.]

Who the hell are you, anyway? This has nothing to do with some shaved bear doing road work.

Nobody you need to worry about so long as you keep your hands to yourself.

You threatening me, asshole?

_{[Blake, Ralph is trying SO HARD to be a Good Guy right now. He's exacted swift and non-messy justice and he just wants to go back to his dorm, scoop up the weird bratty kid he's made friend with, and go camping.]

[But you just won't let him, will you?]

[Ralph stops in his tracks, turns around slowly, then throws both arms up in the air and rushes Blake just like the animal he's been calling him.]}

AAARRRGGGHHHH!

[The second it's out of his mouth, Blake gets the feeling he's just made a bad decision.]

[This is soon confirmed.]

[There is seven feet of pissed off roaring foul-smelling son of a bitch barreling down on him, and Blake]

[he fucking runs]

_{[That's what he thought! Ralph continues bellowing and moves at a rather alarming speed for a garbage truck. He reaches out to grab the back of the other man's shirt and lift him off the ground.]}

You wanna say somethin' else?

_{[Ralph eyes the nearby manhole he crawled out of.]}

Or you want me to put you where scum like you belongs?

[No matter how fast he goes, the yelling's getting closer]

[Then Blake's flailing in midair as the ground drops away from his feet]

[The street's passing under him a whole lot faster than it has any right to.]

[He gets an idea of where the son of a bitch is trying to take him, and his eyes go wide]

Oh fuck no!

[He grabs onto the ape's tree-stump wrist with both hands and uses the leverage to try to kick him hard in the side and win free]

Fucking Donkey Kong! Let go of me!

_{[Of all the things to call him.]

[The wrecker has no ill feelings toward the ape himself, but his game has been called a knock-off more than once and when you share the same arcade with bigshots like Mario, it can get a little old. Plus he's already mad. So.]

[He peels Blake's hands off of his wrist and turns the man around so that he could glare at him face to face.]}

THE NAME IS WRECK-IT RALPH.

_{[He says it with a sincerity that leaves no room for argument. It's not some nick-name he just made up to intimidate the other man with. At least he's forgotten about the sewer?]}

[Oh fuck.]

[Now he has the guy glaring straight in his face.]

[He tries to glare back.]

Fine, Ralph, whatever.

Now put me down.

[Or he'll do a lot more kicking.]

_{[Ralph thinks over Blake's request and, surprisingly, lets him go without grace, splaying his hands in the process. He could be the bigger man.]}

You done?

[Blake wasn't actually expecting him to do it.]

[He hits the ground with a surprised thud.]

[He sits up, rubbing his head. He's gonna have a whole collection of bruises after this.]

[He gives Ralph a dirty look and opens his mouth to say something smartass when old self-preservation kicks in and slows him down.]

....yeah.

_{[Ralph looks ready to retaliate when Blake opens his mouth, but when he shuts it, he stands at ease.]}

Good. I'm glad we had this heart-to-heart. I feel like we connected. Bye.

_{[He sets his jaw and makes to stalk away a second time, this time glancing back at Blake to make sure he doesn't try anything cute.]}

[Blake's face settles into a dirty look as soon as the gorilla's back is turned]

[It's gone when he looks back.]

[Blake rubs his bruised face and goes to collect his trash picker thing. He doesn't need to get bitched at by anybody else today.]

[Son of a bitch. I'll remember that.]

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