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lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-07-12 08:27 pm
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2013-07-12 08:27 pm
[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[The face that comes up on the screen will look a lot less combative and more withdrawn than usual.]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.))
[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.))
video;
[He can barely remember sentimentality. It's something that happens to other people.]
It's always the kids.
[His thick fingers fold together. He stares at them for a while.]
Tony Barbero. Gang crossfire. Nothing to do with him.
Couldn't even pin it to anybody and make it stick.
That was back before I started dealing with the real sick shit.
The people I deal with, most of the time they're either idiots who don't understand anything but fists, or they know how to game the system. If you don't get dirty, they walk out scot-free.
[He nods distantly.] Yeah, I'm not making any plans to bust out.
[Then he looks up, a little surprised] You'd really do that?
I doubt you'll find anything, but- I appreciate it.
video;
[He shrugs.]
Yeah, I'll go look. We'd all sleep a little better if we knew for a fact whether you were right or wrong on this one.
video;
[Getting mad feels good, but he can't hold onto it for long.]
Yeah. You shovel the shit and it just keeps piling up behind you.
You know the craziest part? Being here, I miss it. It's hard, ugly, and you may not actually be doing a damn bit of good, but it's doing something.
The local cops say the lady checked out clean, but I wouldn't trust them on anything tougher than getting a cat out of a tree.
[That gets him a dirty look from one on duty as she walks by. Blake scowls right back.]