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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[The face that comes up on the screen will look a lot less combative and more withdrawn than usual.]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.))
[action]
[After he runs through a kind of reboot process and confirms this is in fact happening]
Uh-uh. No. I am not dealing with this bullshit.
Now I'm locked up in a place full of paint fumes. How the fuck is that supposed to help?!
[action]
If you needed some kind of air freshener, why didn't you say so? I'll be back!
[action]
[There's no way to stop her.]
[Blake flops back on the bunk, head swimming, and groans.]
God damn horses.
[action]
But-!
No buts! It's called prison for a reason young girl. You can give him whatever you like after he's released or drop it at the front counter.
Then let me hang these up over there then I'll--
I'm sorry, but I'll have to decline.
[Jenny, why so mean.]
[action]
[almost graciously] Forget it, kid. I don't need a cake with a file in it.
[A little too close to the bars, it turns out. When he steps back he has a smear of blue on his face.]
[He reaches up to touch it.] Fucking hell.
[action]
Alright missy, time to go.
[Course with Pinkie being more persistent, the Jenny had to toss her out the door, literally.]
[action]
I don't know what you've been stuffing up your nose, kid, but it's time to quit.
[And now those clone police are at least a little redeemed in Blake's eyes.]
[He watches pink paint drip down a bar and mutters to himself.] Damn horses.