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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[The face that comes up on the screen will look a lot less combative and more withdrawn than usual.]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.))
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[Blake tended to be one of those people who assumed kids were dumb and didn't really pay attention to anything. She proved him wrong a lot.]
[he huffs a disbelieving sound] A lot of people don't see it that way. Hell, these days everybody grabs onto their kids around us.
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I know what you mean about that. Didn't take me long to shape up knowing Clem was there.
[He hesitates, and then raises an eyebrow.]
You know, going around beating on women in the middle of the street isn't exactly doing anything to get rid of that image.
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[There was actually somebody to worry about being a bad influence on.]
Hey. I'm not some psycho attacking people for no good reason.
I'm not even police here. [He sounds lost.] If I was, there wouldn't've been a problem, because I would've gotten everybody on the case the minute she went missing.
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[...]
[Lee doesn't think he needs to remind Carter that their little girls are gone for good, permanently. For now, anyway. This isn't a kidnapping - it's actually reversing the kidnapping of bringing them here. He sits back down and slumps, his elbows holding himself up.]
Still, you don't just up and resort to violence on a woman, that shit ain't right. Surely to god you learned better ways to detain suspects than by beating on them, didn't you?
[If not he'll just be over here...glad that he wasn't arrested in Philly.]
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If somebody's attacking you, what are you gonna do? Just stand there and let her hit you? I'm nobody's punching bag.
It's as easy or as hard as they make it. Sure, I'd rather bring them in quietly, but if they try to fight or run, it gets rough. Murderers don't get kid gloves.
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And who the fuck said she was a murderer?
[Whoa there friend. I think you need to sit down.]
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[without thinking] I wasn't talking about her.
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Yeah, because punching someone really changes their mind on wanting to shoot you. Man, if you can get close enough to throw a punch you're close enough to disarm them.
[...oh boy, he's not sure he likes where this is going.]
Hey- you know what, just finish your beer. We can talk about this shit after you're out of jail.
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[grumbles] Thanks for the goddamn expertise.
[What is it about being a cop that makes everybody think they could do it better? Blake's about to lay into him good.]
[He lets his breath out. He doesn't have it in him right now. Hell, Lee brought him a beer.]
[Blake picks the can up and turns it idly in his hand.]
It's nothing you wanna hear.
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And something snapped in Lee when he saw the smoking gun in Lilly's hand - he could have hit her, he could have killed her as easily as he later would kill the Stranger. But even when he was madder than he had been, his focus wasn't on hurting her, it was on keeping her from hurting anyone else. He remembered how small her wrists felt under his palms, how she looked like the scared little girl Carley had just called her out as, remembered taking the gun when she dropped it and telling her to get back in the RV.
So yeah - if you're close enough to throw a punch, you're close enough to disarm.
Lee doesn't speak the whole time he's remembering this. He hardly can - Carley's last moments still weigh on his shoulders heavy with guilt - he should have seen the gun, he should have gotten it from Lilly before... He takes a long drink of his beer and heaves a heavy sigh.]
Back where I come from, it's not the dead you really gotta watch out for - they're there, yeah, but they're stupid and slow. When it's all said and done, the living are the real monsters. Just 'cause I'm not a cop doesn't mean I haven't seen a lot of fucked up shit.
[Reticent as you were to believe him before, there he goes again - and his tone is plain worn out, his posture defeated, because Clementine's back in that world alone, and even if Lee wasn't stuck here he wouldn't be able to be there with her.]
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Right, the zombies.
[It doesn't come out sarcastic. There's a lot of weird shit out there, and while Blake isn't entirely convinced there's such thing, there's no way to say for a fact that there isn't. And if there was, now's not the time.]
[Have all the zombies you want, Lee.]
Yeah. I know plenty about that kind of monster. Living dead'd just bring them out of the woodwork.
[The way Lee says what he's seen couldn't be farther from bragging.]
[It seems like a good time to finish off that beer in one long guzzle.]
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Yeah. The walkers. Zombies. Geeks. Whatever you wanna call 'em.
[He's glad Carter's not trying to call bullshit - Lee ain't in the mood.]
Like you wouldn't believe. People'll do anything when they think the world is over.
[He's gonna follow your lead and finish his beer - suddenly, it tastes more bitter than before.]
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[He snorts humorlessly.] Tell me about it. Even just the idiots who think the Apocalypse is coming get up to some crazy shit.
Hell, I'm shocked nobody here is calling this place the weird-ass wrath of God.
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Frankly, I think it's because this place doesn't seem very wrathful. As far as apocalypses are concerned, this ain't shit.
[Was that a little bit of a joke? Yes it was.]
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[He looks thoughtful.] Except that one guy, but I think he was just into sci-fi.