Lt. Carter Blake (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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[The face that comes up on the screen will look a lot less combative and more withdrawn than usual.]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.))
no subject
[It sounds like a big step outside of Blake's comfort zone. And the older you get, the harder it is to change your ways. Rude can't imagine being confronted to stop fighting. That'd...that'd be impossible, unless there was a damn good reason for it.
Rude gathers, shuffles and cuts the cards. Probably going to be their last round; one of the guards gives him a curt nod to remind him. Rude nods back in return and starts to deal.]
no subject
[Blake's world has been shaken up a lot, and it's not going back to normal. He could reappear in the streets of Philadelphia tomorrow and he still wouldn't be the same man. It's time he faced that.]
[The last hand gives him a lot to think about.]
no subject
One final game later, and Rude pockets the cards. Who would've guessed that Blake could've pulled that hand out of nowhere? Rude's slightly amused at his own mistake of underestimating Blake, but it could've just been luck working against him. Standing up, he offers a handshake through the bars, ignoring the sharp warning from the officer nearby.]
Take care of yourself, Blake. I'll see you when you're out.
no subject
[They always complain about touching. Blake has a good sense if how much you can get away with before the officer on duty feels obliged to get off their ass, learned from the other way around.]
See you around.
[He lets go and steps back. Something comes into his head, something odd. A thing that doesn't often come out of his mouth.]
[Ah, to hell with it.]
Thanks.
no subject
[One last quick nod and he's off. He's actually not too sure if he'll see Blake in awhile but things have a funny way of turning out. And the truth is that while they're far from friends, Rude is slightly concerned about the man's well being. Just his weekly quota of corporate social responsibility, he supposed, even if he's technically not working for Shinra at the moment.
Hopefully things will turn out OK for the guy.]