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patheticvillain) wrote2014-06-15 08:36 pm
patheticvillain) wrote2014-06-15 08:36 pm
thirty-eight ➢ private video & spam
spam } horatio
[When Cassel picks the lock on Horatio's door and slides inside, silent as a cat in the dark, he finds the man asleep in a hammock hanging gently above creaky floorboards. For a moment he regards him in the dim light coming from the hallway, considering all of his options. He could easily turn Horatio into something unspeakably vile as punishment. It might even be right.]
[Instead, he pulls a black silk cloth out of his pocket and, leaning up on his tiptoes, ties it around Horatio's eyes and behind his head. Then he sits in the corner of the room, legs crossed and eyes half-open, waiting for the man with his naked hands to wake up.]
private } daneca
I need your help with something. Or someone, I guess.
What do you do for blowback? I have some techniques that I used on my mom, but - you probably have better ones. She never really tried to control it.
private } needy
[In between all of this, he's almost surprised by the arrival of Needy's file. He's still a warden here. Even though Czeslaw's gone, he gets another chance.]
[As he reads it, a smile grows on his face. Nothing he's reading is good, but it's not - foreign, either, even when it technically is. He doesn't feel lost. He feels - intrigued.]
[He's still half-smiling when he opens the feed, cocking his head at her through the connection.]
So. You pissed?
open spam } gardens
[He sits under a tree, making statues.]
[Maybe this will frighten people, now that they have some context: he's got his gloves off, folded carefully at his side. There is scrap metal - soda cans and piles of paper clips - by his knee. This he uses to build his statues, long, thin, somewhat overwrought looking things, melded and twisted by his transformation into something vaguely human.]
[Occasionally he pauses and takes a sip of the open mug of steaming coffee at his other knee. Then he goes back to building ugliness.]
[When Cassel picks the lock on Horatio's door and slides inside, silent as a cat in the dark, he finds the man asleep in a hammock hanging gently above creaky floorboards. For a moment he regards him in the dim light coming from the hallway, considering all of his options. He could easily turn Horatio into something unspeakably vile as punishment. It might even be right.]
[Instead, he pulls a black silk cloth out of his pocket and, leaning up on his tiptoes, ties it around Horatio's eyes and behind his head. Then he sits in the corner of the room, legs crossed and eyes half-open, waiting for the man with his naked hands to wake up.]
private } daneca
I need your help with something. Or someone, I guess.
What do you do for blowback? I have some techniques that I used on my mom, but - you probably have better ones. She never really tried to control it.
private } needy
[In between all of this, he's almost surprised by the arrival of Needy's file. He's still a warden here. Even though Czeslaw's gone, he gets another chance.]
[As he reads it, a smile grows on his face. Nothing he's reading is good, but it's not - foreign, either, even when it technically is. He doesn't feel lost. He feels - intrigued.]
[He's still half-smiling when he opens the feed, cocking his head at her through the connection.]
So. You pissed?
open spam } gardens
[He sits under a tree, making statues.]
[Maybe this will frighten people, now that they have some context: he's got his gloves off, folded carefully at his side. There is scrap metal - soda cans and piles of paper clips - by his knee. This he uses to build his statues, long, thin, somewhat overwrought looking things, melded and twisted by his transformation into something vaguely human.]
[Occasionally he pauses and takes a sip of the open mug of steaming coffee at his other knee. Then he goes back to building ugliness.]
[spam]
New hobby?
[spam]
What're you doing?
[spam]
[spam]
[He ruffles Brownie's ears.]
I always knew she was a connoisseur.
[spam]
[spam]
[He looks up at Duke, carefully scrutinizing.]
So you're okay? You don't need any discount therapy?
[spam]
How about you?