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patheticvillain) wrote2014-09-09 03:57 pm
patheticvillain) wrote2014-09-09 03:57 pm
forty-two ➢ video + private + spam
Whoever brings me ibuprofen and weed first gets to be my best friend for the next week.
What'd I miss? Needy, where the fuck are you? Where's my cat?
private } daneca
Was there a flood? I heard there was a flood. Did it get you?
spam } open
[The first thing Cassel does - after a really solid lunch and a long shower - is get down to the gym. He doesn't know what's happened to Mindy, but it seems like he's on his own here for a little while. So he meanders through the gym equipment, cleaning, re-organizing, and very obviously brooding.]
What'd I miss? Needy, where the fuck are you? Where's my cat?
private } daneca
Was there a flood? I heard there was a flood. Did it get you?
spam } open
[The first thing Cassel does - after a really solid lunch and a long shower - is get down to the gym. He doesn't know what's happened to Mindy, but it seems like he's on his own here for a little while. So he meanders through the gym equipment, cleaning, re-organizing, and very obviously brooding.]
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[ there's a slight lift to her tone there, not quite silly, but like she's too aware of how easy it would be to just lie for the sake of making someone stop asking questions. but anyway, she just squints a bit at that smile, another yeah, yeah look ]
Seems that way. Although rumor has it I was here before as a Warden, so who really knows.
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That's the thing. If people were going to come up with a lie, it would be a less blatantly bullshit one. People always believe a collection of lies much more easily than one big one, you know? And this one's huge. And stupid. Space prison? It's implausible.
But yeah. It's also true. I don't know how it works, or why you might have been one thing before and something else now, but this is the bullshit reality we're dealing with.
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[ no, she doesn't believe she's actually dead. there's no "quiet" way to go when it comes to zombies. she would have woken up, and she would have been in a world of pain. and she's decidedly not commenting at all on the mechanics of a good lie, nope. not just yet. ]
It is what it is, I guess. [ yes that's simple ] Anyway. I'm Wichita. Where are you from?
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[He raises his eyebrows.] Wichita? Like Kansas?
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-- Just like Kansas, yes.
[ that doesn't answer her questionnnn ]
So where are you from?
[ getit? ]
okay i don't remember if this is ever mentioned so let's play pretend
[Tell him everything, though. He raises his eyebrows even higher.]
Around. Franklin, New Jersey, mostly.
i like playing pretend :D
Oh my god, Franklin. That is perfect. You look like a Franklin. Frankie, Frank.
[ she's really amused by this just give her a second ]
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[you fuckin. weird jerk. >:I!!!]
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[ yeah now she's just being a pain in the ass. don't you rain on her weird name hangups, sir ]
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[But okay, it's a little funny. Like. A little.]
[She's still a jerk.]
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[ like it matters what some new Inmates calls a Warden, right? eh, maybe he'll play along. she's wondering how caught up he'll get on the name thing. some people really do get weird about names, which is the total opposite of her. she likes nicknames. makes it harder to point fingers. ]
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[Mostly people get given nicknames by Chris, who doesn't give him nicknames he doesn't like. Generally. But still: Franklin's not as bad as it could be.]
So dish.
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The USA is called "Zombieland", where I'm from. I'd say that pretty much covers it.
[ she gives him an eye-crinkling smile with that, like she's just so damn proud of herself, but it melts away again fast ]
Yes, that's true. But it sucks, uh. Yeah. It sucks. It's easy to be nonchalant about it here, but the whole death thing- it means I was either eaten, which is impossible to not wake up from, or the virus somehow killed me in my sleep. But I know I didn't get bit, because I'm not a complete dumbass. And there's really no other way to get sick anymore, besides that. So my choices of deaths here are either that I was somehow mauled in my sleep, or one of the guys I was temporarily traveling with and planning on ditching in the morning put a bullet in my head.
Which they wouldn't, because Columbus is gutless and Tallahassee- just wouldn't do that.
[ to Little Rock is the rest of that sentence, but she's not ready to tell people about her sister just yet. ]
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[Wait, that's totally not the point.]
[He shifts his weight, not quite meeting her eyes.]
Maybe somebody drugged you and then you got eaten?
[Super comforting.]
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You suck.
[ but that makes her laugh? so. obviously she's not that offended. ]
How did you die? Before you got here and fixed it, or whatever.
[ and apparently she thinks that means she can ask questions now too ]
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[He's really not putting a lot of effort into the insults right now. And the question makes him laugh - he's far enough removed from the incident that it's mostly just hilarious. Typical. And hilarious.]
[He sticks out his finger and thumb, making his hand into a gun, cocks it at the back of his head. Pulls the 'trigger'. Mouths bang.]
The mafia. The mean mafia, not the ones I liked. So it's not quite up there with getting eaten alive.
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[ she sounds completely skeptical of that little story. maybe it's an amused skepticism, but it's still very much doubty. maybe he can accept zombies, but she so can't accept mafia. for some reason. and that reason would be- ]
That- No. [ she laughs ] You're definitely just rehashing a plot from the Sopranos, Jersey. [ yes see it's all part of the nickname game, his new full name is Franklin Jersey. ] You're gonna have to do better than that.