[The ironic part about the appearance of the door is that really, nothing changes. Oh, the intensity level goes up but it has been for months, and everyone is acting the same as they always have, matched to their surroundings. Wardens are lying and making threats and using inmates to vent their difficulties, their boredom, their frustration; inmates are retaliating however they can, and paying the price amongst themselves more than anything.
In short, Bea's announcement is not really surprising, and neither are the screams echoing down the hallway as Dean moves from one maintenance assignment to another. He hesitates, because he always does, letting the cries sink into the wounds they reopen around his heart, remembering a time when this wasn't commonplace, when the sound of it would bring him running and already clicking the safety off his Colt.
Now, he listens for who it is, and if he's likely to be able to do anything at all. If it will be worth being late to his next site. And then he recognizes the voice.
Dean closes his eyes, because he knows at once what has happened, in general if not the specifics: the bloody, feral side of him this place has brought out sings with satisfaction, and tells him to just keep walking. He has an alibi. She can't punish him for doing his job to the letter she herself has set for him. She deserves it.
It's that thought, though, and the twisting, nauseous swell that tightens his chest and gut that makes him adjust his course, moving stiffly but unerring to the door. This is why he'll never know peace: she deserves it, she knew the consequences of this place when she chose to stay, but he loves her still and it is not his place to judge. He can't start deciding who deserves what. It doesn't even occur to him to call one of her guard dogs: he tries the handle on the door and, when it's locked, steps back to what he knows from experience is the perfect distance.]
Kiddo! [He kicks the door, shouts as it jars his back, but doesn't pause in steadying himself, lining up another shot. Beatrix is only a step away from a warden herself. She proves it every day.] Stop! Stop!
[The second kick splinters the frame, and he nearly topples inward along with the suddenly open door. But because this is the Barge, he closes it behind him - his razor already in his hand as he looks over the scene.]
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Date: 2013-10-27 10:55 pm (UTC)In short, Bea's announcement is not really surprising, and neither are the screams echoing down the hallway as Dean moves from one maintenance assignment to another. He hesitates, because he always does, letting the cries sink into the wounds they reopen around his heart, remembering a time when this wasn't commonplace, when the sound of it would bring him running and already clicking the safety off his Colt.
Now, he listens for who it is, and if he's likely to be able to do anything at all. If it will be worth being late to his next site. And then he recognizes the voice.
Dean closes his eyes, because he knows at once what has happened, in general if not the specifics: the bloody, feral side of him this place has brought out sings with satisfaction, and tells him to just keep walking. He has an alibi. She can't punish him for doing his job to the letter she herself has set for him. She deserves it.
It's that thought, though, and the twisting, nauseous swell that tightens his chest and gut that makes him adjust his course, moving stiffly but unerring to the door. This is why he'll never know peace: she deserves it, she knew the consequences of this place when she chose to stay, but he loves her still and it is not his place to judge. He can't start deciding who deserves what. It doesn't even occur to him to call one of her guard dogs: he tries the handle on the door and, when it's locked, steps back to what he knows from experience is the perfect distance.]
Kiddo! [He kicks the door, shouts as it jars his back, but doesn't pause in steadying himself, lining up another shot. Beatrix is only a step away from a warden herself. She proves it every day.] Stop! Stop!
[The second kick splinters the frame, and he nearly topples inward along with the suddenly open door. But because this is the Barge, he closes it behind him - his razor already in his hand as he looks over the scene.]