deadliestviper: (bitch. you don't have a future.)
Beatrix Kiddo ([personal profile] deadliestviper) wrote2013-10-27 10:26 am

039 VOICE LIST FIFTEEN

[Filtered to Inmates]
So this hellhole is finally dying, and the wardens are losing their seat of power. They're talking about the futility of attempting to overthrow the sadistic dictator who pats their asses for tearing apart the innocent. They expect us to fear death and to cower before them and beg to be saved from what they can't protect themselves from.

This is not the time to rely on wardens. They have more to lose than we do; all we have are our lives, and those are forfeit anyway.

I'm not going to give up fighting. I'm going to keep killing them until I'm dead and this fucking boat is as lifeless as I am. They don't deserve our surrender, not now -- we have nothing to gain from giving in to them, and everything to lose.

Resist them. Don't listen to their lies.

Kill your warden.

If your morality won't allow for it, mine will.

[Filtered to Wardens]
I'm ready. Which one of you fuckers wants to go next?

(OOC: So Beatrix is an inmate and affected, obviously. She's very very close to graduation and probably would be there already if she didn't hate the idea and fight against it. Wardens, she's likely to attack you and do her best to torture/murder you BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT; inmates, she's likely to try to protect you with everything she's got because YOU ALSO DESERVE IT.)
surfaceshine: (Eyes on the Prize)

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[personal profile] surfaceshine 2013-10-29 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[I hate you I hate you I hate you

Dean has run out of patience, and when Bea comes away with him, he doesn't just drag her off. He digs his fingers into her shoulder, forearm across her throat, and
throws her away despite the shout of pain it brings out of him.

He doesn't really care how she lands. He's not a nice person. He's not that soft.
]

Shut your crazy-ass mouth! You're fucking insane. [He snaps the order, voice cold enough to burn, and then rounds on Anya.

This time he doesn't ask her anything, and he doesn't reach for her good hand. He closes his grip on the nearest part of her and hauls her unceremoniously - efficiently, not carefully - so that most of her weight is on his shoulders.
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Come on.
fridgetothefire: (dont look them in the eye)

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[personal profile] fridgetothefire 2013-10-29 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not either of the endings she wanted, but it's also over. A high-stakes gamble, the explosive result of opportunity combined with her growing fear that whatever new shape the barge takes won't have as much patience for Dean's obstinacy as she usually does. She knew, she knew it probably wouldn't be so easy, but she had to try it. And she thinks, for all that he didn't break, Dean cracked a little further. The breath of hesitation, the raw careless anger in his eyes, in his hands.

She doesn't try to say anything, doesn't try to keep quiet either, doesn't fight him at all now, just leans on him where he puts her and stumbles where he leads her. She trusts him. If she's right, she's fine, and if she's wrong, she wins. More or less.]