008 SPAM LIST TWO/VIDEO
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[The cell was spartan in its trappings, the whole room nothing but cold metal and hard surfaces. It was small, too, hardly large enough to pace from one end to the other, and offered a distinct lack of privacy due to the row of bars separating Beatrix from the rest of the cellblock. It was tedious, cramped, awkward, but on the whole, tolerable. Worse things could have happened, she knew that well. In terms of punishment, a week of solitude below decks was a remarkably light one for a murder.
Murder. When Sarah had described the killing that way Beatrix had bristled a little at the use of the word (as she saw it, killing Cato had been the natural reaction to his attack) but didn't protest it. Slight inaccuracy aside, murder was what she did.
She supposed she should feel some guilt for that.
The guilt didn't come, however. Instead, B only felt a mixture of mundane emotions: exhaustion from the flood, annoyance at her captivity, and a quiet, hidden satisfaction at a job well done.
Zero, she thought, was not having quite the intended effect on her.]
[Video – current]
Guess who's a free woman.
[At this point, there's little else to say. A fairly empty smile crosses B's face before she turns the feed off.]
[OOC: Joint post for Zero and for the Pants on Fire flood!]
[The cell was spartan in its trappings, the whole room nothing but cold metal and hard surfaces. It was small, too, hardly large enough to pace from one end to the other, and offered a distinct lack of privacy due to the row of bars separating Beatrix from the rest of the cellblock. It was tedious, cramped, awkward, but on the whole, tolerable. Worse things could have happened, she knew that well. In terms of punishment, a week of solitude below decks was a remarkably light one for a murder.
Murder. When Sarah had described the killing that way Beatrix had bristled a little at the use of the word (as she saw it, killing Cato had been the natural reaction to his attack) but didn't protest it. Slight inaccuracy aside, murder was what she did.
She supposed she should feel some guilt for that.
The guilt didn't come, however. Instead, B only felt a mixture of mundane emotions: exhaustion from the flood, annoyance at her captivity, and a quiet, hidden satisfaction at a job well done.
Zero, she thought, was not having quite the intended effect on her.]
[Video – current]
Guess who's a free woman.
[At this point, there's little else to say. A fairly empty smile crosses B's face before she turns the feed off.]
[OOC: Joint post for Zero and for the Pants on Fire flood!]
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Date: 2012-10-06 05:01 am (UTC)Yeah, I know. I do enjoy some of it. The whole having my brother back thing is really growing on me. Especially since... [A hesitation. Talking about Richie being better was pretty private. He just really likes her and wants to confide but...he's not quite there yet.]
Well, it's like he never died.
Heh-heh. Okay, I admit, if Han Solo showed up I would feel about ten fuckin' years old, you know what I'm saying?
The space guys can probably tell us some damn good stories, whatever else is true.
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Date: 2012-10-07 04:13 am (UTC)[She nods, a small smile on her face.] You're lucky you have someone from home here. You're even luckier you have family, which I'm sure wardens have told you over and over.
Trek will always trump Star Wars for me, but I admit you have a point. There are few professions more mind-bogglingly awesome than space piracy, present company excepted.
No doubt. Awhile back one of them, Rhade, told me a little bit about his people's fighting style. [At this point she decides to risk another drink, this one even more agreeable than the first.] – Fuck. But everyone here's got stories to tell.
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Date: 2012-10-08 12:44 am (UTC)Thing is, I'd have to find a way to say, smuggle out one of those replicator things, plus a hundred year power source. You set that up in the bar's basement and you just crank the stuff out. It converts any matter to booze.
[He thinks about that.]
It's really...it's an advantage and it's not. Seeing him back is a damn good thing. And the other thing is...well...[another swallow] He's sick.
He doesn't mean to be. It's probably something he got from his dad. But back home before all this happened he was really having problems. He was here almost a year relative time before I showed up, and he's...well...he's getting better.
Despite all the crap that goes on that really made me sit up and take notice.
[He doesn't catch yet that his tongue has been loosened.]
You know, I'm not much for straight jobs that don't involve lots of alcohol, but I would seriously go for being a crewmate on a spaceship. Not some regulation place but, you know, I'd be a Rebel in a second. Or smuggle medicine or some crap.
Rhade, huh? Haven't met him yet. Probably need to get out more, but I feel naked in a place like this without a goddamn piece.
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Date: 2012-10-08 01:14 am (UTC)Unlimited product for a hundred years. It sounds like a damn good idea, you'd just have to make sure the replicator had the Romulan ale recipe.
[B sips slowly as he explains the situation with his brother, nodding at times.] That doesn't surprise me. I haven't talked a lot with him, but when I did he seemed a little... off-kilter. And when I found out you guys were the Gecko brothers I was surprised. Having you around must go a long way in reassuring him. But shit, maybe the Barge is actually working as intended.
[That's quite a sobering thought, although not sobering enough to cancel out the ale's effects.]
Yeah? [The idea of fantasizing about sci-fi while in space amuses her and she dives into the thought with enthusiasm.] I never saw the point in picking a side instead of fighting for yourself. I'd be a bounty hunter. Boba Fett would have to watch his ass.
Christ, I know. You just can't fucking find good weapons here. And even worse, I got disarmed just before I died and didn't have shit on me when I showed up. Normally I'd at least have my .45 and my SOG and my Hanzo.
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Date: 2012-10-10 03:15 am (UTC)Weird though, thinking about going and getting a Deal. But I gotta stay here for my brother, graduation or not, and he...might take a long time.
I don't know though. A lot of the people who are here as Inmates just don't hit me as needing to be "redeemed" or any of that shit. A lot of people here, you talk to them, yeah, some are crazy or evil or real assholes, but a lot of them, you hear their stories and you think "shit. I woulda done the same thing."
He thinks about it. "I guess if I had the choice I'd want my own damn ship and crew. But I'd probably have backed the Rebels. Real quietly."
The weapons discussion made him get a grim expression, and he took another swallow of his drink. "I had my .44 on me, a good folding knife and a couple of speedloaders. They just disarm people. Hanzo?" He didn't do swords, so he didn't understand the awesome.
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Date: 2012-10-10 07:24 am (UTC)At least you're sticking by your family and helping him. We should all be so lucky.
[Oh, how well she understands that sentiment. At least some of the inmates were good people with issues to work through, and it wasn't exactly fair for them to be kept with murderers and criminals and legendary faces of evil.] Sometimes I wonder what the criteria is for inmates. A good handful probably just need a good shrink.
Ahh, but you can't escape the Empire. Blow up as many Death Stars as you want, they're still around.
[In contrast it's making her nostalgic, wistful even. The regret will come a little later, after a few more fingers of ale.] What model do you shoot? – Mmm. [Holding up a finger to pause him, she takes another sip. Kind of sword.
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Date: 2012-10-11 10:45 am (UTC)[He considers her comment on inmates.] Didn't they just barely get a shrink on staff like a month ago? Seems like a big hole in their roster to me.
[He refills his glass...halfway. He's a little reckless but not actively stupid.] The only way to deal with an Empire is to be both really agile and really connected.
I go for an Astra .44 CTG. It's a Spanish piece, tough as hell, pretty much problem free as long as you are used to the recoil. Bad news is that Astra went out business in the eighties, so I probably can't replace it when I get out of here.
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Date: 2012-10-13 05:54 am (UTC)Yeah, I think. Have you seen that guy, though? He looks like a creepy yuppie and talks like an asshole, he probably doesn't get too many takers.
And we're both. [She raises her nearly-drained glass for a toast.]
Nice. Astra made a pretty sweet little gun. There's always some collector who'll know where to get one, but if you ever want to try anything different I recommend Star. They're Spanish too, I shoot their Firestar.
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Date: 2012-10-14 12:39 am (UTC)[He laughs.] Goddamn. I wonder how this shit would do in mixers?
Yeah, I noticed. He looks like someone replaced his heart with a computer chip. But the only other shrink I know of on board is Hannibal Fucking Lecter.
[He considers her, then takes out his communicator and writes a note to himself.] Star. OK, I'll look them up. Seems like Spaniards make some damn good firearms.
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Date: 2012-10-14 05:39 am (UTC)What're you going to mix it with? That tacky oversweetened premixed stuff? [But it's worth pondering over another small sip.] Soda might be all right.
[The ale is definitely beginning to take hold and B laughs, hand to her eyes.] Jesus. How do they expect anyone to get better in this place?
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Date: 2012-10-15 01:13 am (UTC)[He rubs his chin.] I dunno. I think I'll see what the bartenders here have come up with, but I'm no good with the premixed shit. Besides, fruit is cheap as hell in Mexico compared to the States.
Maybe something citrussy. Though I'm not down with oranges right now. [God damn it.]
[He laughs and tops off their glasses.] I don't know. There's a lot about this place I don't get. But I do know this. My brother is sick, and he's starting to get better from being here and getting some treatment. Me, I'm not sick. I've done some shit that I regret, so I don't know what all this shit is supposed to do for me. But...
I don't know.
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Date: 2012-10-16 03:11 am (UTC)There's always grapefruit. You know, the most underrated fruit that's named after another one. [ – yeah that ale is definitely starting to take hold. She probably ought to refuse the refill, but what's the worst that could happen?] I... Honestly, I have no idea what the Admiral expects. Not out of people like us anyway.
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Date: 2012-10-16 05:15 pm (UTC)[He sits back, folding his arms as he stares slightly blearily off into space.] Well, I don't mind looking after people. In fact sometimes me and Hoffman end up looking after each other. I guess what it boils down to is whether I buy into this stuff or not. And I'm still on the fence.
Richie...he's...look, you can probably detect bullshit at fifty yards, so I'll be honest. He's sick. Sometimes it has made him do things. It's different from someone who's just made choices that were destructive or got somebody killed or what the hell ever. It's more...complicated. I can hope we get out around the same time, but I gotta give him the time he needs.
Hoffman's offered to let me look at my file whenever I need. I have skimmed it some. Some of the stuff in there I can actually agree with, and some seems like bullshit.