012 VOICE LIST THREE/SPAM

[deadliestviper]

[Immediately following this thread:]

[Voice]
This is Beatrix Kiddo. If there's a warden near the 5th floor, starboard side, I could use a hand. There's a new inmate here who's overreacting a bit.

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[The Barge has never partiularly agreed with Beatrix and she's even shorter-tempered after losing and regaining her sanity in quick succession, then listening to voices from home. The ship's got no shortage of drawbacks and stressors, but it has given B an opportunity to beat a man and hogtie him with her sweater, and damn it, that's worth something.]

If you want to weasel your way out of that, go ahead. I don't mind bruising up your face again.

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[batmanschmatman]

[It's how Dick rolls, B. He beat the Joker to death with his bare hands when he'd thought he'd killed Tim. B(

Dick raises an eyebrow at "walkers", but ignores him for the time being, looking back at Beatrix.] Thanks for stopping him. The other guy okay?

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[deadliestviper]

[Point taken. After all, she's pretty much doing the same over her family.]

He's not dead. I can't verify anything beyond that.

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[keepsthemsafe]

I didn't hurt him. [much. Shane rolls his eyes] I put him in a choke hold and knocked him down.

Shouldn't...sneak up on a man when he's tryin' to get the lay of the land. I thought he was a walker.

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[batmanschmatman]

[And again he used the term Dick wasn't familiar with, so he just nodded.]

Thanks. I'll get him down to Zero.

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[deadliestviper]

Probably the best idea. [Her conscience reminds her she ought to volunteer herself for Zero as well, but hell if she was going to incriminate herself and share a cellblock with this guy.]

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[keepsthemsafe]

Are neither of you really going t'acknowledge my presence?

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[batmanschmatman]

Don't worry sunshine, we're about to have a long talk about why we talk with our words, not our fists. [And he's going to start helping you towards the direction of Zero.]

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[deadliestviper]

Relax, we haven't forgotten about you. Which reminds me, I want my sweater back. [She leans down to untie the knots around Shane's ankles, which have unfortunately stretched out the sleeves, but uses the slack to double the ties around his wrists.]