Chris D'Amico (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mistconduct) wrote2013-10-08 09:18 am
mistconduct) wrote2013-10-08 09:18 am
Issue #30
[Private to Barbara Gordon]
How do you take this shit, Barb? How the fuck do you keep going?
[Private to Infirmary Staff]
So what's the plan, Docs? I'm getting fucking bedsores. I want out.
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Hey. Can we.
Look, pick up the phone. Just.
Can we talk?
[Later, public]
[He's still getting drugged every night, as much for his mental health as his physical. It's easier to get through the days when you're on a cocktail of anti-depressants.
This, however, has its disadvantages. Mainly that Chris is so exhausted that he sleeps through the night, unaware of his warden item beeping underneath the bed. The teddy bear - yes, his warden item is a slightly charred teddy - is recovered in the morning, still beeping, when Chris wakes up.
It's alarming, how he can go from sleepy and lackadaisical to fucking pissed in a single instant]
Who the FUCK killed Slevin?!
You assholes, I swear to FUCKING god, I will fucking come out of this bed and murder the shit out of you! Where the fuck is my inmate and who the fuck is responsible for this bullshit?! You think just because I'm in the infirmary doesn't mean I won't come there and murder you back, you utter shithead?!
Fuck. Someone get me a fucking wheelchair, or crutches, or whatever. Who saw him last?!
Jesus christ, you're a fucking pack of animals!
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Call off the search, his body turned up in the inmate showers.
Whoever did this; you're fucking dead. You hear me? You can't fucking run on a ship, dumbass. I'm coming for you.
Fuck everything.
How do you take this shit, Barb? How the fuck do you keep going?
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So what's the plan, Docs? I'm getting fucking bedsores. I want out.
[Private to Vesper]
Hey. Can we.
Look, pick up the phone. Just.
Can we talk?
[Later, public]
[He's still getting drugged every night, as much for his mental health as his physical. It's easier to get through the days when you're on a cocktail of anti-depressants.
This, however, has its disadvantages. Mainly that Chris is so exhausted that he sleeps through the night, unaware of his warden item beeping underneath the bed. The teddy bear - yes, his warden item is a slightly charred teddy - is recovered in the morning, still beeping, when Chris wakes up.
It's alarming, how he can go from sleepy and lackadaisical to fucking pissed in a single instant]
Who the FUCK killed Slevin?!
You assholes, I swear to FUCKING god, I will fucking come out of this bed and murder the shit out of you! Where the fuck is my inmate and who the fuck is responsible for this bullshit?! You think just because I'm in the infirmary doesn't mean I won't come there and murder you back, you utter shithead?!
Fuck. Someone get me a fucking wheelchair, or crutches, or whatever. Who saw him last?!
Jesus christ, you're a fucking pack of animals!
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Call off the search, his body turned up in the inmate showers.
Whoever did this; you're fucking dead. You hear me? You can't fucking run on a ship, dumbass. I'm coming for you.
Fuck everything.
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I'll be right there.
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Oh my god he better have just autoerotically asphyxiated in the bathroom or something.
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Who the fuck is good at sniffing out bodies here?
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So shut up and calm down.
That applies to Cassel too if he's there yet.
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...Jesus....
Fuck.
Fuck. All right. I'm calm. I'm awesome. I just.
He fucking died, Zane. Just like that!
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Look for his body? Please. I don't know why it hasn't turned up yet.
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Meet me by the inmate showers, okay? Chris wants us in the buddy system, and since we've already kinda talked...
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[Infirmary filter]
You have no legs. Megamind's got a plan on getting you mobile, long term.
In the short term, you're very vulnerable outside the infirmary.
[ You sir are no Barbara Gordon. ]
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Well, no shit. I've always been vulnerable. I need a way to get around, I'm dying in here.
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I don't fucking know. I'm. I didn't really....
Look, humor's just how I deal with fucked-up things, and. If I sit around and think about what happened, it'll fuck with my head and I just..
It's the Barge. People are okay again. You know?
I mean.
Fuck.
I'm...sorry I freaked out. It's just been a fucking nightmare lately.
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[She doesn't really know Slevin, doesn't care about him in particular, but he's Chris', and Chris is pack.]
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Thanks, Arya. Jesus christ, this is exactly the shit I need.
You want his jock strap or something to start sniffing him out?
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idk have all of my accidental cr
How long has your Item been going off?
score!
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and morgana is officially the only one not to give a shit
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[ Just needs to be said. ]
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Sorry. Hit me up when I'm not freaking out.
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God...DAMN it!
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At first I didn't, really. [Her voice is low, quiet.] I went through the motions, but - [a slight shrug] - none of it mattered, really. It felt like he'd killed me, and just left a broken shell.
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