mistconduct | Issue #8 [Mostly spam]

[open network post]

Cassel?

Asshole, pick up the phone.

God damn it, don't make me come find you.

Fuck.

Fuck, Warden, I'll be right back.

[Spam for Stephanie Brown]

[True to his word, Chris is off and searching once he can't find Cassel in his room. This is...seriously worrying. The whole thing is worrying, and when Chris is worried, his temper automatically flares.

If he doesn't find his friend soon, there's going to be hell to pay.]

[Later, open spam for Zero]

[Hell to pay, indeed. Speaking of which, his cell is pretty much as hot as Hell. He feels like he's baking alive. Leather and spandex is nice to wear in the relatively chilly streets of New York, but here in Zero Chris in his costume is roasting in agony.

Breaking out in a sweating, feverish mess, he sheds as much as he can, ending up in just his pants and undershirt and he's still too hot and starting to...see things...]

[ooc: The open network and the confrontation with Steph Brown happens back-to-back, so all replies will be post-landing in Zero.]

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[ She focuses on her message, trying to ignore the sounds in her head. ]

It doesn't matter.

If it doesn't help us get the fuck out of here, you're right.

Jesus fuck, I'm baking alive. Isn't there some kind of goddamn appeals court?

[ It takes a moment for his words to register. Now she's hearing laughter. Familiar laughter. Her voice turns a bit shakey. ]

In normal circumstances? Yes. You may or may not have noticed we've moved into crisis mode.

No fucking shit. I had no idea.

...Seriously, you all right? You're like tuning in and out.

No, I'm not okay, I'm locked in Zero, it's so hot I feel like I'm dying, and I have goddamned power drills running in my ears. Why would I be okay?

[ She takes a few deep breaths. Overly fast deep breaths, but deep none the less. ]

Edited 2013-03-30 02:46 (UTC)

The fuck is this about powerdrills?

Power drills! They drill holes! What else is there to know? [ Maybe the part where they're a personal trigger for her, but whatevs. ]

...Yeah. That I get, but why the fuck are you even bringing this up?

Because!

[ She doesn't honestly have a better excuse than that. Quick! Make something up! ]

Because I have an awful headache and you're only making it worse.

[ No wait, that was sort of the truth. ]

You're freaking out on me.

It's your fault we're here in the first place.

[ Yes. Yes she is. ]

It's your fault, you fucking grabbed me!

You shoved me!

You were trying to fucking stare me down!

I was passing you in the hallway! Jesus, are you always this self-absorbed?

Fuck off, all right?! I was fucking freaking out because my best friend's brother was dead and I couldn't find him! I was a little fucking on edge!

Yeah? Well good for you! Look where it got us.

Maybe next time you'll figure out what the fuck is a proportional response.

Will you just shut up? [ She squeezes her eyes shut, curls into a ball. It does nothing to quiet the sound. ]

Would you please just stop?

....Okay. Okay. Fuck. I'm stopping.

Just chill out. Relax, all right?

[ She takes deep breaths, in and out, in and out. ]

You don't hear anything?

I really don't. I'm not trying to fuck with you, I swear.

Goddamnit. [ So it's just in her head then. It's just this place messing with her. Well congratulations, it worked. ]

I really hate this place.

Yeah.

Yeah, me too.

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