Chris D'Amico (
mistconduct) wrote2013-10-08 09:18 am
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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.
[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!
[After Slevin's been found]
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?
[Private to Infirmary Staff]
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!
[After Slevin's been found]
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.
no subject
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Go for it. It'll be good for him.
no subject
[private]
[ And he's pale and fighting the urge to vomit. ]
He's-- I don't think this is Two-Face's work. Someone really... carved him up. I'm going to ping Bruce and maybe the Emperor? It's soaking down here, they'll need to get him the old fashioned way.
[private]
Let me see him.
[private]
[ It's not a pretty sight. Wet, pruning, bloody -- chest open and on display, heart clearly visible. The look Chris gets is brief. ]
We need to get an idea of what did this. So I'm calling Dr. Banner, and we're going to bring him up and get him examined. Then you can request his resurrection and see what he knows about what happened.
[private]
He's been fucking vivisected.
[private]
[ Megamind's voice is raw; it's a personal nightmare for him -- the things you tell little alien children will happen to them after they've watched E.T. or something else. ]
I don't think Two-Face did this.
[private]
Jesus christ I hope he was dead before they carved him open.
[private]
Look, I'll be up with Bruce and Scott and the body soon.
[private]
God fucking damn it. Okay. Bring him up, put him in the bed next to mine. I'll ask the Admiral to revive him.
Should I wait for his parts to grow back or...what? Fuck, I've never brought anyone back before.
[private]
[private]
He's gonna growl at me for letting my inmate die on me.
[private]
And if he does, I'll deck him.
[private]
[private]
Look, we're-- loading up now, I'll be up there in a few minutes with Bruce.
[private]
Fuck whoever did this. At least we know it wasn't suicide or an accident.
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I don't think this is about you, Chris. I think this is-- somebody being very, very sick on the barge.
[spam]
[He can't look at the body for long without feeling sick, and buries his head in his hands, breathing slowly with measured time]
Thanks for finding him. Fuck..
[spam]
No problem. What are neighbors for?
[spam]
I don't know. This shit goes above and beyond the call of neighbor duty.
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