Chris D'Amico

Okay, Barge, here's the deal.

Operation Get Rorschach to Give Chris Back His Privacy Filters is in effect, starting right now. I'm soliciting ideas from the floor that do not involve;

-Apologizing to Jesse Pinkman
-Begging
-Sucking cock and/or other weird favors that involve signing my life away.

Right now what I'm thinking is downloading a bunch of hardcore porn and spamming him nonstop with it, but I want to persuade him, not make him break my wrists.

So you're a bunch of smart assholes. Help me out here. Let's brainstorm.

...

Oh, yeah. Before I forget.

[And he unravels three or four different Wanted posters from the last port, including one big glorious one with him and Cassel for "Causing a Disturbance"]

Kick-ass, right? I've got everybody's I could find. I'm going to make copies. Rorschach, I've got yours if you want it, but let me frame it first. Your hair's all weird, it's hilarious.

[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.]

Hey! Hey, fuckheads! The fuck do you think you're doing?! Stu? Dad? Big Joe? Where the fuck is everyone?!

Seriously, this isn't goddamn funny! Look, whatever it is, my d-...Whatever this is, I'll fucking kick your ass! You try to kidnap some dude out of fucking nowhere and shanghai him on some shitty boat, but you don't know who you're messing with! And if you fuckers know what's good for you, you'll shut up and show me off at the next port! I'm calling the cops...No! No, fuck that shit, I'm calling in the big guys! You don't know who you just pissed off!


The name's Red Mist, assholes! I'm here to own all of you sons of bitches!