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453gof_flesh

trente huit: anger arrives.

Jan 31, 2011 18:28

I miss

I ought to

Fuck, I hate her. I hate her.

Someone ought to die for this.

I am sick of.

[Private to Donny - audio]

I don't think I can live like this, Donny.

I shouldn't be this weak and pathetic. I can barely defend myself like this, I can barely do anythingI want. I want this to go away. And all I have the empty promise of some magic ( Read more... )

hates relying on these warden people, every man for himself and god for all, sulky sullen frenchman

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[spam] actuallyagolem January 31 2011, 18:47:39 UTC

[Welp, that was a cry for help. Donny decided right off the bat that he and Clapet needed a little talk, so he locked the door to his cabin and went off to visit his poor, depressed inmate, listening to the post with his communicator to his ear once along the way.

He pocketed the device and knocked on the door loudly.]

Clapet, it's me. Can I come in?

Re: [spam] 453gof_flesh January 31 2011, 18:53:31 UTC

[At that, Clapet had to pull himself out of his slightly frustrated corner to unlock the door. The only person he really did want to talk to today was Donny, and he had to unlock the door. Because there was no way he was leaving it unlocked. So, eventually, after much shuffling and swearing, he unlocks it and lets Donny in,]

I said everything there was to say, Donny.

Re: [spam] actuallyagolem January 31 2011, 19:31:19 UTC

[Donny knew enough to be patient while Clapet struggled to actually get to the door and unlock it, figuring the guy was operating at less than half of his normal speed. He leaned against the threshold with his arms crossed, heading on in with a casual shrug when Clapet finally appeared.]

You can't stop me from replying, yaknow. You speaking to me first implies theah's gonna be a fuckin' conversation between us.

Re: [spam] 453gof_flesh January 31 2011, 21:37:09 UTC

[Clapet rolled himself back to a point where he could look up at Donny and frown,]

I just wanted someone to say that to, Sergent.

Re: [spam] actuallyagolem January 31 2011, 22:10:12 UTC

[Donny sighed at his big, stubborn inmate, then went off to find himself a chair,] Yeah, well, you knew I was gonna try to say something, right?

Re: [spam] 453gof_flesh January 31 2011, 22:14:57 UTC

[Clapet shrugged,] I suppose so, Sergent. I didn't say it to bring you down here.

[However, he did relent a little, and sighed,] Everything I said was true, though, and unless you've got a solution, Donny...

Re: [spam] actuallyagolem January 31 2011, 22:21:10 UTC

[The only real solution Donny had was to shoot Clapet in the face now in order to restore his leg.

But the guy liked living. Really liked living. He didn't think he'd go for the idea, even to get his leg back.]

If you killed her, would it make anything better?

Re: [spam] 453gof_flesh January 31 2011, 22:24:46 UTC

[Clapet shifted a little,] It'd make me feel like she'd paid. It'd make me feel like she'd suffered for what she'd done to me.

[He shrugged,] It wouldn't solve anything, but nothing will, Donny, so I might as well want to do something that makes me feel better.

Re: [spam] actuallyagolem January 31 2011, 22:31:13 UTC

[He nodded sympathetically, his voice getting soft,] Yeah, I know, buddy. I probably wouldn't stop you if you did go after her.

[Not that he'd tell the other wardens that he'd actively encourage a little revenge, if it ever happened anyway.]

Taking the high road is fuckin' terrible, I know. Every time that skirt opens her mouth she makes herself sound crazier. I don't know how the fuck she's gonna top herself next time. [Donny paused.] Got a cigarette to spare? I really want one all of a sudden.

Re: [spam] 453gof_flesh January 31 2011, 22:36:05 UTC

[Clapet grimaced,] I wish I could go after her, Donny. I don't have any other option but the high road. [He scowled and fished his pack of cigarettes out of his cardigan pocket, then offered them to Donny.] Dieu, I'd love to stand up and smash her face into a wall, but what option do I have from down here? Run her over at a medium speed?

Re: [spam] actuallyagolem January 31 2011, 22:48:02 UTC

[Donny chuckled a little as he took a cigarette. The image of Clapet running Amanda down in his wheelchair was pretty fucking funny. He stuck it in his mouth and jerked his head,] Gotta light?

Re: [spam] 453gof_flesh January 31 2011, 23:00:24 UTC

[Clapet fished in his cardigan pocket, then threw his lighter towards Donny,] All yours.

Re: [spam] actuallyagolem January 31 2011, 23:13:47 UTC

[He nodded his head in thanks after he caught it, lighting up the cigarette and feeling like he was back in France. The Basterds only smoked after they had slaughtered a bunch of people, and it felt a little weird to him to have a smoke in such a casual setting.

He coughed just a little as he exhaled the smoke.]

Well fuck.

Re: [spam] 453gof_flesh January 31 2011, 23:17:42 UTC

[Clapet just took a long drag of his own cigarette and looked up at the ceiling in frustration,] Fuck, Donny. Fuck.

Re: [spam] actuallyagolem February 1 2011, 00:57:38 UTC

[He let the cigarette smoke for a bit between his fingers, frowning to himself. He didn't really know what to say to make things better, or if he even could. Donny'd basically exhausted his pep-talk repertoire.]

Clapet, pal... [He took a drag from the cigarette, sighing out the smoke from his lungs.] I'm sorry, guy.

Re: [spam] 453gof_flesh February 1 2011, 00:59:36 UTC

Sorry doesn't fix this, though. [He took a long drag off his cigarette and gave Donny a hard look,] Despite what you say, nothing fixes this. She'll be able to get up and do her crazy shit again. I'm stuck here.

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