[Even though this Paris is different - this Paris has changed - it's still Paris to him, and he hates that the Admiral's forced him to be here. He could do without the memories this place dredged up, the ones since his awakening on the fishing boat off Marseilles. Even the ones before then, the dim ones that were half-present, still hurt ( Read more... )

[Filtered to Slade and Bourne's friends. And Claire because he's not sure she counts anymore. Handwritten rather than typed ( Read more... )

[Filtered to friends (if you know him pretty much in any positive way you probably count)...and Slade.]
Checking in. How are you? [He is so bad at friends.]

[Private to Slade.]
Hunting again?

[Private to all infirmary-types.]
What do you recommend for insomnia?

[There is strong static, and for once there's something like fear in the assassin's voice.]

This is Jason Bou-- [Loud burst of static.] --uck in a ce-- [Static.] --an't get ou--

[Sustained static for about twenty seconds. Ghosts have come out to fuck with his mind play.] --o, you're not Mar-- [Static.] --t awa-- [Crackle, crackle, low wailing in ( Read more... )

[Bourne looks a little off - not sick, but like he hasn't been sleeping (more so than usual).]

I wonder why I haven't gotten another inmate yet. If the Admiral thinks it's because I need a break, he can forget it - I came here to help people, not to sit on my ass and watch. I can't sit still for this long, it's driving me insane ( Read more... )