It's funny, I guess. Some guy a bit back said somethin' about the difference between redemption and rehabilitation. And he had a point ( Read more... )

Right, kiddos. [He appears, in the kitchen, with a friendly grin.] I'm Patrick, you can call me Paddy. I'm like... sorta the responsible one here, I guess. The other adults are plenty responsible and they'll be alright, I promise. But! I'm like... more responsible. I'm the guy in charge of things and all that ( Read more... )

Has everyone stopped bitching yet?

I have missed four fucking Old Firms, y'know. Four. I have no idea why this is relevant, but fuck, this place could do with some live sport. Might stop you guys making your own ( Read more... )

( A handwritten note slipped under Laura's door AND a private filter to her. They're identical )

You folks blowing shit and fucking people up on my boat? This boat. Our fucking boat, whatever you want to call it. You better be fucking glad I'd got the sense not to join in hunting you fucking down ( Read more... )

[This is after the water's subsided. Paddy's just snapped. All those issues of his were never going to end well. You won't get much of an answer out of him and he'll be like this until someone comes and gets him. That is, curled up in the corner of his cell, drenched and quietly singing to himself, continually pressing buttons on his communicator ( Read more... )

New wardens, new inmates, whatever the fuck. Three bits of info here: I'm Patrick Maguire. Call me fucking Paddy ( Read more... )

Apparently, the warden wants me to be fucking decent to an authority figure. So.

SAM TYLER. Yup, you win the lottery. Mr DCI whateverthefuck. You're from Manchester, right? Where abouts? How d'you like that? City or United? and don't worry, I'm neither so you ain't gonna get your head smashed in.

[Filtered to Wardens]Two things. First's a little ( Read more... )