[SCENE - Breakfast with Manfred, Damon, and Diego]
Gant: ((oh shit))
Gant: ((Shut it, County))
von Karma: ((ilu dammie :D))
Gant: ((I can beat the crap out of you, too!))
Gant: ((but i won't))
Gant: ((XD))
von Karma: ((COS WE'RE BFF))
Gant: ((LIEK TOTALLY))'>von Karma: *sits at a table in the dining hall with his breakfast stretched out before him--a glass of orange juice, one of milk, a dish of freshly diced fruit, an omelette and some roasted potato halves on the side, along with two slices of toast, and butter. Really, the breakfast seems overly decadent for a prison serving--he even has a cloth napkin for some reason, which is stretched out upon his lap. He sits there in his usual brooding manner, not yet beginning to eat*
Gant: *cheerfully thrusts his food down onto the table across from von Karma, most likely causing Freddy's glasses of juice and milk to bounce and totter. Pulls up an extra chair, takes a seat, bending over his tray of delicious(?) prison delicacies. Unlike Freddy, Gant has helped himself to four full glasses of orange juice and two glasses of milk in addition to his food. He swigs one glass of juice down*
Diego: *is off in the distance, spraying coffee in the general direction of Matt and Wellington*
von Karma: *glances up in irritation at the loud and boisterous entrance of the ex-chief of police--this serves as his 'greeting' of the man, as he does nothing else to acknowledge his arrival at the table. Instead, he reaches for his cutlery and begins to carefully cut the omelette on his plate into even pieces*
Gant: Mornin' Freddy!
Gant: *starts chowing down - loudly - on his food*
Gant: I heard Franny gave you a visit! How'd it go?
von Karma: *is still carefully cutting the omelette into perfectly tiny pieces--his knife doesn't stop and he doesn't glance up at the question*
von Karma: It served its purpose--though it is none of your concern, Gant.
Gant: Ya think? *chews thoughtfully* I'm just looking out for a friend, Freddy. Can't fault me for that, eh?
Gant: And I hear she brought along a ladyfriend! That must have been odd. *nodsnods*
Gant: *downs his second glass of juice*
von Karma: *scoffs, placing down his knife after he finishes slicing his omelette* Pathetic. Clinging to each other like weak minded women. *and that's all he has to say about the matter--he begins eating his omelette*
Gant: *watches Freddy a bit more seriously, taking a short pause in his eating. Gazes*
Gant: *... Smiles.* She won't see you again.
Gant: *eats a little more slowly*
von Karma: *he, on the other hand, does not cease in his orderly chewing, swallowing and reaching for the next piece of omelette, though he spares a moment to glare up at the man as he does so*
von Karma: Nor will I her.
Gant: No, no, of course not! Especially with how she was talking about you, eh?
Gant: No respect anymore, Freddy!
Gant: *grins, sips milk*
von Karma: So she has been talking of me--within range of you? Foolish.
Gant: *has obviously figured it out by now* Oh, you didn't see her entry?
Gant: HO HO! Now that's a twist.
Gant: *resumes eating*
von Karma: Entry? Faugh, all this complaining in journals. No, I have not seen.
Gant: Ah ha! How interesting.
Gant: Well, best to disown her before it gets worse, eh?
Gant: Potatoes? *offers plate* Not enough salt for me! HO HO!
von Karma: She knew her place, and what should happen if she strayed from it--which she has. *scowls* -- And no, I have my own. *which he does*
Diego: *slides in next to von Karma, his tray holding a plate heaped with food - most notably pancakes - a large pot of coffee, and three mugs, just as before* Mornin' Thunder, Count. Coffee? *grins*
Gant: *shrugs! He claps his always-gloved hands together once* She's the one cutting you off, unless you had a mutual agreement the other day. Talking too much with Worthy and Wrighto for her own good, HO HO HO! --- *interrupted by Diego's intrusion. For the extremely observant, there is a slight tightening in Gant's jaw as the younger man joins them. Still, he's smiling away. He was expecting this, after all.*
Gant: Deggy, my boy! Is it how I like it?
Diego: *his grin turns its way to Gant* You can have it any way you want it, Thunder, so long as you want it black. *pours his own cup - and the stuff is thick and dark, hissing like it should be eating the mug it's being poured into*
von Karma: *frowns at the new arrival and his brew before offering a plainly stated "No." and continuing to eat*
Gant: Ah ha! You forgot the sugar, my boy.
Diego: Sorry, Thunder - you are good at slipping from the mind. *sips his coffee and begins to ravenously eat his pancakes*
von Karma: *a rather cruel grin appears on von Karma's lips--though he merely continues observing and dining*
Gant: *Smile! Albeit tightly. He folds his arms* I can wait. Mind getting some for an old man, my boy?
Gant: These bones aren't what they used to be, HO HO HO! *Totally buff and muscled, so draw your own conclusions with that one.*
Diego: *sips at his coffee to wash down the bite of pancake in his mouth* Ah, Thunder, you forget yourself - been a while since you had a gopher, hasn't it?
Gant: Ah - Too true! *dumps half of his cup of milk into the coffee pot to dampen the bitterness*
Gant: *considers using pancake syrup to sweeten it up*
Gant: *shrugs cheerfully and pours himself a mug*
Diego: *his eyebrow twitches behind his mask, though there's no way to read that in his face, that grin still plastered there* So how have you two been doing? Keeping busy, I should hope.
von Karma: *spears one of his potatoes, and divides it into exact quarters*
Gant: As busy as busy gets, Deggy, my boy! *takes a gulp, now that it's cooler and milkier. Scrapes up the rest of his plate, save for the potatoes, with a glint in his eye.* Talk to Reddy yet?
Gant: You're old friends, eh?
Diego: *grins over his mug - considers that he could dash it in the old man's face and beat him half to death before he recovered, but is dedicated to actually winning this fight, not succumbing to it*
Diego: Nah, me and Sparkles haven't met yet. I'm glad to hear you stay busy though, Thunder - I'd figure it would be hard. Especially the contrast between how you are now and then. But if nothing else I suppose you don't forget.
Diego: Or then... maybe you do, too. *sips*
von Karma: *one by one, he finishes off the quarters of the diced potato, and returns to his omelette. A grin is definitely hovering on his lips constantly now, as the conversation between the two other men continues*
Gant: ... *stares*
Gant: ... HO HO HO! *getting a little bit more smug after a good stare* Yes, busy with personal business, Freddy and me! I see you're getting personal with Matthew and Richie over there, too. *nods in their direction*
Diego: Oh, those two? They're just kids, don't know what they're doing yet. I'm there to lend them a hand when they need that guidance - otherwise things between them would get more heated than this coffee. *another bite, another sip and swallow* They think they're gonna live forever, Thunder. Don't realize that their time was over before it began - though after some, I guess.
Gant: *grin* That's one way to put it, my boy.
Gant: I say - they're all bark and no bite, eh? Do you make it a habit to bully the children?
Diego: *taps his forefinger against his visor* Thought you could sympathize with that, Thunder. Have you forgotten even quicker than the little Skye will?
Gant: *guffaws* From one to another, Son! ... But to what ends do you need Richie and Matthew? *downs his remaining glasses of orange juice, settling into the conversation*
von Karma: *sets down his cutlery, and takes a sip of his orange juice*
Diego: *grins, temporarily forgetting his pancakes and rationing his coffee sips* That's an odd assumption to make, Thunder. But...no, I don't need children to leave my mark. I like to think I'll leave a more meaningful impression on them.
Gant: .... ... .. .
Gant: I didn't need children to leave a mark.
Gant: HO HO! *claps* And I don't think the department's forgetting my reign anytime soon! Wonder if they still got the organ up in the office?
Diego: *grins* Thunder, the only mark ever left in your office was left by Ema Skye - the most important thing you ever did was hide.
von Karma: *although he continues eating, his gaze is now steadfastly locked on Damon's face*
Gant: ... .. You've found my case file. *tight grin* Isn't it natural? It isn't hiding at all, Son. *folds arms, leans in a little, holding that penetrating stare. Not to Diego's eyes, obviously, but at least to that toaster on his face. Slyly, he adds,* It's survival. Didn't you do the same? And a poor job of it, too, ho ho ho!
Gant: A shame you couldn't see that blood! *Evidently, Gant’s been doing his own research on a certain Diego Armando*
Diego: *laces his fingers together and places his elbows on clear spots on his tray, leaning his head in and resting his chin on his hands, still grinning* Damn shame. But, it will be forgotten in time, and I will be remembered for other things. I will not be known, in the last, as a petty murderer and thief.
Gant: *starts to drop the Mr-Nice-Guy, but still keeps the upbeat tone* What are you babbling about, Deggy? I was never a thief. What did I steal? WITHHELD, yes. Steal? Never!
Diego: *sees the chink in the armor and pushes* Oh, you have me there, Thunder, I suppose you never stole. You'll pardon me for mixing your record up with someone else's - after a while all criminal histories start to look alike, you know?
von Karma: *laughs over his glass of orange juice--and when he does it's quite boomingly*
Gant: *squeezes his glass tightly. He can feel it start to give, accompanied by a dull cracking sound. He casts a hard Look to Freddy, in an 'I'll handle you later' sort of way. Turns back to Diego. Superficially, he's still got the looks of a restrained grin. His eyes, however, have an unhinged glimmer. He loosens his tie with his free hand* Ah ha... Nonsense! You must have been thinking of the criminals I put away in my time.
Gant: Every single one of 'em deserved it. I don't regret that!
von Karma: *cocks an amused eyebrow at Gant, carefully and yet nonchalantly buttering his toast, spreading the spread completely evenly across both slices*
Diego: Regret what? I'm sorry, I forgot what you were talking about.
Gant: *reaches forward, snatches Diego by the collar and wrenches him forward, over the table, close to his face* You will listen when spoken to, you loose-mouthed scum! You will stop hounding me! What's your worth, eh?? You're in here good as me, and if you think you can get away with this, Son...
Diego: *lets his arms trail back, hooking his thighs under his side of the table, and gripping his mug in one hand* Away with what, Thunder? Everybody forgets.
von Karma: *seems entirely unfazed by the action unfolding--and seems altogether too amused, though he's stopped mid toast-buttering*
Gant: *in one half-crazed fluid motion, he violently thrusts the largest shard of his now-broken juice glass into Diego's side, obviously not thinking clearly. Growls,* You are a fool, Son. Can’t learn when to quit!
Gant: ... *Releases Diego. Looks down as if realizing for the first time what he had done*
Diego: *there is no reaction - but he heaves back, pulling with his thighs so that he falls back into his own chair and Gant comes over the table with him* *when he speaks, his voice is carefully controlled - it is not clear how injured he is* Thunder, Thunder. If any of us have problems with quitting, I'd say it's you.
von Karma: *looks up from his toast, sets down his fork and snaps his fingers in midair--and it's another crisp, loud sound that echoes across the dining room--which seems to trigger the sound of feet near the entrance of the dining hall*
Gant: ... *his dark stare dissipates as his emotions flow out with Diego's blood. He stares at his bloody gloves, grabs a few of Freddy's napkins and methodically attempts to wipe it off. He's only got so many pairs of black leather gloves*
Gant: *A light sigh. He brightens a little to a strange smile*
Gant: A fine breakfast!
Gant: *doesn't really intend to fight the guards* We'll resume our conversation next week, Freddy! Don't get too bored while I'm gone, eh?
von Karma: *smirking* Indeed. In a week, then, Damon.
Diego: *takes a sip of his coffee as the guards draw nearer* Oh, Thunder?
Gant: *waves with a flourish* Yes, Deggy?
Diego: *grins over his cup* Don't worry too much. In a week, everybody will have forgotten all about it.
Gant: *his smile disappears, and he's back to a stare. He might have lunged forward again if the guards hadn't caught up to him. No less than three surround and restrain him, clasping his wrists together in cuffs behind his back. They don’t exactly want to take any risks with him at the moment.*
Gant: *cheery once more via sheer force of will* Get well soon, Deggy!
Diego: Make some time to swim, Thunder.
Gant: *roughly taken away by a mob of guards*
von Karma: *as the guards take Gant away, von Karma turns from his breakfast again, to the man beside him-- he has no sympathy nor concern nor even approval, really, in his eyes--but there is that wide, vicious smirk of his again*
von Karma: Mr. Armando.
Diego: *gets up and steps around the table, lifting up his shirt to see how bad it is - he's lucky Gant didn't use his knife, as the broken glass didn't get through his shirt and vest enough to do more than gash him* *takes the seat where Gant had been sitting* Yes?
von Karma: *gesturing over to the pot of coffee*
von Karma: A cup.
Diego: *grins, resolving to finish his breakfast before going to the infirmary* Of course. *slides von Karma the last mug and fill it with the chocolate-colored coffee in a long, slow pour*