Day 44: Arts and Crafts Room, 4th Shift
The day had been slow for L so far, slower than he required: the events of the previous night were traumatic, but they did not outweigh his need for information and a useful way in which to apply whatever he might learn
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"Lets get some things straightened out. Your little club seems to be all in good fun, but if you hurt any of the patients here, I will get involved. I'd much rather deal with the real enemy here, but I won't tolerate any bad behavior. Second, you should stay away from Stefan. Either he's behaving himself, or he's decided not to decapitate you because then our truce would be off," Marcus wondered for a moment if Stefan wasn't just playing along with this and encouraging Piper's behavior because he knew how irritating it would be. Stefan was certainly manipulative enough that it wasn't outside the realm of possibility.
"Lastly, he's not my boyfriend. He's..." Marcus paused for a moment. He wasn't quite sure how he wanted to phrase this or get into it. This really wasn't something he wanted to discuss but he needed to completely eliminate any possible way someone stubborn and insane might put this off as denial. "He's family. And you are never going to bring that up or ask any further questions about it." It was said in the most menacing and threatening way Marcus could manage at the moment. Although any ties they'd had to one another were severed along time ago.
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Hart had met his fair share of heroes--villains too. And while the feeling tugged at him, it wasn't enough to unsettle him. When backed against the proverbial wall like this, his earlier nervousness faded too readily into a defensive snark. But as he wasn't home and there were no others around to back him,
('I'd have your back, Pipes.' Pbbbht. Yeah, sure you would, Tricks.)
--there was very little choice than to try and cap it off quickly.
"First off," Hart managed not to snap back, which was excellent as a start. "I've never had intention to hurt any patient here. I've had some rough times, but I'm on the side of angels. I'm no villain, despite what's written on the board. That's in the past."
He'd managed to bogart himself a good deal of glitter, and with the written portion of his sign done ("Evil Club Notice: Beware of Fort. He bites!") he proceeded to smatter the wet and drying paint with enough of the stuff to choke a small child.
"What you've read, if you have in fact read all of it, should be the best indication that the club is, yes, a joke. At most, we'll be trying to bother the so-called 'establishment' here. No one likes it and people suffer." When he did look up form his work, it was the look of a man no less than completely serious. "--I left the villain schtick behind because there was greater things to worry about and people that needed help. I'm not just going to sit by and let someone else suffer here to. If what I;ve heard about this place is right, no one deserves to be here."
Hart doesn't bring up the family comment though, instead leaving himself to the task of painting up a spider in blue paint in the space left behind by the slipshod lettering.
('Looks like the Blue Beetle's sig to me.' Cram it, Jesse. You try to do better.)
"And--" One more thing. He was at his most settled here, trying his damnedest not to reminisce in front of Captain Beef's boyfriend, Sergeant Sirloin. "I've known my fair share of the nasty. So when I say I want to get to know him better--" The 'him' being fairly obvious. What other ambiguously-relationed spider lords were there here? "--I mean it. If I get hurt in the crossfire, you can be the first person to tell me that you told me so."
Finishing the spider-beetle, Hartley frowned, then pointed to the moon-and-star glitter he'd set aside. "--could you pass me those? Eh....my hands..." Yes, Hart. They're an abomination and a freak mess of paint and glitter. Everything you touch now will catch The Gay.
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"You may have known your share of villains, but I sincerely doubt you've known anyone like him," Marcus was fairly sure that Piper wasn't from a closely related dimension, and it seemed like incarnates were non-existent outside those where he and Stefan had found the Well.
Marcus grabbed the glitter carefully and set it near Piper, trying to avoid getting any of it on him. Well, he'd be changing before he went out for the night even if he did get some on him. This was just absurd, Marcus had known children that acted more like adults than this.
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'Well, there were the Rogues...' James, no. 'Wally, with every time you went to help out.' No. 'He did it mostly. I exaggerate. You know that.' James, please. '--you mean I can't continue my list?' Shut -up- already.
And that was going to have to stop right there. Hart shook his head in attempt at beating back his self-inflicted Jiminy Cricket. Imagine, instead of internal monologue by Morgan Freeman, one voiced by James Jesse.
He murmured a word of thanks at the passing, and taking up his glitter, Hart shook it over the sign, giving the spider-beetle a fresh, new coat of obnoxiously space-themed shimmer. And with the nature of glitter as it was, Hart too wound up with a fresh coating of said sparkly mess.
"You know--" he glanced back up at the man, honestly trying to push a lighter tone to his voice. "We're going to be here for a while. You might as well make the best of it for now. Unless you have another places to be." It was either the most avoidant or the most inviting statement in the world. Have fun.
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