“Reputation is character minus what you've been caught doing.”
Day 251, Saturday, February 6th
Morning
Jail
I hurt. Rather a lot.
I don't remember much of the trip back into town. I think I heard the thumping of the deputy's boots on the bridge as he carried me, and then I was in a cell. I will get out soon of course, but given that the deputy carried me so far I am wary of using force. It will be more productive to talk my way out, and as the girl keeps threatening to harm me in various graphic way, her testimony is hardly reliable.
Though I dislike the way she kept sniffing at me while the Sheriff interviewed me. She at least listened to me with a fair ear. Her hair reminded me of Vale's, and so I smiled through the pain of my wounds.
Good morning to you I hope you're feeling better baby
Thinking of me while you are far away
Counting the days until they set you free again
Writing this letter hoping you're okay
The thought of being out soon makes me perk up. The boys in the other cells have gone, finally. I thought of having some fun there, but they might tell and the fun to be had just wouldn't be worth it. I've been in jails without separate cells - those were fun. They'd probably be less so if I'd been this injured, but there'd also be a chance to get a decent meal in one of those, too.
Saved you the room you used to stay in every Sunday
The one that is warmed by sunshine every day
And we'll get to know each other for a second time
And then you can tell me 'bout your prison stay...
No one from the Carnival's come to visit me. That's a bit worrying. We're all supposed to be in it together, after all. Do they think of how many times I starved myself for sweet Genny, or that time I didn't split Syl's head with the axe? Or how I never went after Zann, even after tasting just the smallest piece of her.
That's gratitude for you.
It's gonna be good to have you back again with me
Watching the laughter play around your eyes
Come up and fetch you, saved up for the train fare money
Kiss and make up and it will be so nice...
Well, Management at least will remember. I don't like the thought of what I'd owe them, but perhaps I could give them something in return. Danika, maybe. She ought to be worth something.
I'll be out soon, that's the important thing. The girl will be off-limits, unfortunately. Maybe I - no, damn. I'm trapped in Excolo. No running off to another town. When I get out it'll be farmhouses. I know a few in the Carnival who're getting frustrated and who wouldn't mind blowing off some steam. And I'm content to get last turn, since no one asks questions if you go off after.
It brings the smile back onto my face. A few weeks warm and fed, however inadequately, heal up, get out, and eat.
[Open to Glass and people in the Sheriff's office]
[Closed]
Morning
Jail
I hurt. Rather a lot.
I don't remember much of the trip back into town. I think I heard the thumping of the deputy's boots on the bridge as he carried me, and then I was in a cell. I will get out soon of course, but given that the deputy carried me so far I am wary of using force. It will be more productive to talk my way out, and as the girl keeps threatening to harm me in various graphic way, her testimony is hardly reliable.
Though I dislike the way she kept sniffing at me while the Sheriff interviewed me. She at least listened to me with a fair ear. Her hair reminded me of Vale's, and so I smiled through the pain of my wounds.
Good morning to you I hope you're feeling better baby
Thinking of me while you are far away
Counting the days until they set you free again
Writing this letter hoping you're okay
The thought of being out soon makes me perk up. The boys in the other cells have gone, finally. I thought of having some fun there, but they might tell and the fun to be had just wouldn't be worth it. I've been in jails without separate cells - those were fun. They'd probably be less so if I'd been this injured, but there'd also be a chance to get a decent meal in one of those, too.
Saved you the room you used to stay in every Sunday
The one that is warmed by sunshine every day
And we'll get to know each other for a second time
And then you can tell me 'bout your prison stay...
No one from the Carnival's come to visit me. That's a bit worrying. We're all supposed to be in it together, after all. Do they think of how many times I starved myself for sweet Genny, or that time I didn't split Syl's head with the axe? Or how I never went after Zann, even after tasting just the smallest piece of her.
That's gratitude for you.
It's gonna be good to have you back again with me
Watching the laughter play around your eyes
Come up and fetch you, saved up for the train fare money
Kiss and make up and it will be so nice...
Well, Management at least will remember. I don't like the thought of what I'd owe them, but perhaps I could give them something in return. Danika, maybe. She ought to be worth something.
I'll be out soon, that's the important thing. The girl will be off-limits, unfortunately. Maybe I - no, damn. I'm trapped in Excolo. No running off to another town. When I get out it'll be farmhouses. I know a few in the Carnival who're getting frustrated and who wouldn't mind blowing off some steam. And I'm content to get last turn, since no one asks questions if you go off after.
It brings the smile back onto my face. A few weeks warm and fed, however inadequately, heal up, get out, and eat.
[Open to Glass and people in the Sheriff's office]
[Closed]