This. [The shot is of the neighbourhood, first one way down the street, then the other, then to the house that West and Billy have occupied for the port. The camera's a bit shaky, as West has already had a few drinks before busting it out.]

This is what I fought for, what I would have done anything to protect.

[He moves into the house. SO ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I've seen the inside of a cell. Of course, I never expected it to come from defending myself, but I suppose the Barge has a funny sense of justice.

[Filtered to THE MANLY POKER GANG and Sark]
I'm afraid we'll have to postpone our meeting, unless you wish to have it in Level 0.

[OOC: The log is still ongoing, but given ( Read more... )

I've been here for nearly two years now, and while others may have seen results, I have not. It's become clear to me that no matter what course I'd have taken, the end result would have been the same: they live. My men and I die. Perhaps, if I had been a better man-- by whatever metric you wardens measure it by-- I'd have had no second chance at ( Read more... )

The first time I had to shoot a civilian-- hostile, actually. They lose civilian status the moment the Infection hits their system-- it was the first I'd actually been faced with the Infected. In my position, I only had to supervise. Direct. For the first days, I was perfectly isolated from what was really happening. But as our numbers ( Read more... )

I've considered writing something more eloquent; however, I don't really see the point right now, so I'll simply lay it out: I don't understand how things work here. I don't understand how we are expected to undergo these floods, these ports, and now-- most recently-- this "invasion," and gain anything positive from what is, essentially, torture ( Read more... )

I believe a very thorough thinning of the herd is called for.

The worst thing about that flood: there was no party.

Oh. My mistake. Between being called a 'concubine' and having that buffoon Jim all over me, that was perhaps the best thing about the flood.

Regardless of that... CPR as a cure for blood-loss? You were quite lucky on that one, Billy.

Morgan:
If the goal of 'therapy' was to make me never trust anybody again, congratulations. It worked. If I wanted to be trapped in a room with somebody trying to molest me, I'd go see a priest.

The Real Dr. Crane ( Read more... )

I'm not used to people looking out for me. It's a funny sort of role reversal. This entire experience has been one strange, mad event after another and I don't know who I am anymore I feel out of sorts.

I don't know if I want to be here anymore.

Well. Anyway. The door's back.

[OOC: AS USUAL, whenever people get too close to him, he freaks ( Read more... )

You can let me out now. I promise I'll be very, very well behaved.