Quatrième
[Spy is smoking a cigarette in the kitchen and reading a newspaper that he's pretty sure is entirely fabricated when his drone son runs in carrying a package and looking so pleased with itself that Spy feels as though he's going to be blinded by the sheer happiness. This place is going to drive him bonkers, if only because of this child. He takes the package, which he finds is addressed to 'Thierry Frog' (how insulting!), and shoos the boy away with the promise that they'll play catch later. Much, much later.
It's thin, and weighs barely anything. He uses a knife from the table to open it, reaching inside to pull out several pictures. Of himself. Sans clothing. Nothing dirty, of course (he saw to it that any pictures of that nature were destroyed long ago), but rather picture after pictures of his scars. There's the long burn that goes all the way from the left side of his neck down his right arm, and there's the kukri scar down his back... There's even a picture of him unmasked, looking tired, with those horrible splotches of tan where the mask doesn't cover.
How very odd. He tucks the pictures back in the envelope and takes it upstairs, stuffing it into the drawer of the bedside table that has become 'his' for further study. Those, he knows, are not doctored. The backgrounds showed familiar places -- his room on RED Base, the barest suggestion of the medical ward. What is Mayfield trying to tell him?
It isn't until half an hour later, when he's combing his hair in preparation for a cigarette run, that he notices the changes. Where before his skin was smooth and unblemished, it now bears the unmistakable lines of familiar scars. And... is that the horrific tan? Oh, well played, Mayfield. First you make him powerless by trapping him in Westport, dooming him to fail, not even last as long as a ten year old, and now you've given him back all the marks of his past failures? Ohhhh, well played.]
{ooc: tl;dr, Spy has just gotten every single scar he earned during his time with RED back, as well as the tan spots on his face that develop thanks to him never taking off his mask. In light of this, he probably won't be going anywhere for a while, until he can regain some dignity -- but do drop by to laugh at him, if you feel like it! Or, of course, you can answer the following irate phone call.}
[Filtered to all non-drones.]
I will not let zhis town mock me so blatantly. I do not know who is in charge here, and I do not know what sort of sick enjoyment zhey get out of tormenting us, but I will not be treated like some sort of toy, rewarded with good behavior and punished for not being entertaining enough. I will not be opening any further packages I receive unless zhey are clearly marked with what is inside. Zhe least zhis hellhole can do is give us fair warning.
It's thin, and weighs barely anything. He uses a knife from the table to open it, reaching inside to pull out several pictures. Of himself. Sans clothing. Nothing dirty, of course (he saw to it that any pictures of that nature were destroyed long ago), but rather picture after pictures of his scars. There's the long burn that goes all the way from the left side of his neck down his right arm, and there's the kukri scar down his back... There's even a picture of him unmasked, looking tired, with those horrible splotches of tan where the mask doesn't cover.
How very odd. He tucks the pictures back in the envelope and takes it upstairs, stuffing it into the drawer of the bedside table that has become 'his' for further study. Those, he knows, are not doctored. The backgrounds showed familiar places -- his room on RED Base, the barest suggestion of the medical ward. What is Mayfield trying to tell him?
It isn't until half an hour later, when he's combing his hair in preparation for a cigarette run, that he notices the changes. Where before his skin was smooth and unblemished, it now bears the unmistakable lines of familiar scars. And... is that the horrific tan? Oh, well played, Mayfield. First you make him powerless by trapping him in Westport, dooming him to fail, not even last as long as a ten year old, and now you've given him back all the marks of his past failures? Ohhhh, well played.]
{ooc: tl;dr, Spy has just gotten every single scar he earned during his time with RED back, as well as the tan spots on his face that develop thanks to him never taking off his mask. In light of this, he probably won't be going anywhere for a while, until he can regain some dignity -- but do drop by to laugh at him, if you feel like it! Or, of course, you can answer the following irate phone call.}
[Filtered to all non-drones.]
I will not let zhis town mock me so blatantly. I do not know who is in charge here, and I do not know what sort of sick enjoyment zhey get out of tormenting us, but I will not be treated like some sort of toy, rewarded with good behavior and punished for not being entertaining enough. I will not be opening any further packages I receive unless zhey are clearly marked with what is inside. Zhe least zhis hellhole can do is give us fair warning.