[BACKDATED TO DURING/RIGHT AFTER SEXBY'S KILLING SPREE.][Arthur's breathing sounds short and pained, thanks to some broken ribs he's now sporting.  Due to the timing of all of this, he's totally missed out on all warden posts about Sexby's rampage, and thus has no idea there's anything going on.  WHOOPS ( Read more... )

[The communicator clicks on at an odd angle, like it's just been haphazardly tossed to the ground.  Luckily, you get an artsy view of Arthur's couch, which currently has a fourteen-year-old Arthur dancing on it, all gangly and grunge-chic. He's singing-- or... screaming-- along to some Nirvana and getting his dirty shoes all over the couch.]

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[Arthur sounds. TOTALLY SEXY. With his sore throat and all.]

I'm back. Looks like Stephanie kept the library in good shape, so. [Clearing some of the leftover AUGHH FLU from his throat.] Thanks.

Oh, and welcome back, Doctor. I'll understand if you'd like to reclaim your position here.

[Private to Mindy]
Awake?

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[This is Arthur. This is Arthur leaning against a closet door, his suit slightly rumpled (in fact, there's a tear in one of his sleeves), his hair out of place. Still, he carries himself like this is PERFECTLY NORMAL. Oh yeah, and he's holding a pool cue. Before he speaks, Arthur smooths his hair back.]To the library staff: sorry. I left a few ( Read more... )