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[ Don't the orange scrubs just bring out his - eyes? Claire's crouched on the floor of his cell, preoccupied with building a pyramid out of Twinkies. About thirty of them; there's also five empty wrappers in a neat pile by his knee. For a jailbird he's in good spirits. Could be a sugar high, or he could be expecting something. ]
I know at least some of you folks will remember this: a while back a kid from my old world told a ghost story that was making the rounds back there. About a monster attacking trains, and how it sounded just like what happened to those stiffs that turned up in the subway here. [ No need to be anything but conversational about that, or bring up how it landed him in jail: just mentioning it will suffice for a message to the "kid" in question. ] It was a pretty impressive rendition, but he left out a few things. Like the part where if you're riding a train and you talk about the monster, that’ll be the one it comes to. Maybe if the guys on the subway last night had known that they coulda prevented that whole mess?
What else - ah, maybe this kid heard a different version, but the one I knew said there were a few ways to survive if you met it. One was believing the monster was real; one was to run away until the sun rises... and the way I heard it, there was one last way to avoid being eaten. And that was just to be a good person. [ He sits back on his haunches and grins: the Twinkie pyramid is complete. ] But whatever kinda monster's in the subway here doesn't seem too picky about who it gobbles up. So I guess what I'm saying is, they don't match up after all. And those survival secrets probably won't be much help - except the bit about fleeing 'til sun-up. That's a given in this place, huh?
[ The feed picks up the sound of footsteps approaching down the corridor. Claire looks around in the direction of the cell door. ] Hey! I got enough for everybody this time -
[ The guard's response is too distant to make out through the door, which is probably a good thing for any underage listeners; they suddenly become clear once he's got the door open: ] -sooner you’re outta my hair the better. Turn that thing off! [ Claire complies with a last cheerful smirk to the camera. Model prisoner, right? ]
I know at least some of you folks will remember this: a while back a kid from my old world told a ghost story that was making the rounds back there. About a monster attacking trains, and how it sounded just like what happened to those stiffs that turned up in the subway here. [ No need to be anything but conversational about that, or bring up how it landed him in jail: just mentioning it will suffice for a message to the "kid" in question. ] It was a pretty impressive rendition, but he left out a few things. Like the part where if you're riding a train and you talk about the monster, that’ll be the one it comes to. Maybe if the guys on the subway last night had known that they coulda prevented that whole mess?
What else - ah, maybe this kid heard a different version, but the one I knew said there were a few ways to survive if you met it. One was believing the monster was real; one was to run away until the sun rises... and the way I heard it, there was one last way to avoid being eaten. And that was just to be a good person. [ He sits back on his haunches and grins: the Twinkie pyramid is complete. ] But whatever kinda monster's in the subway here doesn't seem too picky about who it gobbles up. So I guess what I'm saying is, they don't match up after all. And those survival secrets probably won't be much help - except the bit about fleeing 'til sun-up. That's a given in this place, huh?
[ The feed picks up the sound of footsteps approaching down the corridor. Claire looks around in the direction of the cell door. ] Hey! I got enough for everybody this time -
[ The guard's response is too distant to make out through the door, which is probably a good thing for any underage listeners; they suddenly become clear once he's got the door open: ] -sooner you’re outta my hair the better. Turn that thing off! [ Claire complies with a last cheerful smirk to the camera. Model prisoner, right? ]