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[terminates]

[Private to Karrin Murphy]

I'm not doing that again.

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[OPEN SPAM IN THE GYM]

[It isn't very often that Slade gets like this, but as of this moment, he is entirely frustrated not only with his current situation but also the circumstances that brought him here. Therefore, he is working off the tension the only way he knows how -- pushing

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Spam - hope you don't mind :]

[gotgreenmagic]

[Shego's another veteran of the 'when you're pissed, punch things until it stops mattering' club, and a frequent flyer at the gym. She's been working a dummy for maybe twenty minutes when she notices the guy going at the punchbag. She leans around and raises an eyebrow in his direction.]

Spam - not at all! <3

[terminates]

[Despite his focus on what he's doing, Slade is very much aware of his surroundings so when Shego gives him a 'look', he already knows. He gives it a moment before pausing, holding the punching bag still as he returns her stare. Another Inmate, more likely than not.]

Bad day?

Spam

[gotgreenmagic]

[She comes out from behind the dummy, taking a pace in his direction, sizing him up a tiny bit.] Only every one since I showed up here. You?

Spam

[terminates]

Something like that.

[He tilts his head slightly, considering.]

Been here long?

Spam

[gotgreenmagic]

Eight months, give or take. Wouldn't exactly call myself a veteran yet, there's people who've been here a couple years. You're new, right?

Spam

[terminates]

More or less.

[His mouth twists a bit, ironic.]

Strangeness aside, this is the most unprofessional prison I've ever seen.

Spam

[gotgreenmagic]

Well, yeah. For one thing, the longer you're here, the more obvious it gets that the Warden-Inmate line is kinda blurry and random. Could practically be chosen by a coin toss when you first show up.

[She realises that she has no idea if he's a Warden or an Inmate, although his demeanour hints ever so slightly at the latter.]

You got a name?

Spam

[terminates]

I noticed.

[Particularly since the Riddler, of all people, is here as a Warden. It's all absurd to him even though, on a purely logical level, he understands the possibilities of this kind of arrangement.]

Slade Wilson. You?

Re: Spam

[gotgreenmagic]

Shego. [She moves closer to where he's standing, the punchbag still between them. It hasn't escaped her notice that he can hit like he means it.] So are the superior face-breaking skills a hobby or a professional thing?

Spam

[terminates]

Professional.

[He watches as she closes the gap, apparently unbothered by the greenish hue she's sporting. He's seen stranger things in his time.]

I'm a mercenary.

Spam

[gotgreenmagic]

[A lot of people seem to shrug off the green, which has been making Shego wonder if every world except hers has a subspecies of green people she has yet to learn about. But whatever. She half-smiles.]

You too, huh.

Spam

[terminates]

It pays the bills.

[His mouth quirks slightly.]

Been doing it long?

Spam - derp forgive my inability to not italicise things :|

[gotgreenmagic]

Four years, for a wide variety of idiot losers. [She rubs the bridge of her nose.] I would've gone into consultancy or something if it wouldn't have been so boring. You?

Spam - HDU :|

[terminates]

[Ah, now there's a story he's heard before.]

Desk jobs are rarely worth it.

[As for that last bit...]

Decades.

Spam - *weeps*

[gotgreenmagic]

Is that 'decades' like 'decades' or 'decades' like you're actually a couple hundred years old? Because frankly I can never tell around here.

Spam - *pats*

[terminates]

[He actually smiles at that.]

I haven't hit a hundred yet.

Forty years is the rough estimate.