[Tartarus is bored. Which means you all get to listen to him enjoy the sound of his own voice for a while. He is nothing if not conversational. Mostly, he's just musing out loud.Y'all are so damn fast to condemn each other to me. Which is kinda outta line, actually--you're steppin' on Minos' toes over there. Boy's gotta coin to flip, don'tcha know ( Read more... )

[There's screaming in the background. Someone is shouting something about the voltage. Tartarus can be heard lighting up a cigarette. After exhaling, his tone of voice is nothing but casual.]

Can't say he wasn't warned.

[Off to one side, someone mentions something about the number of 'unfortunate' incidents with the fencing.]

Like I said. [ ( Read more... )

[Let's face it--his tone of voice almost never changes. He just sounds distracted. Although, if you can hear the pages turning above the general noises in the lobby, he is leafing through the Apartment Manager's registry a book.]

An exercise in really fuckin' dumb ideas. Ain't stoppin' a good goddamn thang--just speedin' up the process of findin' ( Read more... )

Well, hey now--there ain't no one never gotten out of my grasp. It's like I said: shoddy worksmanship. Blame the bastard that made the prison, not the bastard the prison was located in.

And I was only gonna lock her in the spare room! Not exactly the ninth circle of hell and I never even had a ninth circle ( Read more... )

[Silence for a moment, quickly followed by that bell that accompanies the corner shop door and a general ambience of traffic. Tartarus' tone is characteristically cheerful, as though he's relaying a story to an old friend. Who's to say he isn't?]Man walks in the corner shop, asks for cigarettes 'n a lighter. Not an unusual request. Doesn't look ( Read more... )