Show of hands; who else thought the lack of weirdness wouldn't last?
Not that I'm complaining about the reprieve. Just saying. It may have looked over, but it didn't feel over. It was too easy, and without any kind of explanation.
Let the reign of It begin.
In less depressing and potentially Creepshow news:
Blonsky: I'm giving you culture. Grouse
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You bribed me with coffee. Something I'm still not seeing.
[Now he's just being difficult. He considers the question on Claire, more to the point, how feels about the situation, as he moves to the drawer Freddy was at recently. No spare pack, not that he actually expected to find one.]
It's okay I guess. She's not what I expected. That healing thing is freaky as shit, but she's had a tough life. [Was that admiration? Just a smidge.] So far so good is best as I can sum it up.
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[The spare pack's in Freddy's pocket, or was; it's currently out and being waved around as demonstration before he tosses it Pink's way. If he's paying attention it's to him directly, otherwise it will land on the table top nearby.]
Sounds like that's a pretty good catchphrase for everything here. [Nope, he doesn't sound at all surprised by the healing thing; he already knows, after all.] She's had a lotta experience here too, way I hear it, so it should stay that way.
[No, that is NOT concern for your state of redemption there, Pink, he has NO idea what you're talking about.]
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Then he plops down in the nearest seat. A long inhale, then a cloud of smoke is headed toward the ceiling.]
Yeah she has. Three fucking years in this place. Not sure how she could last even a year. And it's voluntary too. I mean, fuck. Whatever her deal is, it must be important. [Pause.] And I thought you were providing the coffee. You weren't too clear on that point.
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Maybe it grows on you. [A snicker, but...it's not really funny, is it.]
No, I said you do the first an' I'll do the second. First being coffee; you're the one with the fixation.
[But he's already heading over to where he thinks he left the coffeemaker last. It's there, right where he left it, but who knows if it still works. ...Or if he even has any coffee around here.]
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Caffeine, man. Nothing better. Legal anyway. But, look, if you want some, I'll go and get it, otherwise? Don't worry about it. Okay? I can get some later. [Dismissive, then slightly agitated.] Will you just sit down? For Christ's sake, man, now you're making me nervous.
[Half-true. He's been jittery since he got here, not something coffee could really help.]
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Better? [With the kind of gesture and expression that say "did you really need to do that?"]
It's fine, you don't hafta go an' get it. I've probably got some shitty powder in a container if you really need it.
[Because evidently idiotic chit chat that doesn't matter is more important than an actual conversation.]
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Long inhale, and he's just watching you now, not too closely. Just... contemplating.]
Why don't we cut the small talk bullshit, stop beating around the bush, and get tonwhy you wanted me here. [Which... doesn't mean he's eager to get to it. Only that he hates this awkwardness. More smoking than necessary. That's required too.]
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[Do you believe it? He's trying to sell it, all casual and calm and laid-back, and maybe he's telling the truth, maybe there's no reason.
He's not, and it's got more to do with feeling a little bad for bailing and saying NOTHING since than impulse, especially since it's not really his usual M.O., but. Maybe.]
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On the other hand... meeting for shit that could be done on the network? Something not quite matching up there.]
Sure, okay. Well we already discussed Claire. The creepy shit? [He shrugged.] I'm managing. Gives me the fucking creeps, but that's the barge for ya. What can ya do?
[Slouching back in his chair now.] How have you been? [Concerned? No, he's not, what are you talking about? Just courteous to ask. That's all.]
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Fine here. Got lectured at by the fucking Count himself 'cause I guess not everybody's doin' so well with their wardens, but I'm thinkin' he just needed to vent. [All the amused.] Otherwise...dunno. Just tryin' to figure out what the hell's goin' on with everything, you know? Same as you.
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Lectured by fucking Dracula? No shit. How'd that happen? [Even if the 'needed to vent' answer explained it, it was still interesting. Momentarily distracted him into continuing the bullshit small talk, anyway.]
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Said somethin' about things goin' from bad to good to worse an' it bein' inevitable, an' he went off about wardens who ain't watchin' their inmates. Sounded pretty pissed off about it too, which...I guess I can't really blame, yanno? It's just like kids in class, some of 'em don't give a shit an' it ruins it for the ones that do. Or somethin'.
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