005. fuck the police [video]

[jurisfictional]

[It's Thursday! Or, well, it looks like Thursday, in absolutely every respect, from the long brown hair to the battered leather jacket. Except, perhaps, for the languid sneer currently making its way across her face.]

All right. I see how it is. You lot have one minute to tell me where I am and where the fuck my gun is before I get properly angry

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[young_idealist]

Madame Next? Is something wrong?

[jurisfictional]

Yeah, there is! Who are you and where the fuck am I? And who took my fucking gun?

[That last word is punctuated by a sharp kick to the table leg. The video feed wobbles slightly.]

[young_idealist]

[He flinches a bit at the obvious violence.] Tis Armand. You don't remember me?

...

I don't know where your gun is.

[jurisfictional]

[Disgusted stare. Armand who? Thursday1-4 thinks books are for losers! Except for the ones with hot characters in them. And even then she doesn't bother keeping track.]

Am I supposed to? What kind of question is that?

Well, you're useless, aren't you. Unless you can tell me where I am, for a start.

[sharpememory]

You're joking, right?

[jurisfictional]

[Sneer.] Why the hell would I be joking? Are you slow or something?

[sharpememory]

Wow, you're a little bit crazy, aren't you?

[jurisfictional]

You're a little bit stupid, aren't you? Who the fuck are you supposed to be?

[jurisfictional]

Well, that's bloody unfair.

[Scoffing.] Yeah, hostages. If whoever's in charge of this place doesn't get me out of here right now, maybe I'll have to be more...persuasive.

[jurisfictional]

Why the hell not? If you've got a better idea, then let's hear it.

[darknessb4me]

We've all been brought here against our will, and it seems we can't leave. Makes you angry, doesn't it?

[thanks captain obvious.]

[jurisfictional]

No shit.

[darknessb4me]

Well? Are you going to do something about it?