041 - West's gone nuts.

[major_west]

[TOTALLY FILTERED FROM WARDENS + JIM (even though Jim's a Warden; he doesn't know that)]

Somebody should probably stop me. I'm fine.

Edit - Next Morning; Public, but still filtered from Jim:

Nevermind. I am not fine. Why have I just been locked up like a bloody criminal?!

[OOC: His handwriting's totally shaky and fucked up. ANYWAY, he's not

Comments

[fathersbludgeon]

Stop what?

[major_west]

Well.

I don't think my plan's a very good one.

[fathersbludgeon]

Elaboration, my friend, is the key to success.

What plan?

[major_west]

To kill somebody.

I don't have any decent weapons. I don't think the decanter will shatter into sharp enough pieces.

Actiony

[major_west]

[Holding a nearly overflowing glass of scotch in hand, West walks to the door, stares, then decides not to open it]

I've changed my mind.

Re: Actiony

[major_west]

[West shrugs and downs most of his glass]

Kill somebody without a weapon.

[my_freeze_ray]

West? Are you all right? What's wrong?

LYINNNNG

[major_west]

I'm fine.

Private - NOT BUYING IT!

[my_freeze_ray]

Come on West I'm not an idiot!

What's going on? What are you thinking of doing?

Private - GOOD BILLY!

[major_west]

Killing somebody.

But he deserves it, so. It's alright.

scrawled obviously with his left hand

[impure_tale]

Major?

[major_west]

Yes?

trying his damndest to keep the text straight

[impure_tale]

Who is it you're wanting to kill?

Aww

[major_west]

Not you. Don't worry.

[Action Spam after Everybody Left and West Got Drunk]

[gimmethemap]

[She lets herself in. No knocking. No listening for his presence. Her compass says he is there; she believes it. But that doesn't stop her from closing the door hard behind her to announce herself.]

Major?

[Action]

[major_west]

[West groans and throws his pillow over his head. Not the picture of professionalism right now, but it's sort of a wonder he doesn't have alcohol poisoning]

WHAT?

[Action]

[gimmethemap]

[She watches him for a long moment, satisfied that he's in his room and is not covered in blood or anything worse. In the dim light of the room she spied the bottles of scotch and port that were left nearly empty and would be full again by morning. Snatching them up and wincing at the loud 'clang' as they came in contact with each other, she started back for the exit.]

I'm having your door removed. And no drinks for the next week. At least.

[Action]

[major_west]

[He removes the pillow, sits up some-- much as he can, anyway. He's a bit wobbly.] Why? I didn't do any wrong!