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andyougoleft) wrote2014-05-29 12:31 pm
andyougoleft) wrote2014-05-29 12:31 pm
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|: 013. Video/Spam : It's Just the Beast Under Your Bed :|
[ Public (Minus Imaginary Goodkat) ]
[The communicator feed fumbles on, and it's. Dark. Okay. There's someone breathing in a faintly labored way nearby, and then Slevin's voice, high and tight with comical levels of panic.]
I have to get out of here. Now. Redemption doesn't do a damn thing for a guy that's dead, and I don't know what game you assholes are playing at even letting him on board while I'm still here? But I'm not buying in. Help me hide or help me leave I don't care, but I can't be here. I can't.
Jesus. [He goes absolutely still for a moment, holding his breath, but there's nothing to hear.]
[ Private : Chris D'Amico ]
[So, naturally, a private connection and an accusatory hiss:] When the fuck were you going to tell me he's here?! After he put a bullet between my eyes?!
[ Spam ]
[And so goes the great unwinnable game of hide and seek, because Slevin is running away from someone who isn't there. The problem is he's very good at hiding, and good at getting into unlikely places, so the passengers of the Barge may find themselves a scared witless assassin in the most unexpected places. Like behind your shower curtain, in a closet, under your bed, or falling out of the ceiling tiles.]
[ Private : Harvey Dent : Post-Flood ]
[After all is said and done, though, Slevin just feels part relieved and part... hollow. Like he doesn't know what he's supposed to do now, and he doesn't. In a grander sense than what to do about the flood, what to do about being a version of himself that had happiness and lost it. It doesn't take him long to lose patience with that, of course, but once he opens the feed to Harvey he doesn't know what to say there, either.]
That was a nice story you told. About Omelas.
[ Private : Cassel Sharpe : Post-Flood ]
What if I'd shot you?
[OOC: Slevin is affected for the Grand Oxymoronic flood. He thinks Goodkat is here and out to get him. Going for comedy over trauma here, despite the inherent terrifying properties of creeper Bruce Willis.]
[The communicator feed fumbles on, and it's. Dark. Okay. There's someone breathing in a faintly labored way nearby, and then Slevin's voice, high and tight with comical levels of panic.]
I have to get out of here. Now. Redemption doesn't do a damn thing for a guy that's dead, and I don't know what game you assholes are playing at even letting him on board while I'm still here? But I'm not buying in. Help me hide or help me leave I don't care, but I can't be here. I can't.
Jesus. [He goes absolutely still for a moment, holding his breath, but there's nothing to hear.]
[ Private : Chris D'Amico ]
[So, naturally, a private connection and an accusatory hiss:] When the fuck were you going to tell me he's here?! After he put a bullet between my eyes?!
[ Spam ]
[And so goes the great unwinnable game of hide and seek, because Slevin is running away from someone who isn't there. The problem is he's very good at hiding, and good at getting into unlikely places, so the passengers of the Barge may find themselves a scared witless assassin in the most unexpected places. Like behind your shower curtain, in a closet, under your bed, or falling out of the ceiling tiles.]
[ Private : Harvey Dent : Post-Flood ]
[After all is said and done, though, Slevin just feels part relieved and part... hollow. Like he doesn't know what he's supposed to do now, and he doesn't. In a grander sense than what to do about the flood, what to do about being a version of himself that had happiness and lost it. It doesn't take him long to lose patience with that, of course, but once he opens the feed to Harvey he doesn't know what to say there, either.]
That was a nice story you told. About Omelas.
[ Private : Cassel Sharpe : Post-Flood ]
What if I'd shot you?
[OOC: Slevin is affected for the Grand Oxymoronic flood. He thinks Goodkat is here and out to get him. Going for comedy over trauma here, despite the inherent terrifying properties of creeper Bruce Willis.]