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[anewlanguage]

When I first got here, and I figured out that no matter what I did I wasn't going to die permanently, I thought the rest of the ship was nuts for panicking every time some worthless psychopath got bored and turned murderer of the day.

I'm rethinking a lot of the shit I thought I "learned" when I graduated, but one thing's the same: I was wrong about that. It matters. And the first person to parrot back what I said when I was an inmate can take a bullet between the eyes, got it?


[Spam for IRIS]

[He does a quick patrol, not because he expects anything to be more wrong than what has already happened, but because he needs to work off some energy before he settles in where he feels he really needs to be.

Which is with his girlfriend who, he's pretty sure, will be at the center of a shitstorm. He goes to her room and knocks, for once.]

Comments

[anewlanguage]

[Scoff.] I bet they were. But I shoulda stuck to my guns--figuratively. I bet even an ass like Creed gets sick of people when they don't fight back. Coulda had books written about me.

[chillestrogue]

Did you want that kind of notoriety?

[anewlanguage]

At first I did, yeah. People knowing me meant they were willing to pay my fee. But after a while... [A shrug] Gets to be more trouble than it's worth.

[chillestrogue]

I can't imagine.

Get tired of old enemies coming around to collect on debts?

[anewlanguage]

[Well, not exactly.]

Nah. They're all incompetent. I'm just sick of getting hassled for new jobs or treated like I'm still in the game when I just wanted to retire.

[chillestrogue]

Sounds like you could use a better secretary.

[anewlanguage]

You volunteering?

[chillestrogue]

Heh. Not on your life.

Desk job's too boring for me anyway.

[anewlanguage]

You might be begging for some boring, after a couple months around here.

[chillestrogue]

So I keep hearing. But this place beats regular prison so far.