91 - Jailhouse Blues [Voice]

[major_west]

Congratulations. You won. Here's to an eternity of the status quo.

[After a pause]

Billy... Please tell me you're alright.

[AND IN THE BACKGROUND YOU CAN HEAR RAYNE SHOUTING THE FOLLOWING]

JESUSFUCKINGCHRISTMONKEYBALLS! SOMEONE BETTER BE LETTING ME OUT OF HERE OR-

[OOC: Major McCrazyface is in Level 0 now with a bandaged, possibly broken hand, a STILL stitched up leg, and a frown :c I'm pretty sure Inmates can't initiate private filters, hence his having to ask about Billy in public. ANYWAY. Visit him if you'd like; just spam it in this post]

Comments

[capn-jack-h.livejournal.com]

Ah. They listened to you. So Sam and Prefect weren't accidents? I mean, if they listened to you that must've been something you ordered.

While they were half-crazed and starved, you mean? Great mindset to rationalize with people in. And I'm guessing you figured that would've starved me, too.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Fine, would you like me to admit that a part of me really wanted this all to fall apart so we could all just cause a great big bloody mess and feel like we were finally doing something more than sit around and defer to Warden authority? Even if it's futile, even if it was horrible and violent, at least we DID SOMETHING.

[capn-jack-h.livejournal.com]

Only if it's true.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Then it's true. Part of me wanted to see this place go up in flames.

[capn-jack-h.livejournal.com]

What would you gain from that?

[major-west.livejournal.com]

I don't know. My own destruction.

[capn-jack-h.livejournal.com]

Why would you want that?

[major-west.livejournal.com]

[There's a long ass pause, and he doesn't sound so AWESOMELY CONFIDENT OR STABLE anymore]

I don't know.

[And now he's refusing to answer on the comm/journal/whatev LOLOL]