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

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

There's one thing that I forgot to mention before I cut you off.

I'm the one who warned everyone else that talking through a warden filter would let you see everything. Privately, to the writer of each entry, of course. Even drugged up and half-crazy, I'm not stupid. And I'm not as useless as you seem to have assumed.

Think on that for a while.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

I didn't assume you were stupid or useless, so could you relax with the bloody pitiful paranoia for TWO SECONDS?

[thatlibbychick.livejournal.com]

Not like that, West. This isn't paranoia.

I'm saying you didn't have any plans for me...you didn't try to take me hostage and you know I couldn't have entered combat. I'm saying that I'm more of a threat than you might have foreseen.

You're the one to be pitied.

[major-west.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm sorry I didn't consider my friends a threat. Perhaps next time I'll take you out with the rest of the troublesome Wardens, and then you can piss and moan at me about that.

Don't worry about cutting me off; I'm finished with you. You're tiresome.