major_west

[There's a very, VERY long silence, and finally West says:]

Balloons.

[Another silence, then he clicks his tongue disgustedly.]

Of all the absurdities.

[CLICK.]

[OOC: WORKING THROUGH BACKLOG OF TAGS.]

An update for those of us in the cells? What on Earth is going on up there?

[MANLY POKER GANG FILTER; added after he was told of the bomb.]

Billy, Adam, Charlie-- you... all of you. Tell me you're alive.

We have Wardens talking about a lockdown. We have Wardens complaining about it being too excessive and taking a public stance against it. So, which is it? Would it kill you lot to send ONE CLEAR, CONSISTENT MESSAGE, for once?

It's absolutely pathetic. Honestly, I don't even care either way if there's a lockdown; I'd just rather know what I'm meant to do before I get tossed in Zero for "disobedience," or some such nonsense.

Oh, and thank you for washing the corridor with blood. It reeks now.

Oh, would you look at that. I was hate crimed. What a new and eye opening experience.

[OOC: SORRY FOR THE ROS SPAM. I'm just trying to get my guys out of the way before I go outta town and their reactions become IRRELEVANT.]

[Private to Billy]
Billy, Morgan and Rube wish for us to act as spokesmen for homosexuality.

[OOC: Reference to this and this. Why, yes, West's hoping to phrase it this way to get Billy to say no, so he can shrug and go "OH WELL I TRIED" to Morgan]

Who broke all of the mirrors around the showers? Fess up, because I will not be cleaning up after you just so that I can take a shower without getting my feet cut to ribbons. I presume you are an adult, and are therefore capable of picking up after yourself.

It occurs to me now that my birthday is probably coming up, seeing as it has already passed here once before. I was probably dead at the time-- Barge dead, that is, since I am already as deceased as can be-- or in a port, or lost in a flood. I don't know how old I would be... Thirty-two forever, or would I be approaching thirty-four now? I don't feel any older, physically; no wear and tear outside of injuries. Mentally, I suppose it's a different matter entirely.

It's odd to think that I've let my last birthday slip without any thought. But then, I hardly keep up with time at all any more. It's difficult to think of it continuing for me when I'm no longer part of any world. The only way I really ever track it, these days, is through this...

[There's a long pause as he looks over things in his journal and begins to do the math]

Oh, you have got to be joking. I could not have possibly--

[HAVE SOME OUTRAGE]

ONE HUNDRED ENTRIES?! I have been here for over a year; have I really done nothing more with my time than dawdle about with a journal like a teenage girl? This is what my afterlife is?













I could use something to drink. Right now.

[OOC: I've decided that West's a Scorpio, since it seems to fit his moody craziness, so YAY I GUESS THIS MEANS HIS BIRTHDAY'S COMING UP IN A COUPLE MONTHS LOL. But only Billy and probably Morgan would know that]

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]

Has Billy suffered from a massive stroke in my absence, or did we gain a second one?

[OOC: SO West came back, decided that life's too short (or afterlife or WHATEVER) because he went somewhere shitty during his absence, and decided to just man up and kiss Billy. After six+ months of sexual tension.

It turned out to be Barney.

WHOOPS. West's not happy]

Morgan,

I just wanted to tell you that I've had a change of heart. Stubborn as I know you think I am, I'm sure this will come as a great shock to you. So, here it is:

I'm not sorry he's gone. I'm quite happy he's gone. Perhaps now you'll understand what I've had to undergo on some scale. Take that feeling, and multiply it by every person you've ever cared for. Imagine that great a loss occurring over and over again as you try to do everything in your power to prevent it, until you're willing to do anything to keep from losing those few people you have left.

I hope Rube never comes back.

See you in the kitchen, bright and early!

Sincerely,
Major Henry West


[OOC: West's referring to his last post, where he told Morgan he's sorry that Rube's gone, then got butthurt and it all descended into a giant bitchfest]