400yearsofsurvival | 3rd Bite // [ Spam ]

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[ It's the day after Jerry's release from Zero. He can be found around the Barge. Primarily in the dining hall. In the darkest corners. Enjoying an apple or two. Anyone watching close enough will see that he takes plenty of blood rations, but is never seen consuming them.

Elsewhere, he can be seen just watching. Almost anywhere in the areas open to inmates. Especially the darker areas. Never doing anything more sinister than just watching. ]

[ Stiles ]

[ That morning, Stiles will have his MP3 player returned to him. Broken. The largest pieces embedded into the kid's door. The rest scattered across the floor in front of the door. Scratched into the surface was just the word "Friday." ]

[ Allison ]

[ She also gets something embedded into her door. Three arrows, or at least pieces of arrows, that had been left on the floor of Jerry's room. One of which pinned a drawing to the door. Sketched on the back of the sign Stiles had left on his cell door down in Zero. It was a rough sketch of a ghostly banshee, with at twisted wailing face of too many teeth. The hair was wild, brownish red smears. More than likely blood. The arrow is right through where the creature's heart would be. ]

[ Lydia ]

[ She doesn't receive anything. At least not directly. Just something to boost her paranoia. Periodically, when she's alone, she'll see him. Maybe leaning against the wall at the opposite end of the hall. Or walking past. But any time she'd look again, he'd be gone. Just leaving her with glimpses. To remind her that he was watching. ]

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[ Another slow bite, his gaze intent on Chris's face. ]

I got the distinct impression I wasn't welcome.

Not when you're being a dick.

If you can behave yourself for like five minutes put together, then you're welcome at the cool kids' table.

[The cool kids' table that currently only includes Chris]

[ His gaze cast around, as if looking for this table. Finding none, he looked back to Chris. Unimpressed. Hey, he'd been behaving himself for the better part of an hour, there in his little corner. ]

Am I.

Up to you. I'm gonna go back to reading my book, but have fun sitting here alone like a jackass.

[He gives a shrug, and plops back down in his usual spot]

[ Very shortly after, he pulls out the chair opposite from Chris, and settles down into it. As casual as can be. ]

So where are these other "cool kids"?

[Chris gives a smirk, turning back to his breakfast]

Slevin came and went. Cassel's in a coma. Cass is probably training. Mickey's asleep.

Just me today.

[ None of those names meant anything to him. But if he did know them, he'd probably only consider the first as being anything remotely "cool." He leaned forward, arm resting on the table. ]

A rather short list.

[Chris shrugs, stuffing a mouthful of pancake in and talking around it]

Well, it's an exclusive club. I'm charter president.

[ He was deeply, deeply unimpressed. And he let it show. ]

Making you responsible for new members.

Hold your horses, July of NY's Fireman Pin-up. You're not a new member. I'm only extending a courtesy.

[ He let out a small laugh as he took a bite of his apple. ]

Saves me from having to turn you down.

Douchebag.

So can I ask who's Ed?

[ Having not mentioned that name on board, it was rather surprising to hear asked so directly. But he feigned confusion, leaning just a little closer. ]

Who?

The guy who looks like me.

Dude, I know you know who I'm talking about. Don't fuck around with my head.

We had a conversation earlier, when the communicators were on the fritz. I talked to you just before you came to the Barge, and you called me Ed.

[ Another bite. "Don't play that mind shit with me." Ed and Chris really were quite similar. His expression turned rather serious. ]

Did we. I would recall something like that that. The first I spoke to you was about your little pet.

That might've been the first time you spoke to me. Maybe not the first time I spoke to you, though.

Look, I know the Barge fucks with time and space. But I've got our conversation on my comm if you want to listen.

So who's Ed? For real.

[ He set the nearly finished apple down and licked some of the juice from his fingers. The other hand he held out to Chris, silently requesting the offered comm. ]

[Chris flips his communicator on, scrolling to his first conversation with Jerry. Then, he hands it over]

Don't slobber over it.

[ He watched through the entire conversion. Finding most of it quite humorous, fist pressed to his mouth as he laughed. It was surreal to see a video of himself, first off. But knowing himself, and those he'd turned, he had no doubt how things went after the conversation. That Ed had died in a very different way from the one he knew.

He handed the comm back. ]

While that wasn't me, specifically, I can see where you got that idea. You, on the other hand, look like Ed. You even act like him. But you have far more...spine than he did. At least before I got to him.

[Chris takes the comm back with a shrug]

Okay, so different universes, timelines, whichever.

Just wanted to clear up any misconceptions. Cool?

I believe you're the only one with misconceptions here.

[ He cast a glance around, ensuring there wasn't anyone too close to earshot. ]

That gift you were so interested in. I could give it to you. If you still want it.

I reeeeally don't, man. Thanks for the offer. But I play for Team Jacob.

[ Alas, the reference was lost on him. ]

But you'd be so well suited to it.

I really wouldn't.

For real.

Thanks, but no.

I'm sure you'd see things differently once I gave it to you.

[ If they were somewhere less public, he'd be taking measures to ensure Chris was a bit more...accepting. ]

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