Jerry (
400yearsofsurvival) wrote2014-09-01 07:36 pm
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3rd Bite // [ Spam ]
[ General / Open ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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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So can I ask who's Ed?
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Who?
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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.
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Did we. I would recall something like that that. The first I spoke to you was about your little pet.
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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.
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Don't slobber over it.
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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.
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Okay, so different universes, timelines, whichever.
Just wanted to clear up any misconceptions. Cool?
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[ 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.
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But you'd be so well suited to it.
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For real.
Thanks, but no.
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[ If they were somewhere less public, he'd be taking measures to ensure Chris was a bit more...accepting. ]
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When someone tells you no, the answer is no. Stop acting like a 14-year-old drug pusher hanging outside an elementary school.
Get me?
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It's just an offer.
[ He needed to find a way to get Chris out of the public space. Alone. ]
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[And it took him a long time to like who he was]
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I'm sure you do. But you could be better.
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Dick move, man.
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No more a than shining flashing in the face of someone who's...sensitive to the light, guy.
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And I can be a dick. I'm allowed.
Besides, it didn't hurt you.
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Would you.
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Even if you are a creep.
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