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. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Wow. You just straight up don't give up, do you? What do you do, just keep asking until you wear down the other person's willpower?

Dick move, man.

[ Did he care? Not even a little. He leaned forward again, both arms supporting him on the table. ]

No more a than shining flashing in the face of someone who's...sensitive to the light, guy.

'Chris'.

And I can be a dick. I'm allowed.

Besides, it didn't hurt you.

But you hoped it would. Guy.

No, I hoped it would be funny. There's a difference. If you were actually hurt I'd feel like a huge piece of shit.

[ And again, he's so not impressed. ]

Would you.

I'm a warden now. We're not supposed to hurt people. Kind of in the blood charter everyone signs.

Even if you are a creep.

But you're allowed to...bend the rules. It doesn't count if you didn't intend to harm. Isn't that right. Guy.

It's risky. But I will risk a slap on the wrists from my fellow wardens if it means watching you roll around like a cat with Scotch tape stuck to its tail.

Should you succeed, you'll be...disappointed by the reaction.

Yeah, I figured.

So, got any hobbies? Other than the aforementioned lurking.

[ He took his time considering this question. ]

Nothing that would interest you, guy.

Figures.

Well, if you're ever up for stupid, potentially life-risking things for the fun of it, I'll swing by and pick you up.

If you behave yourself.

[ Though he had zero interest in anything that fit that description, such activities did attract his favorite snacks. ]

What do you have in mind.

Well, not much right now, Cassel's out of it. But last week we went wakeboarding off the side of the ship. Occasionally I get these stupid ideas I want to try and I just go off and do them.

[ He shook his head, letting out a scoffing sort of laugh as his gaze turned toward the ceiling. This kid was even more reckless than Ed. ]

Sure. Count me in. Always looking for something to do.

Sweet.

So I'm gonna go back to my room now. You do what you do. And I'll hook up with you later.

Don't eat anybody I wouldn't.

[ He rose from his chair. Hands planted on the table, leaning closer to Chris. The table preventing him from getting as close as he would have liked, but the intent was still there. ]

We'll see.

Baaaack the fuck up there, Jer-Bear. People are gonna think you're coming onto me.

[ He moved around the table, fingers dragging along the surface. His hand rested on the back of Chris's chair. Leaning closer still. ]

Is that all they'd assume?

[Absolutely refusing to let himself be intimidated by this creep, Chris reaches up to put his hand on Jerry's chest, pushing away from him]

Personal space, asshole.

[He stands, and picks up his tray and his book]

I'll catch you later.

[ He couldn't help but smile as Chris' hand planted on his chest. He could have easily over powered it, but there was time enough for that later. A small smile spread over his face as he stood upright. ]

Catch you later.

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