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[crossestheline]

Hey Admiral, while you're scraping the bottom barrel of hell for inmates, why not grab Attila the Hun while you're at it?

Fuck this place. Even Arkham does a better job.

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Private.

[crossestheline]

At this point, I'd rather take another crowbar to the face than have to deal with this bullshit.

Private.

[mistconduct]

Fucking signed. Or, uh. Baton, instead of crowbar, but y'know.

Private.

[crossestheline]

Heh,I like how you think. What's your name?

Private.

[mistconduct]

My real name's Chris, but people like to call me by my alter ego, Red Mist

Private.

[crossestheline]

I'm liking you more and more. My name's Jason, but people like to call be my alter ego as well, Red Hood.

Private.

[mistconduct]

[Don't freak out. Don't freak out. Remember what those people told you yesterday. Don't act like a nerdy fanboy. Don't be obnoxious. Fuck.]

Red Hood. Nice. Really, that's fucking awesome.

[Do not under any circumstances mention that you modeled your color scheme and name after this man]

Nice to meet you.

Private.

[crossestheline]

Shame it's under these circumstances, but that's the fucked up multiverse for you.

Private.

[mistconduct]

Yeah. Multiverse. Whole lot of fucking...stuff in that. Don't really know what you're...going to run into. Shit.


...Hey, uh. What floor are you on, man? Some guy was like, talking to me about maybe getting some guys together, training, starting riots and getting off this ship or whatever.

Private.

[crossestheline]

That depends. Who is the guy you were talking to? Wardens aren't the only ones who could use a good ass-kicking.

Private.

[mistconduct]

His name's Lark Tennant. Know anything about him? We only just met yesterday but he seems...I don't know, cool.

Private.

[crossestheline]

I know of him. I have a question for you; anyone ever teach you the difference between a killer and a murderer?

Private.

[mistconduct]

What, you mean like someone who commits manslaughter or vehicular homicide versus someone who pulls the trigger in another guy's face?

Private.

[crossestheline]

Nah. A murderer for example, is someone who is a rapist, a child molester, kills a guy for a few bucks, pushes drugs into schools, kills for the thrill, or scams people out of every penny they have.

A killer is someone who finds all of the above and pulls the trigger in their faces. Which one are you?

Private.

[mistconduct]

The second. Definitely the second.

Private.

[crossestheline]

Good answer. [His smirk can practically be heard in his voice.]

Do you know where the gym is?

Private.

[mistconduct]

I know of it. I haven't actually found it yet.

Private.

[crossestheline]

I'll come find you. What floor are you on?

Private.

[mistconduct]

Well, right now I'm in Level Zero, but I woke up on Level Eight.

Private.

[crossestheline]

Damn, already? [Snickers.] What did you do to end up there?

Private.

[mistconduct]

Some blue asshole punched me in the face and then his Warden put me there. It was fucking over before the Warden even showed up!

Private.

[crossestheline]

Welcome to the Barge's so-called justice system. The good news is, being stuck in there is more of a timeout than anything else.

Private.

[mistconduct]

Ughhh, shit.

How long can they keep you down here?

Private.

[crossestheline]

A week at most. You can sit on your ass all day and twiddle your thumbs. They don't make you do the hard work like they do at a real prison.

Private.

[mistconduct]

But they fuck you over in other ways.

Action.

[crossestheline]

And you can fuck them over in other ways, too.

[Instead of responding over the network, Jason responds in person. He looks like he's somewhere in his late teens, early twenties. Scruff can been seen all across his jaw. The past couple of days haven't been good for him. There's a disturbing look in his eyes, like he's not all there. While he has control of himself, it wouldn't take much to cause him to snap.]