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theclipper_tlv2022-08-01 03:01 pm
tinstar) wrote in theclipper_tlv2022-08-01 03:01 pm
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All casing, no bullet, first clip
[Give 'em hell. Raylan hadn't needed any encouragement, but he took some from it anyway, stubbornly ready to meet things head-
He wasn't ready. There was no question about him staying, and it wasn't even about his deal anymore. If he had to go home and murder half of a mob or more, he'd find a way to be okay with that. Losing Flint, there was no being okay with that. 'Fine', Raylan had said. He was still a warden, there were still moves here, even if he didn't see it yet.
Until Raylan realizes that he's been demoted for some reason. Installed as a Patient. Something inside him fractured. The control he so tightly kept rapidly starts to vanish rapidly. Give 'em hell. Oh he freaking would.
His curtain is very nearly torn off the rail as he exits the sad excuse for a room, stalking out onto the glassed off walkway that would eventually lead him down. There was no stopping his futile punch of the glass.]
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There's been a series of several dramatic and unreasonable mistakes here. I want someone who has access to the Nurse to contact me immediately about a meeting or a conversation to correct the oversight. [Raylan's voice was cold, compressed, and utterly furious at the same time without rising a fraction as he barked out his command and promptly closed the feed back down.
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The first few days had Raylan pacing like a tiger up and down the panopticon, into and around the common rooms before doing it all again, using the limited space to strech his legs as his brain chewed over ways to get out of this. It would be a cold day in hell when he sang, much less sang under duress and his meals were less meal and more incidental snack.
It was all a giant Fudge You to the whole system, his small part.
The bookshelf was the second inanimate object to get his bitter, petty ire, a half moment between him muttering about the content and him clearing the shelves with bared teeth at at least two good attempts at tearing the bookshelf itself off the goshdarned wall.
He wasn't ready. There was no question about him staying, and it wasn't even about his deal anymore. If he had to go home and murder half of a mob or more, he'd find a way to be okay with that. Losing Flint, there was no being okay with that. 'Fine', Raylan had said. He was still a warden, there were still moves here, even if he didn't see it yet.
Until Raylan realizes that he's been demoted for some reason. Installed as a Patient. Something inside him fractured. The control he so tightly kept rapidly starts to vanish rapidly. Give 'em hell. Oh he freaking would.
His curtain is very nearly torn off the rail as he exits the sad excuse for a room, stalking out onto the glassed off walkway that would eventually lead him down. There was no stopping his futile punch of the glass.]
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Video:
There's been a series of several dramatic and unreasonable mistakes here. I want someone who has access to the Nurse to contact me immediately about a meeting or a conversation to correct the oversight. [Raylan's voice was cold, compressed, and utterly furious at the same time without rising a fraction as he barked out his command and promptly closed the feed back down.
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The first few days had Raylan pacing like a tiger up and down the panopticon, into and around the common rooms before doing it all again, using the limited space to strech his legs as his brain chewed over ways to get out of this. It would be a cold day in hell when he sang, much less sang under duress and his meals were less meal and more incidental snack.
It was all a giant Fudge You to the whole system, his small part.
The bookshelf was the second inanimate object to get his bitter, petty ire, a half moment between him muttering about the content and him clearing the shelves with bared teeth at at least two good attempts at tearing the bookshelf itself off the goshdarned wall.
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No, Givens-san. I don't believe that.
[ It's the whole reason why she's here, after all. Why she dashed her own dreams on the rocks. If there's one thing she knows, it's that the people you love are not replaceable. ]
But I can't change what Nurse-san has decided. All I can do is try to help you find peace and happiness here.
[ A quick breath in to steady. ]
There aren't many closed off sections of the ship. Unless they're in the sick ward, they should be pretty easy to find if they're here. If you give me a description, I can help you look.
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You can just call me Raylan. [Some of the fire had gone from his voice, but the underlying steel of it was still there. Peace and Happiness wasn't meant for him, come hell or high water.]
5'10, muddy reddish blond hair, built like a brick snackhouse- [Really? Snackhouse?] Probably raging.
If you can look in the places I can't, I would appreciate it.
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[ She can admit that.]
I'll look there. Is there a name that they answer to?
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James Flint.
It's important I get back to him.
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[ And she'll take about half an hour before the answer comes. ]
...I'm very sorry again, Givens-san. But I wasn't able to find anyone by that name. I think there are others from your ship that I saw, unless they just showed up newly arrived as well.
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He sucked his teeth and sighed.]
Thank you for trying anyway, Haruka. Very kind of ya.
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Of course, Givens-san. I... know what it's like to be separated from the ones you love. You don't have to apologize to me.
I'm sorry I couldn't do more.
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I'll figure it out. If you happen to hear something though? [You'll tell him?]
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