010 - STOP TRYING TO KILL ME.

[bythe_books]

Alive.

Still.

No thanks to Loki.

I don't know who saved me this time I've been needing saving entirely too much lately, but... thanks.

[Private to Monk]
Your Inmate tried to kill me the other day.

[OOC: Strikes can be read. After these events, Sam's stuck in the Infirmary. He had to get his stomach pumped, among other unpleasant things. :c He's not happy.]

Comments

He's TOTALLY judging you.

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

WHY YOU JUDGE SAM?

[bythe_books]

Oh... You?

Thanks, Prefect.

CAUSE NOW THAT HE'S STARTED HE CAN'T STOP D:

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

I'm so much better at helping you than you are at helping me. They should promote me to Warden.

That's right Comrade.

Can the strikes be read? He's hurt Sam's feelings if so D:

[bythe_books]

So... why? I don't think most other Inmates would have done that for the person restricting their freedoms.

Aww XD Unfortunately, the thought of people getting into his room scares him now D:

[bythe_books]

...

Stay out of my flat, Joker.

Private

[bythe_books]

...so I heard. Why? Why did you do that to him?

[lotoftrouble.livejournal.com]

Oh, I have no regrets. You said some interesting things while you were under the influence.

[bythe_books]

I doubt most of it was coherent.

[lotoftrouble.livejournal.com]

Oh, bits of it were. You mentioned lovely little things-like the name of the person who attacked you earlier. You know, when you were missing and your beloved Gene was frantic about you? That attacker got mentioned. Apparently, he tried to 'feed you stuff'. Take that as you will.

[bythe_books]

I wouldn't call the Guv "beloved".

Stuff? All it was was cup-o-noodles and bad cereal.

Action Spam from the Bed Next Door

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[sidelong glance at a curtained partition between himself and the next bed over.]

...

[certain he hears the scratching of a pen, he leans, far enough that he's nearly falling out of bed when he reaches it, and pulls the curtain back.]

You are writing in a rather agitated fashion for one of the infirm.

Action!

[bythe_books]

[Sam, immersed in his writing, gives a startled jump and looks over at his neighbour] Oh. [He looks down at the notebook again and shrugs, then looks at the older man] I just... have a lot to be agitated about right now.

[After a pause] You're the Marquis, aren't you?

Action!

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[He is obviously at a loss for how to respond to him, because the minute he looked at him he knew he recognized his face.]

The very same, Monsieur.

Action!

[bythe_books]

Oh. [He offers a small, wry smile] Detective Ch-- er [Not DCI. Not with the Guv on the Barge] Detective Inspector Sam Tyler.

PRIVATE

[triplekill.livejournal.com]

...I'm sorry to hear what happened. With Loki, I mean.

PRIVATE

[bythe_books]

...

PRIVATE

[triplekill.livejournal.com]

....how are you doing?

[mistermonk.livejournal.com]

He...he did?

Are you sure? He was trying to save you. He asked for his powers back so he could...

Oh.

[bythe_books]

Yes, he did. He tried to make me OD on painkillers and cough syrup.

[mistermonk.livejournal.com]

Oh.

I'll...talk to him.

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

Sound mighty unlucky, Mister.

[bythe_books]

I feel pretty unlucky right now.

[i-hate-posses.livejournal.com]

Yeah? What's ailin' you?