psychosnowflake: (tyler: hmm / thinking)
[All over the Barge - stuck on doors, walls, in the bookshelves in the library, in the cutlery drawers in the kitchen, on the gym equipment - there are envelopes, addressed either to 'Wardens' or 'Inmates'. They contain bits of paper with short phrases and questions.

The ones addressed to the Wardens say things like:

Why bother?

Do you really think your inmate is listening?

What are you gaining from this?

Why don't you just give up already?

Rehabilitation doesn't work.


And the ones addressed to the Inmates? Well, they say things like:

If you're stuck here, why not make it interesting?

The wardens are trapped by their morals; we're the scum and that means we're free.

Why do you listen to those self-righteous assholes?

What good is being good? It's far too late for that.

What can they do if you misbehave, kill you?
]

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Dec. 15th, 2008 04:45 am
psychosnowflake: (jack: sympathy / cigarette)
[Private to Rose]

Tobias asked me to talk to you. He says he'll be good - no drugs - if you let him out. Says he really means it this time.

I know you can't let him out. But when you've got a minute, can we talk?

[/Private]


I haven't been sleeping right. It's not insomnia... and I don't think it's him. I'm not sure what to do about it. Anyone got any ideas?

[ooc: The strike-out is just thick black scribble now. Jack really didn't want to think about Tyler...]

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Nov. 2nd, 2008 05:27 pm
psychosnowflake: (jack: psshh as if / unlikely)
Okay, so I was a psychopathic rabbit fixated on the end of the world. I know weird. That was weird.

Does that kind of thing happen a lot? Why did no one warn me?

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Oct. 24th, 2008 05:42 pm
psychosnowflake: (jack: whoa / bloody)
I died when I pulled the trigger. Of course I did. I went to Heaven.

But the thing is, Heaven isn't everything it's cracked up to be.

The angels are white on white. They stared at me. My bruises and scars. The hole in my face from where the bullet tore through. They're Old Testament angels, too. Fire and brimstone.

There were too many men with black eyes and swollen faces. They say they're still working. They call me Tyler. They say they miss me, Sir. I am Jack’s Churning Stomach. I am Jack's Cold Sweat.

And anyway, you can’t tell God anything. He just wouldn’t listen.

So, the thing is, when they said be a Warden, help people. Get away.

Yeah, I said, Well, sure. I got nothing better to do.

We all deserve a second chance. Because we’re all beautiful and unique snowflakes. Right?

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