02: Video: A man got to have a code (+ open spam)

[omar]

[Omar is feeling annoyed, although you wouldn't know it to look at him. He would have thought that killing a man in public after going around with warden credentials, that would be worth a discussion or two. A little notoriety. But unfortunately for Omar's goals, Ladd's murder came right before the port, and the port had pretty much wiped out anything else. For Omar, too, for a couple of days.

But his buddy the marquis de Carabas is awake now, and everything else has blown over, and still no one is saying anything, so he decides it's time to break the ice. He's broadcasting not from his room but from the deck, stretched out comfortably on a deck chair, the camera looking up from his boots.]

So I think it about time I clear up a misconception or two, even if -- [He admits this with a fake-sheepish grin, stretching the knife-slash scar across his face--] I'm the one that caused them in the first place. As y'all probably figured out already, between the dead body on deck and the Admiral's announcement, I ain't no warden. No cop, neither.

My name is Omar Little, and I do hail from Baltimore. And I wasn't lying when I said I took a dealer or two off the street, neither. I stick 'em up, and I dare say I've laid a few out in my time.

Which bring me to my next point. [He puts his legs to either side of the chair and leans forward, steepling his fingers thoughtfully.] And Wardens, this ain't for you, you don't have to listen. [Although he's going to broadcast it to them, anyway, because attention Message.] Now, some of you inmates seem like fine people, if a little misguided. But some of you... you going around all making problems for the people trying to help you, stirring up all this murder and mayhem on citizens. That don't sit right with Omar.

I been hearing a lot of talk about consequences lately, and all, so I just thought I go and put that out there. There be a consequence sitting right here, you feel me? Go ahead and ask Ladd Russo what happen to a man who live like an animal.

[Well, that ought to do something. He leans back again, whistling cheerfully, and ends the broadcast. He'll also be hanging out on the deck for the rest of the afternoon, if anyone wants to bump into him.]

((OH RIGHT PS. So Omar killed Ladd in this thread, but it was all kind of late and got mixed with the port and we never got someone to help actually take him in. Do any wardens want to have done that? He won't have put up even an iota of a fight.))

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[thestarishere]

A consequence, huh? That's what you're callin' that?

[omar]

Pretty sure I told you the same thing 'fore I put one in your head.

[thestarishere]

Well it ain't my fault some people make it just so.damn.IRRESISTIBLE to take 'em out. That's on them, I just do what I gotta do. You don't wanna get killed, don't make yourself such a target!

[twooutoften]

Lemme guess. That what you call your right arm or somethin'?

[Tommy, shut up. This doesn't have anything to do with you.]

[omar]

S'what I called my four-five before it got taken away. Now I'll just have to use something else, if it come to it. [...like the shotgun under his floorboards.]

[private]

[deadliestviper]

[Now that takes balls. Beatrix smiles at her communicator before responding privately.] That's quite a promise on your behalf.

[private]

[omar]

Man got to have a code, honey. I keeps to mine.

[trenchcoatedly]

Why did you lie?

[omar]

You get a choice, which one you rather be?

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[chlorophylliac]

And you cast yourself as the arbiter of the line over which 'consequences' become 'mayhem'? Convenient.

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[omar]

I think it a pretty simple line, really.

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[sharpsuitfluffytail]

[Excuse you, sir.]

Nice speech. I'd be careful with who you're calling 'animal', though. Some might take offense to that.

[omar]

Boy, you walking and talking, ain't you? No one care what you got coming out your behind.

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[janesaid]

[Jane half-smiles at Omar.

It's not applause, but it's about as close as she gets.]

Our hero, huh?

[omar]

[He shrugs modestly.] Just don't like seeing people go that way.

[technophilic]

I do not understand the merit of presenting oneself as a warden when one is not. Please explain.

[omar]

Call it a social lubricant, shorty.

[private]

[surrenders]

[This is just the limit, isn't it?]

Guess the two of you are about on the same level.

[private]

[omar]

And how you figure that?

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[surfaceshine]

[Ironically, Dean isn't as annoyed as he probably should be about being lied to and remembering having been at least one of Omar's early sources of information; he doesn't remember a lot about Risa, about the interactions he'd had there after he got the hell off the beach, but he remembers a lot of basic questions he'd been only too happy to chat about.

Then again, he's not the clearest on the lines separating wardens and inmates that the Admiral hasn't drawn, either, so that helps. So does being someone who routinely lies about who and what he is, too, to get the job done as he sees fit. So he's smirking a bit bemusedly when his feed clicks on.]

So do I have to do a new welcome speech now or what?

[The rest of it, however - Dean's eyebrows pull together slightly.]

Seriously though, that's a bigass target you're hefting, and you realize you're aiming it at both sides, right?

[omar]

How so? Thought I was being real specific.

[lesliemonster]

Omar.

[Why are you so damn cool? Do you have any idea how hard it is to police your behavior when it is accompanied by what is quite possibly the most badass speech that Leslie had heard anyone ever make? Ever?]

This is attention whoring of the most blatant kind!

[And it's amazing, damn you.]

[omar]

Don't know what you mean by that, warden.

[mattersverymuch]

[ Hm. This is an interesting sort of thing to take note of. He's slightly disappointed because this feels a little too selfless, but at the same time, vigilante justice is far preferable to Richard's. Anyway: not his business. He'll hold his tongue until and unless Omar's code makes trouble for him. ]

[ He does have one question, though, so when he sees Omar on deck later he makes the world's most casual beeline. ]

Living like an animal? That seems . . . vague.

[omar]

[He's anticipating for the moment that there won't be a clash. The marquis is a businessman, and while Omar knows plenty of businessmen back home who make all kinds of trouble -- and ones who get in trouble at the end of his shotgun -- the marquis in particular strikes him more as the type to stay uninvolved.

Or it could just be that he likes the man, and he's hoping that he's not going to find out otherwise. He smirks at the marquis, still draped on his deck chair.]

Takes it you didn't hear what little Ladd were getting himself up to, then. He a bad boy, that one.