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02: Video: A man got to have a code (+ open spam)
[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, becauseattention 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.))
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
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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If I got a problem, you'll know I got a problem. Until then, I'm just trying to give you a heads up.
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