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10: Video/Spam: Man, ain't no closure.
[Video]
[It's hard, if not impossible, to tell where Omar is broadcasting from: the only thing in sight is the wall behind him, plain and unadorned and identical to those lining the halls. If anyone happens to be on level seven, they will in fact see him sitting comfortably against the wall nearest the stern common room.]
I been told that I took a wrong turn 'bout two year ago and wound up in that port back there instead of where I meant to be, so I figured a reintroduction might be in order. I'll keep it simple this time -- nothing fancy:
I'm Omar Little. Some of you know me, some of you don't...
[He grins.]
Most of y'all will soon enough.
[Open Spam]
[One of the things that most bothers Omar about the change is finding out how completely the neighborhood, so to speak, has changed. He can live with losing most of his friends and allies, but he really doesn't like not knowing who's taken their place.
The upshot is that pretty much as soon as the port ends he can be found roaming the halls at all hours, just about everywhere he has access to or can get into. He seems casual about it, just out for a stroll here or a late-night snack there, but the particularly observant might note that he's being particularly observant. Every so often, he even takes out a little scratchpad and writes down a note, especially when he sees someone enter or leave a cabin.]
[Spam for Loki]
[And there is one person that he's particularly interested in catching. He didn't want to talk on the phone -- he never wants to talk on the phone -- but he slides into step with him out of nowhere one afternoon, voice low.]
You may not know me, but I surely do know you, Trickster.
[It's hard, if not impossible, to tell where Omar is broadcasting from: the only thing in sight is the wall behind him, plain and unadorned and identical to those lining the halls. If anyone happens to be on level seven, they will in fact see him sitting comfortably against the wall nearest the stern common room.]
I been told that I took a wrong turn 'bout two year ago and wound up in that port back there instead of where I meant to be, so I figured a reintroduction might be in order. I'll keep it simple this time -- nothing fancy:
I'm Omar Little. Some of you know me, some of you don't...
[He grins.]
Most of y'all will soon enough.
[Open Spam]
[One of the things that most bothers Omar about the change is finding out how completely the neighborhood, so to speak, has changed. He can live with losing most of his friends and allies, but he really doesn't like not knowing who's taken their place.
The upshot is that pretty much as soon as the port ends he can be found roaming the halls at all hours, just about everywhere he has access to or can get into. He seems casual about it, just out for a stroll here or a late-night snack there, but the particularly observant might note that he's being particularly observant. Every so often, he even takes out a little scratchpad and writes down a note, especially when he sees someone enter or leave a cabin.]
[Spam for Loki]
[And there is one person that he's particularly interested in catching. He didn't want to talk on the phone -- he never wants to talk on the phone -- but he slides into step with him out of nowhere one afternoon, voice low.]
You may not know me, but I surely do know you, Trickster.
[Spam]
[Spam]
[Spam]
[Spam]
[Which hadn't at all stopped him from going in there, but.]
[Spam]
So I guess the question is--is it better or worse the second time around? I know another inmate who left for a while but not as long as you did, not long enough for anything significant to change. [Depending on your definition of significant.]
[Spam]
[He frowns a little. So far, he misses the old Barge, but he doesn't know if that's a real difference or just nostalgia, or that he'd been starting to develop a little pack of compatriots who are now all gone. He even misses his warden, as ineffectual as she'd been.
Plus, Jason Todd left with his crossbow, and that's just a crying shame.]
Not in any scientifical way, anyhow.
[Spam]
You told me you're a man who knows how to roll with the punches so I imagine you'll find your place no matter whether it's better or worse.
[Spam]
[Something in him pulls up a little short at that; his voice doesn't exactly grow colder, but more pointed, maybe. He likes Venus so far, but let her not forget -- let her learn -- who he is.]
We sharks up in here, we inmates, just the same as down below. We move or we die. Now that I'm on my feet again I don't intend to stop moving.
[Spam]
Well, I can't speak to the inmate experience down below from personal experience, [Though she's heard more than a few stories second-hand. It sort of comes with the territory when you spend time with ex-cons.] but I don't really see the waters here as being quite so deep or dangerous. Then again, I do come at it from a different perspective so perhaps that's not surprising.
[Spam]
I'd say either you most surely do, or things been real quiet up here since my departure.
[Spam]
I'm not sure I can say for certain which is the case. Perhaps a little bit of both?