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12: Video/Spam: Fix this, Joe? --What's the problem?-- Ran out of time.
[Video, Private to Chris, Sunday evening]
[Once upon a time, Omar hadn't minded the Barge so much. It's a prison, sure, but one with better food and more fresh air, and he'd actually really liked his warden. He and Leslie had had something of an understanding between them: she respected him by trying not to get too much in his face; he respected her by trying not to seriously hurt anyone that hadn't hurt someone else first. He'd still killed Ladd Russo twice, and she'd still taken steps against him both times, but he hadn't felt like her heart was really in it. At the end of the day, they actually kind of trusted each other.
He realizes now that he let himself get fooled into extending that trust to other wardens, too. Chris D'Amico has been a nightmare for him, pushy and rude and disrespectful and entitled, and while Omar had seen the part of Leslie that had actually wanted to help him, he's seen none of it in Chris.
Which is fine. He's a warden, after all. Omar should have remembered that most people here weren't going to be any different from most people back home: selfish and hungry. He should have remembered that any real prison warden is as much a part of the game as he is.
Time to remind Chris what their roles should really look like.
On Sunday evening Chris gets a series of video messages from Omar's communicator, one after the other, five in all. Each one seems to be filmed in the first-person perspective, at around chest height, like Omar stuck his communicator in his breast pocket and hit record. Each one depicts an attack: Jimmy, Mickey, Letty, Dark, and Arthas. The last one is very nearly current, which is good, because...]
[Open Spam for Level 1]
[...In the wake of escaping Arthas' cabin, Omar may have let the zombies out. Like Anya said: cleanup, aisle 7. Omar darts down the hallway just ahead of the pack, one of Arthas' shining gauntlets underneath his arm.]
((Omar is going to try to GTFO, but feel free to also use this post for general zombies-on-level-1 shenanigans!))
[Video, Public]
[Once Chris picks up his communicator, Omar starts broadcasting his reaction to the network at large. He really can't wait to see what happens.]
[Once upon a time, Omar hadn't minded the Barge so much. It's a prison, sure, but one with better food and more fresh air, and he'd actually really liked his warden. He and Leslie had had something of an understanding between them: she respected him by trying not to get too much in his face; he respected her by trying not to seriously hurt anyone that hadn't hurt someone else first. He'd still killed Ladd Russo twice, and she'd still taken steps against him both times, but he hadn't felt like her heart was really in it. At the end of the day, they actually kind of trusted each other.
He realizes now that he let himself get fooled into extending that trust to other wardens, too. Chris D'Amico has been a nightmare for him, pushy and rude and disrespectful and entitled, and while Omar had seen the part of Leslie that had actually wanted to help him, he's seen none of it in Chris.
Which is fine. He's a warden, after all. Omar should have remembered that most people here weren't going to be any different from most people back home: selfish and hungry. He should have remembered that any real prison warden is as much a part of the game as he is.
Time to remind Chris what their roles should really look like.
On Sunday evening Chris gets a series of video messages from Omar's communicator, one after the other, five in all. Each one seems to be filmed in the first-person perspective, at around chest height, like Omar stuck his communicator in his breast pocket and hit record. Each one depicts an attack: Jimmy, Mickey, Letty, Dark, and Arthas. The last one is very nearly current, which is good, because...]
[Open Spam for Level 1]
[...In the wake of escaping Arthas' cabin, Omar may have let the zombies out. Like Anya said: cleanup, aisle 7. Omar darts down the hallway just ahead of the pack, one of Arthas' shining gauntlets underneath his arm.]
((Omar is going to try to GTFO, but feel free to also use this post for general zombies-on-level-1 shenanigans!))
[Video, Public]
[Once Chris picks up his communicator, Omar starts broadcasting his reaction to the network at large. He really can't wait to see what happens.]
[Gloriously public now]
[Gloriously public now]
[Gloriously public now]
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[He walks closer to Omar, his face reddening]
Up. Come on. Get your ass moving.
Re: [Gloriously public now]
[You are definitely going to have to force him, Chris. Quite possibly with with weaponry. He doesn't move -- his expression is all challenge.]
Not inclined to.
[Gloriously public now]
I called Kara. She's coming to help me bring you down.
[Gloriously public now]
And what y'all wardens plan on doing to me?
[Gloriously public now]
[He gives a half-hearted kick to Omar's leg]
Fucking piece of shit...
[Gloriously public now]
Ain't my fault you didn't bother to learn what you was getting into. The king don't get to be the king without taking a few heads along the way. You been calling me those names since day one and you only just now finding out who it is you talking to?
[He flicks the cigarette aside and straightens, a flash of darkness passing across his face.]
Understand now: I didn't die no king to be treated the fool by some little slip that think he earned the right for nothing.
[Gloriously public now]
Fuck.
Re: [Gloriously public now]
[And now, finally, he does lash out, uncoiling like a snake to give Chris' shoulder one hard shove. He steps forward after him, then grabs the back of his neck, holding his face close to Omar's.]
That's right. Take my head. Do me that much respect.
[Chris being violent with him is right, it's expected, if he's not going to treat him like anything but trash anyway. This middle-of-the-road hypocrisy is what's eating at Omar's insides.]
You don't want to know how many bodies I got on me, little man, nor how much time behind. I earned my way to more than being your jester, you hear me? Even here. Especially here.
[Gloriously public now]
Fuck off! Your breath is gross, man, jesus. Don't you ever brush?
[Gloriously public now]
You wanna know what happen the last time somebody up here give me a spare toothbrush?
[That is actually 100% not a bluff, and although he smirks a little at the memory, he's also completely serious.]
[Gloriously public now]
Something gay and weird, probably. Get off me. We're going to Zero. This is fucking ridiculous.
[Gloriously public now]
[Gloriously public now]
Fucking christ. You're messed up, man. I feel bad for the poor fuck who gets paired with you next.
[Gloriously public now]
So you ain't up to the job, you think.
[Gloriously public now]
Re: [Gloriously public now]
"Not a good match."
[It would take effort to sound more disdainful of this.]
That's right, white boy. You need somebody who do mind your say-so when you give it and don't mind your tongue when you too little and too dumb to hold it. You need somebody broken in. There a lot of those in your kind of prison? Easy, broken men?
Making room for Kara here!
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[ Kara is just suddenly there, bringing with her a small gust of wind. ]
As much as I would love to drag you, I'm giving you an opportunity to take yourself to Zero.
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[No, he very much wants them to have to drag him. He wants them to have to hurt him. He turns his back to her to crouch and pick up his communicator from the floor.]
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[ She huffs a sigh, then moves to grab him by the arms and carry him a foot off the ground. She won't hurt him unless she absolutely has to - it's far too easy for her to do serious damage. ]
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Aren't you just a little bit embarrassed? Rao, you're worse than a toddler.
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