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13: Spam: Man got to live what he know.
[Open spam]
[Omar is a roamer. As long as he's not forced to stay in his cabin -- in his cell, comfortable as it may be -- he spends very little time there. He's just as likely to sleep in an empty cabin, or even once or twice in the Enclosure. He keeps bizarre hours, and he keeps them largely to himself.
None of this is new. This is how he's been since he got here the first time. Since his last death toll, though, he's become even more erratic in his efforts to stay unpredictable, and the recent spate of unwarranted brutality has him feeling especially restless. He can be chanced upon at all kinds of odd times and places: at the library early in the morning, in the showers and the laundry room around noon, eating in the dining hall in the late afternoon. In the evening, smoking up on the deck with so many of his fellow passengers, because it's not actually that he's antisocial -- just very, very careful.
Careful enough that he takes data, and so some of the newer passengers may or may not be surprised to glimpse him out of the corner of their eyes every now and again. Maybe even writing something down.]
[Spam for Cold and Dark]
[But there's a predictability even in unpredictability, and he does from time to time spend the night in his cabin, if only to keep up the illusion that he does so much more often. It might take a more careful observer a while to figure out when he's likely to return, but the time comes around eventually.
It's late in the evening, but he's been up for the last 36 hours, and he's tired -- and therefore both baffled and a little annoyed to hear a knock on the door right when he's about to lay his head down.]
Man, who is it?
[Edit: Voice to Ricki, post-Tiffany spam]
You know what? I remember a time this place didn't feel like a cross between a day care and a circus.
[Edit: Spam for Luna, post-pairings announcement]
[Omar's been playing the warden shuffle for a while now. At best, it's been ineffective -- the closest thing he's gotten to a decent temporary warden, in Horatio, got ripped away from him halfway through the month. At worst, it's been disastrous. So he's not inclined to pay much mind to the announcement, not anymore. He goes about his day. Let Luna Lovegood come to him, if she likes.]
[Omar is a roamer. As long as he's not forced to stay in his cabin -- in his cell, comfortable as it may be -- he spends very little time there. He's just as likely to sleep in an empty cabin, or even once or twice in the Enclosure. He keeps bizarre hours, and he keeps them largely to himself.
None of this is new. This is how he's been since he got here the first time. Since his last death toll, though, he's become even more erratic in his efforts to stay unpredictable, and the recent spate of unwarranted brutality has him feeling especially restless. He can be chanced upon at all kinds of odd times and places: at the library early in the morning, in the showers and the laundry room around noon, eating in the dining hall in the late afternoon. In the evening, smoking up on the deck with so many of his fellow passengers, because it's not actually that he's antisocial -- just very, very careful.
Careful enough that he takes data, and so some of the newer passengers may or may not be surprised to glimpse him out of the corner of their eyes every now and again. Maybe even writing something down.]
[Spam for Cold and Dark]
[But there's a predictability even in unpredictability, and he does from time to time spend the night in his cabin, if only to keep up the illusion that he does so much more often. It might take a more careful observer a while to figure out when he's likely to return, but the time comes around eventually.
It's late in the evening, but he's been up for the last 36 hours, and he's tired -- and therefore both baffled and a little annoyed to hear a knock on the door right when he's about to lay his head down.]
Man, who is it?
[Edit: Voice to Ricki, post-Tiffany spam]
You know what? I remember a time this place didn't feel like a cross between a day care and a circus.
[Edit: Spam for Luna, post-pairings announcement]
[Omar's been playing the warden shuffle for a while now. At best, it's been ineffective -- the closest thing he's gotten to a decent temporary warden, in Horatio, got ripped away from him halfway through the month. At worst, it's been disastrous. So he's not inclined to pay much mind to the announcement, not anymore. He goes about his day. Let Luna Lovegood come to him, if she likes.]
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For better or worse, on this night, Beyond is making it easy for him. He goes up to the deck to smoke and Omar can just go ahead and follow his usual non-routine-routine and go up there with him. He settles a short distance away, far enough that it wouldn't necessarily seem like he's there for Beyond -- although he turns to openly look at him when the coughing starts, looking amused as he drags on his own cigarette.]
What's that all about, boo?
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Omar, I presume.
[and really, who else would call him boo. beyond gives the other man a sideways glance, making a quick study of his appearance, his posture.]
Did you need something?
spam.
Just wondering what starts a boy on cigarettes at your age.
spam.
It's something to pass the time.
[something that hurts in a new but (somehow, impossibly) familiar way. something that cassel showed him. something that means something.]
I'm old enough.
[not a boy, per se, but certainly childish enough, in some respects.]
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I suppose I had other things with which to pass the time, before. [he inhales, coughs quietly, once, exhales again. he still hasn't had much practice.] When do people typically pick up smoking, Omar?
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[then again, beyond knew boys who were dead by that age. (a boy, at least, dead by his own hand.) perhaps picking up a slower form of suicide didn't make much difference, ultimately.]
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I was already doing unhealthier things by then.
[Really, there's a part of him that's genuinely amazed he made it to 33.]
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Robbery. Assault. Murder.
[he remembers.]
Things like that?
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These are all points of pride for you, yes?
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[he's not actually trolling - he's genuinely curious. beyond committed three murders, but they were merely a means to an end for him, nothing to take particular pride in having done. taking satisfaction in criminal acts is an idea beyond can't quite wrap his head around.]
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Re: spam.
Seemed to be. Still do.
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Accounting, perhaps?
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Simple curiosity, perhaps?
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