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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.]
spam.
spam.
[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.]
spam.
spam.
Re: spam.
Seemed to be. Still do.
spam.
spam.
spam.
Accounting, perhaps?
spam.
spam.
spam.
spam.
Simple curiosity, perhaps?
spam.
spam.
[he gives a small shake of his head.]
Is there no other field that might interest you?
Re: spam.
[Omar sighs. This is starting to frustrate.]
'ayo, B, why ain't you ever considered no other life path then, man?
[The provocation slips out easily -- to him it's just one of the many diminutives that get thrown around back in his neighborhood -- but it is deliberate.]
spam.
We've been over this, Omar. My name is Beyond.
[his voice is unnaturally flat, even.]
Not B.
spam.
[Don't dish it out if you can't take it, B.]
Respect breed respect, you feel me?
spam.
[respect has never been a prominent pillar of his interactions - more of a non-issue, compared to other aspects.]
spam.
spam.
[for beyond, questions are mainly a means of gathering information. respect or lack thereof doesn't enter the equation.]
Re: spam.
[Lead by example, then. He flashes a lopsided, somewhat challenging smirk.]
Why you ain't wanna be called B, B? Whole lot easier to remember, for one thing. Make a whole lot more sense to most people than Beyond. Maybe y'all just ain't tried it out on the right crew yet. You sure you ain't wanna try again, man?
spam.
Because it's not my name, Omar.
[B was L's child, in L's House - L's experiment, a cruel lie. an orphan boy, betrayed.
B is better. B will surpass L.
and then he failed. spectacularly. he forfeited his names to L, all but his secret name, beyond birthday; that's how a war between detectives concluded, with the spoils going to the victor, like any war.]
It's inaccurate.
Re: spam.
And what I do is what I do. Anything else is inaccurate.
spam.
Very well. I see your point.
spam.
spam.
Re: spam.
spam.
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spam.