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synchronous) wrote2014-01-10 12:12 pm
synchronous) wrote2014-01-10 12:12 pm
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[ For now Dirk is staying holed up in his cabin trying to get his bearings, reading through old entries on his communication device. Most of what he skims is completely meaningless to him, but he gets the basic idea.
Prison ship. Rehabilitation. Ha ha ha, yeah, no. ]
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I'll spare you the "You're a bunch of big meanie kidnappers, I want to go home, woe is me", as I'm sure you've heard it a million times before, but know that the sentiment is there all the same.
I do have a few questions, though.
- Where, exactly, is this ship?
- What constitutes "rehabilitation"?
- Is there some kind of new prisoner FAQ available? Guide to prison life? Anything like that?
That's about it.
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[ Maybe an hour or so after his post, he finally gets his shit together enough to leave his room and look around. Might as well learn everything he can about this place.
He can be found everywhere. Yes, everywhere. Well, everywhere inmates are allowed into. Okay, not other people's cabins. Most places, then. He's just walking around, snooping really, giving off a vibe of aloofness and devil-may-care-ness. ]
Prison ship. Rehabilitation. Ha ha ha, yeah, no. ]
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I'll spare you the "You're a bunch of big meanie kidnappers, I want to go home, woe is me", as I'm sure you've heard it a million times before, but know that the sentiment is there all the same.
I do have a few questions, though.
- Where, exactly, is this ship?
- What constitutes "rehabilitation"?
- Is there some kind of new prisoner FAQ available? Guide to prison life? Anything like that?
That's about it.
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[ Maybe an hour or so after his post, he finally gets his shit together enough to leave his room and look around. Might as well learn everything he can about this place.
He can be found everywhere. Yes, everywhere. Well, everywhere inmates are allowed into. Okay, not other people's cabins. Most places, then. He's just walking around, snooping really, giving off a vibe of aloofness and devil-may-care-ness. ]
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He stares down at the abyss beneath them. ]
I wouldn't put it that way. I'm just developing my sea legs or whatever.
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[A mild and utterly useless correction.]
Dirk, right? I'm Cassel.
[He transfers his cigarette to his left hand and reaches out his right to shake. They're both gloved in heavy, well-treated leather.]
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[ Ah, handshakes. Though he's not used to them, Dirk's not about to show hesitance. He takes Cassel's hand in his own, partially covered by a black motorcycle glove, and shakes briefly. Maybe too briefly. He doesn't really have niceties down. ]
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[At least he's wearing gloves, even if they're weird halfway ones. It's something.]
[He lets go and leans back against the rail, shooting Dirk another friendly grin.]
It's my job to be observant. I don't feel like being gruesomely destroyed this month, so I have to know what's what, you know? Who's PMSing, who just hates everyone all the time, and what the deal is with new people.
Although I guess I haven't died in, like, months, so maybe it's my turn. Which is not an invitation.
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[ Dirk shoves his hands in his pockets and peers out at that weird interdimensional space or whatever it is. ]
Though on a barge full of criminals, I'm not even a little surprised to hear that you're keepin' an eye on that kind of thing. Guess I've got to stay alert around here, too.
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[Deadpan. This has definitely not actually happened to him, nope. Second-time acquaintances, though, yes.]
I hope you're good at keeping people from killing you. Some people just don't come here prepared.
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You could scrape a shiv out of a table leg by rubbing it against the hull.
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[He puts a hand to his chest, the very picture of offense.]
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