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Okay! So everyone's getting a bit twitchy over this whole 'we're trapped on a boat with a bunch of starving vampires' thing. I get it. We all look like meals on wheels to you bloodsuckers right now, but just remember that people are friends not food. Repeat it to yourself. Cross-stitch it onto a pillow. I bet some of you guys could use the distraction right now. Go ahead. Cross-stitch away. It's a great hobby.
And, for the record, drinking angel blood is like drinking Drain-o. So don't try it... Unless you want to be hungry and convulsing on the floor with killer indigestion. Hah! See what I did there? 'Cause it... Never mind.
[Private to Max, added later.]
I'm coming over. I need to talk to you. And you don't get to say no.
And, for the record, drinking angel blood is like drinking Drain-o. So don't try it... Unless you want to be hungry and convulsing on the floor with killer indigestion. Hah! See what I did there? 'Cause it... Never mind.
[Private to Max, added later.]
I'm coming over. I need to talk to you. And you don't get to say no.
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Date: 2010-03-23 10:57 pm (UTC)Well, I spend a lot of time in my room, just... Making commentary on the mass hysteria that surrounds me. Not a lot of time to just wander aimlessly about in the wide world of faux outdoors.
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Date: 2010-03-23 11:04 pm (UTC)And you say I should get out more. [Because directing attention away from her problem makes everything better.]
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Date: 2010-03-23 11:07 pm (UTC)[Gabriel stopped in front of the door to the CES and waved Ruby inside.] Your open air paradise, whatever it may be, awaits.
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Date: 2010-03-23 11:19 pm (UTC)The scene was...well, green. Wide stretches of green and a tree or bush here and there. Hasn't St. Patrick's Day past already? It must've thrown up before it left.]
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Date: 2010-03-23 11:47 pm (UTC)Anyway. They're walking. And talking. But not singing.] How's that inmate of yours? What's her name?
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Date: 2010-03-24 12:03 am (UTC)[LIES. SHE IS CURRENTLY UP TO MISCHIEF WITH BELA TALBOT AND HE KNOWS NOOOOTHING. Gabe= total failure as a Warden.]
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Date: 2010-03-24 12:10 am (UTC)Let's hope you think better with your inmate than you do with secret birthday sex I never got. Unless you count the hooker. Are we counting the hooker?
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Date: 2010-03-24 12:18 am (UTC)[IT'S NOT HIS FAULT HE HAD TO GO AND GET ALL GAGA OVER MAX. Freakin' catgirls and their freakin'.... Stuffness.]
Irene and I have a close, personal relationship. I pretend she doesn't exist and she doesn't do anything to piss me off and somehow she learns a lesson. I'm sure I could write books on this school of Wardening.
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Date: 2010-03-24 12:54 am (UTC)She shrugged a little.] Not how I'd do it, but as long as it works.
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Date: 2010-03-24 08:38 pm (UTC)[And sometimes very, very lonely.]
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