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♻ 001 | video/spam

[It's Christmas, Barge residents. And as it happens, one of your new arrivals is a Christmas angel.

Well, okay, she's just dressed up as one. Interestingly enough, it was Christmas on her world too, and she just got done performing in a Christmas pageant: she's wearing a white costume robe, and has a tinsel crown on her head. The front of her robe is bloody and dirty, and torn in a few places-- and given how beat-up and damaged her face looks, it's probably safe to assume that at least some of that blood is hers.

Currently she's wandering into to common area on level 6, a bit unsteady on her feet. She's also filming herself, because she found a fancy phone so why the hell not. Soon enough she stops walking and poses dramatically, arms held wide.]

Be not afraid-- for behold, I bring good tidings of... of, uh...

[And then she collapses. So yeah, that's a thing that's happening.]

[OOC: Permissions post for this character!]

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Like a park.

Kind of like a park. Yeah.

Ain't got a very nice name, though.

That's true. It's just another word for cage. In some ways any prison's a prison.

Edited (wording) 2014-12-31 23:41 (UTC)

I know what it means.

And I ain't really complaining, am I?

No, you're not. Why's that?

Edited 2014-12-31 23:48 (UTC)

'Cause this place might be better than my old one.

What was your old one like?

Minimum security. What's this one?

Well, nobody's ever escaped. Not successfully. So I guess you could say maximum security if you wanted to. But I've been to max and there's not much superficial resemblance.

You got transferred like this, too? Without knowing it first?

No, ma'am. When I say I've been I mean I visited. I had a friend on death row. But I did show up here without any warning. [A pause, then, a touch less conversationally, more gravely, more gently--] After I died.

You died and got brought back to life?

I think the jury's still out on that. But I sure don't feel dead.

Yeah, they-- they can do that. My auntie has a half-sister who died on the operating table, but they brought her back.

Well, I got shot about twenty times, so it'd have to be some kind of miracle.

My brother-- he went to high school with a guy who got accidentally shot in the head, and he lived.

Do you honestly believe that? That I survived?

I look like a doctor to you?

You look like someone who doesn't want to be dead.

'Course not, but we're not talking about me.

[Right????]

Whatever you say.

[Girl, he is totally talking at least partially about you.]

... Stop trying to confuse me; I am concussed.

[She has no idea whether or not she actually is.]

I thought you weren't a doctor.

[But he puts his hands up, a gesture of peace.]

What happened to you anyway? [Since she didn't die. And all that.]

I was bringing down holy justice.

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