doctor_j_crane | [64]

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Since everyone seems to be posting on their feelings lately, I might share some of mine. Firstly, if you're thinking about posting anecdotes about your life, don't bother. No one cares. Your warden already knows whatever you're going to say from your file, so they don't care either. You're wasting everyone's time.

Secondly, no one cares about what you think you know about space, the barge, religion or our place in the world. Thirdly, introducing yourself is pointless. We're all going to be stuck here for months on end, and we'll all inevitable be thrown together in some kind of ridiculously flood. So I'd recommend doing us all a favor and refrain from inflicting your company on the rest of us.

[Pause. Crane's done with his rant.] And Eames left, in case any of you were wondering. He clearly worked out that you'd have to be insane to stay here willingly.

[Private - Arthur]

I need to talk to you. You can probably guess what about.

[Filtered to the infirmary staff]

I either want some Zoloft or Prozac. Now.

[Private - The Admiral]

I just want to know one thing. I just want an answer to one question.

[OCC: So, Crane's in a bit of a terrible mood and lashing out at the barge. It's up to your discretion mods, whether the Admiral replies. c:]

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You are loud. Quit screaming.

I am not screaming. There was only emphasis. Clearly you can no longer determine what's normal human behavior.

[Remus had assured him it wasn't going to stick. He didn't blame Dracula in the slightest (surprisingly) but it was hard to remember what blame was. He had to keep saying it.

But that statement? Hit a little too close to home.]

That's not fucking fair.

Of course it's not fair. Do you know what isn't "fucking" fair? Us being stuck here. None of us are getting out. We're all going to die before we leave, just disappearing into nothing. You're never going to get to see your daughter again, if she's even still alive at all.

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Jonathan. Please.

I can say what I want. And Hoffman needs a dose of reality. It's not like he doesn't deserve it.

Mark has proven to be spontaneous and violent-- he has done so publicly. You're provoking the wrong person.

The worst that he can do is kill me. Put it in perspective, Nygma.

You're suicidal?

What? No. I was just making a point. I'm not exactly in the most positive of places, but I'm not looking for someone to put a gun to my head.

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[There is no response for at least a minute. Then.]

You're disgusting.

You win the disgusting prize. You're no better than an animal.

[First response: Come and find me and say that. Second Response: You might be right. Third response: God-DAMN I bet you taste awful. The third response provokes another quiet period.]

You're probably right. I'm becoming surprisingly comfortable with that.

[That wasn't the response that Crane was expecting, not by a long shot.]

If you're attempting to try reverse psychology on me, it isn't going to work.

Do you want me to try reverse psychology fuck with you?

No, I don't. And honestly, there's no point talking to me. I'm obviously not decent company at the moment.

I hear you've been given vampiric abilities. How are you coping?

...I imagine this is what being on drugs must feel like.

[He twitches] It's a trip though. The senses. Ed. I can smell everything and taste...

Sure I don't know when I'll eat hot wings again or a salad but goddamn. And the power? It-

[The power scares him. It's like the nanomites again. Not that he'll admit it.]

Oh, I can only imagine. [He smiles, sharp and knowing.]

Don't revel in the exhilaration for too long. It'll make coming back down an absolute killer.

If you have a thirst-- and I assume you do-- I can bring blood bags down from the infirmary.

I appreciate it...but -

It's hard enough with my warden here.

I..

The thought of someone else with a heartbeat coming down is just...It's just great.

It's almost a punishment for you to go an entire day with only your warden for company.

Do you suppose he'll leave for supper?

[Hoffman...is starting to get concerned. All these people. All this concern. It feels good. It's wonderful but he doesn't want anyone to get hurt.]

I think he might, even if it's temporary. Besides...it's not like you can't come and visit right?

[After a moment, he switches to video. Pale, unusual eyes, the works.]

Hi.

He didn't say anything that suggests otherwise.

[Eddie leans back, unabashedly looking. He's used to vampires, but the pale skin and florescent eyes are still a sight to behold.]

Hello, Mark.

What do you think of the look?

[Have a fanged grin] It's too bad it's not October.

[His eyes widen and his grin gets wider along with it] Eddie the things I can see. If it weren't for the cripping desire to rip into jugulars I'd be having a ball.

...That does seem like it would come as a problem.

[Ripping jugulars was a little more severe than expected.]

[He decided to change the subject to something a little less morbid:]

Describe your range of vision to me.

[They see me trolling text. If he's too upset feel free to ignore.]

[Crane? Ignore a fight? Never. :D]

[Aww. All the awesomes.]

[:DD.]

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