010 - Blackberry
May. 16th, 2013 10:27 pm[Filtered to First Floor - Red Team, affected and unaffected alike]
Come with me if you don't want paint on your clothes.
[Filtered to Thomas MacLaine]
Stay right there. I'm coming to rescue you. Don't. Panic.
We're going to go kick some ass.
Come with me if you don't want paint on your clothes.
[Filtered to Thomas MacLaine]
Stay right there. I'm coming to rescue you. Don't. Panic.
We're going to go kick some ass.
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Date: 2013-05-17 04:28 am (UTC)I'm not sure what to say to that.
We are not making knives, Riddick. That's an inmate thing to do. We are Wardens, and we know better, and we will not make knives with which to stab people.
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Date: 2013-05-17 04:31 am (UTC)And you... lack imagination.
[Which is the last thing that's going to come across the comm, because Ned won't see Riddick again until he slips out of a doorway behind him and shoves an unloaded vicious awful knife against Ned's back.
It's a soft poking sensation. It lacks a certain amount of horror. Also, no paint on it, so it's not actually an attack.]
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Date: 2013-05-17 04:32 am (UTC)Is this because I said I wouldn't pet you?
[spam]
Date: 2013-05-17 04:34 am (UTC)It's because you questioned my choice of weapons.
[He waves a paint brush in front of him with all the menace he would usually give to something that actually had any destructive capacity at all.]
Now do you want a paint knife?
[spam]
Date: 2013-05-17 04:35 am (UTC)Yes, please.
...You know, I'm almost definitely sure we call that a 'brush'.
Sort of the. More conventional term.
[spam]
Date: 2013-05-17 04:37 am (UTC)Paint gun.
[And then rolls a brush across his fingers so that he's holding it out to Ned handle first.]
Paint knife.
[spam]
Date: 2013-05-17 04:41 am (UTC)[spam]
Date: 2013-05-17 04:43 am (UTC)Don't question my knives, I get touchy.
[He's actually joking, Ned? He just has a very good poker face.]
[spam]
Date: 2013-05-18 01:16 am (UTC)But it's a brush.
[spam]
Date: 2013-05-18 02:29 am (UTC)And now he's pouting at you, Ned.]
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Date: 2013-05-18 02:50 am (UTC)[spam]
Date: 2013-05-18 04:10 am (UTC)[spam]
Date: 2013-05-19 03:08 am (UTC)That's not fair. You're pouting and I can't handle you looking sad like that!
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Date: 2013-05-19 03:30 am (UTC)Just fucking with you, pie man. Load me up with ammo, we're fine.
[spam]
Date: 2013-05-19 03:35 am (UTC)[But he turns, and brings out a heavy vest loaded with paintballs, placing it up and over Riddick's head]
Let's suit you up.
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Date: 2013-05-19 03:38 am (UTC)[He slides into the vest with a smile and a nod, and reaches out for Ned's shoulder, offering a reassuring squeeze.]
[spam]
Date: 2013-05-19 03:58 am (UTC)You're, um.
You're good to go? Paint knives and all?
Re: [spam]
Date: 2013-05-19 04:43 am (UTC)Yeah. I'm good to go. You ready for this war?
Re: [spam]
Date: 2013-05-19 04:44 am (UTC)You know, it's strange. I was never, um. Much of team..sports player, at school.
Re: [spam]
Date: 2013-05-19 04:49 am (UTC)[He nods, grins, and moves, going for the door. Time to go play.]
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Date: 2013-05-19 05:06 pm (UTC)