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Nov. 2nd, 2012 09:05 pm
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When the fire, when the fire is surrounding you
And the sacred stars have been guiding you
I found blood, I found blood on my name

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How's my Shane? what do you like, what do you hate? Leave comments here.
keepsthemsafe: (hurt)
[Here is Shane on video, looking a little uncomfortable. No. More then a little uncomfortable.]

Thanks for the gifts uh..Dracula and others.

Hope you liked yours. [Namely that he wanted everyone to get a correctional handbook and all wardens to get a badge.]

Dean Winchester?

Think you and I oughta have a sit-down.
keepsthemsafe: (now hold on.)
[So Shane died minding his own business - but at least - you know, he feels better. He feels on much more even footing and a much more even keel.

This place is not safe, the wardens were right.

That's fine. Go on the offensive. That's just what you do in these circumstances and while he finds himself sorry about that...and that's what hurts the most okay. So it's not just the barge. It's the inmates. It's everyone here.

He's on his own.

That's good. It's better that he's on his own and it's better that nobody gives a shit since these groups, it's like the worst kind of high school except he was popular in high school.

So that's a change but that's fine. It just means that he needs to stock up on weaponry and what does he do best. Survive. Without Lori and Carl to worry about - to care about. This is going to be easier then he thought.

That's fine. That's more then fine. And that is what he tries to reassure himself of when he wakes and faces the barge again.

He's much more lucid then he wants to be, but from what he's been hearing over the network wardens...as far as doing anything about this aren't going to. The system is flawed. That's what batman said and batman is batman. Therefore he's always right.

Time to play stupid.]


So that's death

ok.

How soon does the pain stop and when it stops I would like to do something useful with myself pls.

Can only assume reason that reason I was attacked is because too much free time. firm believer tahts a mistake. Pacin around and shit not helpin anyone.

Once feelin better would like 2 work pls and consider workin'. Am good with hands and food.


[Action - spam]

[When that's done he settles back and sits - staring at the ceiling. He hates hospitals. That's why he hates his room and walks, until exhausted so he doesn't have to think about it.

Being here and being awake and unable to talk or wanting to eat all he wants to do is sleep. And he can't.

Better to plan. He can plan, get something to use as a weapon - lord knows he has experience with weapons on the fly and if one of these people let him do that then he can get the lay of the land and even IF this is typical prison fare and they do things like lock up the silverware or the tools maybe - just maybe he can get someone who trusts him to let him into their room and from there it's fucking cake.]
keepsthemsafe: (amused)
[Someone, is wearing a Christmas Sweater, a winter jacket, and the biggest grin on his face.]

Merry Christmas y'all! I respect all secular choices, religions and I'm sure that in space if y'go out far and fast enough you're gonna turn Jesus and Mary and all the other things inta flim-flam and whosis but it's Christmas. I ain't about that, and I ain't goin' into that. Christmas ain' been about the religious aspect for me since I was able t'get out of Pastor Bryan's Christmas plays where I somehow was always cast as either the donkey Or wiseman number three but the name kinda stuck. Y'can debate it with me til the cows come home but I ain't changin' my mind on this. Santa doesn' come on a Holiday, he comes on Christmas.

Since I don' haveta spend the holidays bein' terrified outta my goddamn mind or sittin' in a donkey suit that smells like farts I'm anxious to throw my hat inta the ring for celebrations and I don' know any better way t'do that then Christmas Dinner or at least a celebratory dinner but I ain't talkin' about your momma's turkey and I ain't talkin' about your daddy's golden farms ham. [He shakes his head] Oh no. No no.

See my ma, god rest her soul, cooked. She was a damn fine diner cook and she insisted upon passin' her skills down to her only son and while I chose the law for profession there're some things you jus' don't forget and one of these things is how to craft an excellent meal. I happen t'have a number of fantastic things in mind that I would like t'share and prepare in the holiday spirit. Now I fully understand that as an inmate on his fine vessel, supervision is required and I will submit t'that with good grace and humor in the name of sharin' the bounty of the season with my fellow man.

[Serious face] And woman! and woman.

What other traditions we got goin' on? Who's throwin' the holiday party and startin' up a secret Santa?

[OOC: possible, POSSIBLE mention of Barbeque and Fire in comments as well as cooking. Proceed with caution]
keepsthemsafe: (What? what?)
[Post This Shane is sitting in a common room. Serious.

It's worth noting that he's wearing a uniform. A sheriff uniform. He went out and got drunk see, so he's trying to just figure things out. Those of you who might pass by, if you're in the neighborhood will note he reeks of alcohol.]


How many of you are actual law enforcement professionals, former, retired, here for rehabilitation or whatever. No disrespect t'anybody who's workin' outside the law for justice. Lord knows I earned my stripes on a wing and a prayer but...

[Megamind got to him.

He never thought he'd actually be doing this. It feels so weird. He'd left this, the idea of law and order behind but oh god he needs normalacy, he needs people that aren't blue with giant heads that think he's an animal. Ever seen the Matrix where Neo realizes just how screwed he is and he throws up? Shane is close to that.]


I'm curious.


And t'those of you not here for rehabilitation who happen to hold these particular credentials and are...wardens... I would like to speak with you. Privately.


[Private, triple locked to Batman.]


...Bruce Wayne? Billionare Bruce Wayne? [It's a shot in the dark]

[and then he continues]
keepsthemsafe: (now hold on.)
[Shane, it's safe to say...has been absent. There's not enough soap in the world, and of course he's not going to go get help. This isn't the CDC, nobody wants to kill him but Oh dear god this place might be worse then the CDC.

And what's worse is Lori. He knew she was there, he felt her. He felt her. And how that ended...]


So much for safety am I right? Is this a regular thing? A driver that takes people up to hotels that like to fuck with your head?

I understand that in order for one of the inmates to make demands they require a warden to ask for items. Am I right about that?

I want to speak with one of them.


[Via text. Nobody is getting video. There's a reason for this.]

[INMATE SHOWER SPAM]

[It's a safe bet to say that Shane hasn't moved from the shower since that happened. There's not enough soap or hot water. He alternates between sitting underneath the scalding hot water, drying off, standing outside and then...heading back in and drowning himself in steaming hot water and soap.

Nothing to be done, or so he figures. It's almost out of his system, he hopes. He's almost forgotten it. You can catch him either in the shower trying to drown himself or outside trying to resist the urge to walk back in with a grim and haggard expression on himself.]
keepsthemsafe: (um.)
[There is silence on the feed for the longest time, then snow static. Anyone who might be watching their feed will be watching it dissolve into almost painfully loud crackles and pops of snow - then the interference of White Noise.]


Cut for Descriptions of Gore, zombies, and gross. )

[An hour later, maybe two, maybe three (who can tell with time when you're on Vacation?) There's a second text from Shane sent to everyone.]

You're all pretty much dead anyway

[The hotel and his dead girlfriend-who-was-also-his-best-friend's-wife said so.]
keepsthemsafe: (serious)
[Barge, here is Shane. Sitting in zero wearing his shirt, left open, rubbing his head looking contrite. When he speaks, it's in a southern drawl with an edge to it, he hasn't had to soften his words in a long time.]

Hello to space ship rehab, home of zombies [Yes the word is mis-pronounced], bad ass blonde ladies who want to be cops apparently and...safety.

[This is so weird, Shane folds his hands in front of him.] My name is Shane Walsh, broadcastin' from...the hole. Or at least your equivalent of the hole because I made a little bit of a mistake an' attacked a guy when I arrived. In my defense, I thought he was a walker - no excuse me a zoombie simply because...

[zoombies are everywhere].

I'm given to understand however that this place has no walkers that are ready to attack, no rovin' bands of people lookin' to harm what's yours, and there's no demented CDC doctor waitin' til this place counts the fuck down before filling the air with some kind of anti-disease measure that will literally burn us all alive. Is this correct?

If I'm wrong about any of these things, I would appreciate a head's up or some kind of warning. Either way, I wish to issue an apology to the guy who I beat. [He sounds sincere.] You don't know me and I don't know you, and it ain't fair for a man to take advantage of another in a moment of weakness so...I apologize for harmin' you. Think of it like spookin' a horse, 'cept this horse shoulda known better.

[Yep. He nods. He can be a big man about this.]

So I'm honestly curious. Is there actually no-strings attached alcohol and food here along with hot water?
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