SIXTH ENTRY

[keepsthemsafe]

[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.

Comments

[vainqueurdeluxe]

The sentiment I'm sure was nice...

[Her voice is very tense...]

But I don't know why you would gift something like that.

[keepsthemsafe]

...You don't like it? The hell did ...

Model like you I thought it'd be pretty.

[vainqueurdeluxe]

Pretty? My victor's crown embellished in diamonds.... I love diamonds... but...

The crown? Really Shane?

[keepsthemsafe]

...They gave you a crown? I asked um' to get you something pretty. ...What do you mean Victors Crown?

[vainqueurdeluxe]

He gave me a fucking crown because you didn't specify...

A reminder of home that I didn't need... Reminding me of what I did... Who I am.

[keepsthemsafe]

...What?

...Winning Miss USA that bad?

[vainqueurdeluxe]

I don't have time for this.

[And she's disconnected from the feed, but she's taking the crown with her and going to try and find somewhere she can destroy it....]

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[keepsthemsafe]

[Shane shakes his head and disconnects it. He frowns before shoving his hands in his pockets and leaving his hospital room, walking around the hallways.

He still paces. Sure his limbs are a little slower but he's working a perimeter again.

[permaspam]

[vainqueurdeluxe]

[It doesn't take her long to encounter him... Crown in hand, she narrows her eyes and it takes all she can not to throw the damned thing at him.

She'd made sure every reminder of her Games were hidden in her room.... It was easier to pretend to be normal that way.... This crown? She took a deep breath as the diamonds pressed into her skin and she turned on her heel to walk the other way.]

[keepsthemsafe]

[Shane doesn't stop walking for a few moments. He has a tense look in his shoulders, a deep frown on his face and when he sees her the expression doesn't lift. Hands drop to his sides it's a look she might know, a tribute cornered.

A fellow captive.]

...What.

[vainqueurdeluxe]

[That's not the best look for him to have... Cashmere's trained to prey on that exact weakness. Kill or be killed... Thankfully, that's not her first instinct. Not right now.

She isn't able to turn right away and instead stops to hold up the crown.]

I've left behind everything of my past. Everything. And because you wanted me to have something pretty, which... Don't get me wrong, it's a nice, if not vague, thought.... But now.... No. I can't deal with this right now.

[keepsthemsafe]

[He stares] ...It was that bad? It's a fuckin' .. It's diamonds. It's pretty. What do you care about it?

[vainqueurdeluxe]

I know I might look it, but I'm not that shallow! [Her voice starts to raise and she throws the crown to the ground, slamming her heel down on it.]

Don't talk down to me like that's the only thing that matters. Got it?

[keepsthemsafe]

What the hell's your problem?! It was a gift. I'm sorry that it didn't turn out you don't have to shit on it. [He shakes his head]

[vainqueurdeluxe]

[She takes a few steps forward, not threatening, but so she doesn't have to raise her voice any more.]

Do you know how many people I killed to earn that? [Her voice raises again after admitting that... her eyes wide.] The memories that fucking crown brings back and you expect me to just take it and not be upset by it?!

[keepsthemsafe]

...You killed people?

[He stares] The fuck you kill people for? I thought that was a beauty queen photo or something. Like for a costume.

Are you serious? You actually freakin'...



[He runs a hand over his head] are you fucking with me?

[vainqueurdeluxe]

[Her eyes widened a bit and her index finger raised to point at him.]

Don't... Don't utter a word of this to anyone. I swear.

[A few steps back and she leans down to pick up the crown.]

When shall Dean Jump in?

[keepsthemsafe]

...You're just a girl. Just a kid? I mean honestly?

Anytime!

[vainqueurdeluxe]

You want me to prove it? Are you seriously doubting me right now?

Re: Anytime!

[keepsthemsafe]

[He presses his hands together.] No. No I ain't but I was trying to be nice.

Maybe now would be good?

[vainqueurdeluxe]

Don't even bother... Not right now... I just can't. This... this thing is a symbol of how the Capitol owns me now. Even if you didn't mean it? You can't just NICE yourself out of this.

[She throws it... not necessarily at him, but it clatters on the ground in front of him.]

o hai there did someone order a Dean?

[surfaceshine]

[Dean hears the voices from down the hall, but he's preoccupied with the file in his good hand and doesn't pay much attention to it at first. He doesn't get involved in domestic disputes as a rule unless the fists start flying, and that goes double for the Barge.

Then he realizes that he recognizes the deeper voice, realizes that's an argument brewing, and tucks the file away into his jacket pocket as he glances up and jogs to close the distance. ]

Hey, hey, whoa, everyone take a deep breath. [Dean doesn't know the woman, and he has absolutely no doubt he won't get anywhere now, but he still flips on the easy charm because it usually gets him further than just barking orders. Nonetheless, he intends to shove between them and won't stop until he gets the job done.]

What's going on here?

WEEE

[keepsthemsafe]

[Dean glares at him] step off man, this isn't you man.

[He frowns at her.] This ain't nice. I'm not being nice.

[vainqueurdeluxe]

[Well, fuck. Another person. Cashmere attempts to calm herself down, but it ends up more looking like she's having a panic attack.... She frowns at Dean and shakes her head.]

Nothing... it's nothing... Sorry. I didn't mean to alarm you....

[surfaceshine]

[Dean recognizes an act when he sees one - the woman's apology is the same as his broad, bright grin, and he knows it, but it's a favorable reaction for the time being so he'll take it.

Instead he cocks an eyebrow at Shane, lets the painted-on grin go impish.]

Sure it is. I'm your warden now, so this is all kinds of me.

[His good hand twisted into Shane's sleeve isn't anywhere near as friendly as his tone or the smile he turns on the woman, apparently oblivious to her panicking.]

You didn't, darlin'. You okay, miss...? [Crap, why doesn't he know who this is.]