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037. - Video. - Jackal! Jackal! Jackal! It's a jackal! Jackaaal!

[OOC: LJ is not letting me upload icons, but Bourne is now a black-backed jackal! I won't be responding to flood comments until I can upload icons but I wanted to get this out there. He can be understood by other animals, but not unaffected people.]

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[A black-backed jackal does its level best to lineface at the camera. It's dripping wet - looks like the flood hit someone in the shower.

While Bourne may be sopping wet, his tone is dry:] This is not my fault.

[Private to Claire, Costigan, and David, individually]
Are you all right?

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Look, it's not my fault! It's one of these stupid floods! Didn't you feel the boat shake? [He shakes himself out in an irritated fashion, sending water everywhere.] It was all I could do to turn the damn shower off with these things!

[Yep. Annoyed jackal is annoyed.]

Once I figured out what this was, I was hoping that it missed you.

< Don't lie to me! > [He takes a step back from the communicator automatically.] < If you didn't do this, your buddy the Admiral did. You're no different than he is! >

[Sorry, Bourne, he's not in a mood to be very logical.]

[Here, have a nonplussed, linefacing jackal. This icon's gonna see quite a bit of use, isn't it?]

What? The only thing the Admiral has to do with this is that he's a shitty driver.

[How can he lineface even as a dog? David is baffled. But panic overcomes bafflement.]

< You think I'm dumb enough to believe that?! You think I don't know he did this on purpose for you?! >

[Bourne resists the urge to slam his head against the nearby wall.]

Are you honestly that self-centered that you think I could somehow convince the Admiral to cause a very specific flood just because I want to fuck with you?! Even if I could, this probably would have been one of those stupid floods where everybody swaps gender or turns into a kid! Let go of your fear of me and think for one fucking second!

[Exasperated, he starts to scratch at the floor before realizing that's a dumb idea.]

[David recoils at that scratching. He can't help it. It's the rat instinct, not his.]

< I am thinking! I'm thinking about how you did this to me before! About what I saw! I know about what's been going on with you and Tim! And now this happens? I'm not an idiot! >

[His naked rat tail whips back and forth agitatedly.]

[The jackal lays down, abruptly, ears pulled back. When Bourne speaks again, his voice is resigned.]

I should have figured you'd get wind of that. [mutter] I was right, he doesn't know what 'keeping something in confidence' means...

Nonetheless. I may be an asshole, but I'm not going to do that again. And if I wanted to punish Tim, I would have punished Tim. I wouldn't punish you for something he did. This isn't my fault, or your fault, or his fault.

[There's a sudden, angry heat in David's voice. For a moment, just a moment, he forgets his fear.]

< You stay the fuck away from Tim. He was just trying to be a decent human being. Something you wouldn't know anything about. >

[He doesn't care if his words might hurt. As far as he's concerned, Bourne can't be hurt.]

I'm not going to touch him, [the jackal snaps, ears still back. Still, ouch, a bit.] I'm saying if. In the hypothetical. Doesn't mean I will, or even would.

[There's a beat.]

...I guess now you know why what you did pissed me off so much, huh?

< Yeah, and you told them you wouldn't do this to me again either. Shows how much your word is worth. >

[He doesn't care if he's not being rational. It's not like Bourne's sorry he's like this.]

< And you're bringing that up now? Oh, boo fucking hoo! Guess just choking me half to death wasn't enough payback, huh? >

[A low, rumbling growl escapes from the jackal, and he snaps his jaw angrily, as if dispatching this rat before him.] No, it fucking well wasn't. You don't know what you did, [he says, and begins scratching at the floor again.] And how many times do I have to tell you I didn't do this until it sticks?

[He's beginning to score some marks in the wood with his methodical digging.] When this is over, you and me, we're going to have a talk. You're going to hear a story. And maybe then you'll realize why what you did was the worst possible thing you could do to me. [And the growl still hasn't let up. Maybe being this predator's getting to him.]

[The rat flinches at that continuous growl, inching away before David can seize control of its instincts and it just makes him hate Bourne all the more.] < No we're not. You can tell your story to someone who cares. Someone like Claire. >

< See, you didn't ask for my story. It doesn't matter to you - what's it you always say, something like "your situation sucked, but you were still wrong?" You don't give a shit about anything except what I did, so I don't give a shit about anything except what you did. Save your story. It wouldn't change anything. >

Fine, [the jackal snaps, and keeps scratching. It's something to do with his paws, gives him something to concentrate on.

David's going to hear this story sometime. Whether he wants to or not.]

< I wish you'd just go and die. > [He murmurs it so quietly it's not clear he even meant for Bourne to hear him.

But he can still hear the jackal scrabbling out there, so he hunkers in the corner and waits. Maybe if he's lucky something bigger will come along and eat the asshole.]

[No such luck on either front. If Bourne hears, he doesn't react, but continues to scratch methodically. It's helping to focus him.

Why hasn't the Admiral split them up? Or why hasn't David requested a transfer? They could get on with each other's lives and stay out of each other's way. Hell, Bourne might even get an inmate who isn't such a brat.

Then he remembers what the Ellimist showed him, and stops scratching, just for a minute.

David's his responsibility now.]

[Is he gone? David holds his breath, waiting to see if the scratching resumes. He can't see under his door, so no peeking for him. Hesitantly, he starts to crawl out of the corner.

He's communicator's still on the floor. Maybe he can use it. Make a post of his own. Call for help, maybe. Someone who can get him out of here. He can't well stay in this room for however long the flood lasts.]

[The scratching does not resume, but Bourne is still there. He's thinking - quietly.]

[David breathes easy for what feels like the first time since he woke up this morning. Maybe Bourne really did just wander off and give up. He can be heard scrabbling on the floor as he makes his way over to his communicator and begins typing at the keys, putting up his own post (http://sixthanimorph.livejournal.com/5894.html).]

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037. - Video. - Jackal! Jackal! Jackal! It's a jackal! Jackaaal!

Private - LJ is so meeeean

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