009. - Voice

[brokenweapon]

[Bourne's voice sounds higher-pitched and a little breathy.]

What the fuck--

Does anyone know if the Admiral passed the cosmic version of Driver's Ed?

God damn it...

[OOC: Hey kids, it's River Tam! (aka Summer Glau aka that Terminator.) So this is terrifying for everyone. Have fun!]

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Spam - hope this is okay.

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

"I need to see Armand," [Bourne said, and it was odd to hear his businesslike, almost brusque tone coming from this petite girl. Right now he could give a damn about hurt feelings. They were warden and inmate; they didn't have to be friends, although that would certainly make his life easier.

He stumbled backwards a little bit with the push, and he had to remind himself that he wasn't quite as strong as he usually was right now. He stood up straight, arms by his sides but not quite relaxed, ready to deal with any trouble.] "As his warden, I have the duty to check up on him if I suspect trouble or harm has come to him, and these circumstances fit the bill. He's stopped voice-posting, claiming someone new was visiting him - after switching to written replies - and you've claimed that he's feeling ill. This story reeks of a cover-up. Either you've hurt him..." [The warden paused. The look on the woman's face, that haughty scowl, was one he'd seen before.] "...or the flood waters caught up to you a little late, Armand."

Re: Spam - Totes fine.

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[Armand's look only darkened further at Jason suggestion that the flood waters had turned him and, before he could help himself:]

The flood waters have not touched me.

[The alto tone was dark and bitter with anger. And as soon as he spoke, the vampire realized his folly. He tried urgently to push Jason more forcefully back through the doorway and to slam his door to be left in peace.]

Spam - Welcome back!

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

[The goading attempt had been successful - more so than Bourne had hoped. He let Armand push him out the doorway and slam the door. Better for the vampire to save face.]

"Come on, I'm in no position to make fun of you," [he said through the door.] "We're in the same boat here."

Re: Spam -Thanks! Sorry for the delay!

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[Armand locked it with a click before pacing back over to his closet and trying find something he could use against his warden. He didn't like being so easily goaded and he certainly wanted some form of revenge against Jason.]

Your puns are not funny.

[Yeah, because that was revenge-worthy right there.]

Spam - Jason wouldn't know a pun if it walked up and bit him. :|

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

"It...what? No, that wasn't a pun."

[He had to bite back a grin, though. Armand was taking it worse than even he had.]

Re: Spam -LOL.

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[Armand moved back over to his bed and pulled the pillows out of his clothing and settled them back on his bed before quietly hanging up his shirt and trousers.]

I suppose you think I am dumb enough to believe you.

[And the vampire didn't think fondly of that idea.]

Spam

[brokenweapon.livejournal.com]

"Armand. I think you're stubborn and impossible sometimes, but I don't think you're stupid." [It was clear that Bourne was trying to smooth the situation over, as well as their relations in general.]

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[Armand busied himself with hanging his things up again before he moved to sit on the edge of his bed, not likely to go open his door again.]

I do not need your assurances, Jason, as I find no need for them. Your words mean nothing to me.