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Jason Bourne ([personal profile] brokenweapon) wrote2011-06-13 11:16 am

034. - Video - Just Desserts

[OOC: Co-written with Milbury. Thanks for being awesome! There is also a scoschy bit of time fuckery in here because real talk, nobody can be held hostage on the Barge for two weeks without being found. The ship ain't that big, not like it's Tora Bora or anything.]

[The screen flicks on, and the face of Jason Bourne appears - though anyone would be forgiven for not recognizing him at first, due to the haggard look and the beard that he’s sporting. He’s a right mess, with a healing split lip and bruises all over every place the camera can see, and quite a few more besides.

He speaks, and his voice sounds hoarse and rusty from disuse.] “As of the morning of June 5th, I have not been myself. I was kidnapped and impersonated by my inmate, and held captive in another inmate’s quarters.” [He glances off-camera.] “Come here, David.”


[Sullenly, reluctantly, David walks into view. While not as disheveled as his warden, David’s seen better days himself - his normally straight hair is matted to his head and the shirt he’s wearing is torn at the collar. He’s also got his hands clasped together behind his head - clearly he’s not here of his own volition.

He doesn’t look at the camera. His attention is focused entirely on his warden, and the look he’s eyeing Bourne with is a dangerous one - bitter and resentful. He says nothing.]
“Show them.” [Bourne’s voice is flat and level. His left hand is nearly out of frame, and there’s a gun in it, and it’s pointed directly at his inmate.] “Now.”
[Gritting his teeth and looking away from the camera, David begins to change. Slowly he begins growing, both in height and mass, his lean teenager’s body bulking up into the body of a man fifteen years or so older. It’s a bit like watching aging flash-forwarded, except that David isn’t just growing older. His entire facial structure is changing as he grows - his ear-length blond hair shortens and darkens, while his eyes go from dark brown to steely blue.
When the transformation’s complete, no trace of David can be see in the man he’s become. Now Jason Bourne appears to be holding his twin double at gunpoint.]
[Anyone watching Bourne rather than David would see the anger and hate in his eyes as he watches the transformation. There are two of him now - one whole, perfect, and fake; the other beaten, broken, and the genuine article.]

“Demorph,” [he says, and there’s such bitter loathing in his voice it’s surprising he hasn’t pulled the trigger out of spite.

Looking back at his warden with undisguised hatred, David does as he’s told. Jason Bourne’s form recedes back the way it came, exposing David’s secret for the entire Barge to see.]

“Happy now?” [David asks, and while his sullen bitterness can’t match the utter loathing his warden expressed in that one-word command, his own voice is quivering with anger. His hands are clenched behind his head, and it’s quite clear he would enjoy nothing more than seeing the man he just became torn apart, perhaps by rabid lions.]
[Bourne doesn’t respond to his inmate’s question, but the answer is obviously ‘No’. Though he refuses to take his eyes off of his inmate, it’s clear that he’s addressing the camera:]

“I apologize for anything he’s done while using my form since then. This will not happen again. He will be receiving a punishment that fits his crime.”


[He reaches over with his right hand to turn off the feed, the gun still trained on David, and now it’s clear why he’s using his opposite hand to hold a gun on his inmate. His right thumb is still broken and hasn’t yet been treated, hanging down grotesquely. It can be seen for just a moment before the feed switches off.]

[Private to the Admiral, just after Rathammer commences:]
Please revoke David's morphing ability entirely. When I see fit to restore his powers, keep him from being able to acquire or morph any Barge denizen.
resultofwar: (Working like a boss.)

[Private]

[personal profile] resultofwar 2011-06-14 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[And yet another member of the team who took down your unruly inmate.]

What are you doing with him?

Video.

[identity profile] some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Claire tuts, crosses her arms, and shakes her head in disgust.] No, really, this week just continues to get better and better. [Shrugs irritably.] Whatever, thanks for telling us. You okay?

Video.

[identity profile] brokenweapon.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bourne was expecting a little more compassion from Claire. Whatever, not like he was held up by one of the Saw villains and impersonated for over a week. There's a little dark humor in his voice.] I guarantee you my week's been worse.

[Private.]
No. I'm not.

Did he bother you?

[Private]

[identity profile] brokenweapon.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Teaching him a lesson.

Thank you, by the way.

[Video]

[identity profile] brokenweapon.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
He has an alien technology that lets him absorb the DNA of any living creature he touches. Don't worry, that's not coming back anytime soon.

I'll be fine. Thank you.

[Video]

[identity profile] wichita-kansas.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeesh. I know people aboard have that ability, but I've just never seen it before.

Is he your inmate? What's his name?

[Private]

[identity profile] brokenweapon.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bourne responds after talking to Costigan and dealing with his little rat problem.]

resultofwar: (01.)

[Private]

[personal profile] resultofwar 2011-06-14 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't mention it.

[Video; Private]

[identity profile] brokenweapon.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
That's his problem. He's too cocky. Just because he has that power he lets it go to his head.

Thank you, by the way.

[A pause.]

Nothing life-threatening. Nothing that will even harm him physically. But don't be surprised if you don't see him around for a while.

[Video]

[identity profile] brokenweapon.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. His name's David.

[So Private] I see. xD

[identity profile] brokenweapon.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
The bites hurt, but no way was Bourne about to drop the rat without his hand being chopped up. He's doing his best to be gentle, because he doesn't want to hurt the rat. His inmate wouldn't be able to recover from that injury by morphing - not anymore. And he doesn't want to hurt David. There are easier, less messy ways to break a person than what his inmate had done.

And Bourne was going to show him.

"You did this to yourself, David," he says calmly, looking at the frenzied rat in the cage. "Never forget that. It was you. These are your choices."

He puts something heavy on top of the cage, so David can't try and escape, then goes to clean and bind his new rat bite wounds. They're deep - the little things have sadistic teeth - and he reflects that he probably deserves them for what David is about to go through. But he's been through his own hell, lately.

Time for the (b)rat to get a taste of his own medicine.

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[identity profile] brokenweapon.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Bourne opened the door with his left hand. It had been bitten up by his inmate the rat, but he'd had time to apply antiseptic and gauze since that had happened. The clothes David had shed have been raggedly folded and placed in a drawer.] "Come in. Check the gun, if you want. I haven't fired a shot."

[Private]

[identity profile] terminates.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Unsurprising.]

I have the second.

[That's an invitation.]

[JUST...READING THIS POST]

[identity profile] expectremorse.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
lostundercover: (:|)

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[personal profile] lostundercover 2011-06-14 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Jesus, guy." [Costigan muttered as he entered, closing and locking the door behind him. The inmate accepted the invitation and moved immediately to where the gun was resting, picking it up. First he touched a hand briefly to the barrel to test for heat, then opted to count instead. It took no thought to flick the small lever that released the magazine for him to count ammunition, so the inmate's eyes were on the gun, but his mind was on Bourne.] "What happened and where is he?"

[PROBLEM HOFFMAN? trollface.jpg]

[identity profile] brokenweapon.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)

[Does the "watching you" eye-thing a'la Robert De-Niro in Meet the Parents]

[identity profile] expectremorse.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)

[Private]

[identity profile] brokenweapon.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jack Daniels, if you have it, Slade.]



[And a shave and few wasted minutes of attempted rat-pacifying later, Bourne arrives at his former inmate's door and knocks. He rather misses having Slade as an inmate. They understand each other. Perhaps too well.]

Oh don't worry Hoffums! You'll get yours soon enough. :D

[identity profile] brokenweapon.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)

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[identity profile] brokenweapon.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"He's been punished," [Bourne said, explaining nothing.] "He's in no danger. He's not hurt. Which is more charitable than I should be."

[He went to the other end of the room to check on David.] "He is sleeping, though. Or he looks like he is." [He stared at the white rat in the cage, trying to decide if his inmate was truly worn out from his frenzied attempt at escaping/attacking his warden, or simply faking. The lack of the mental tirade that had been hammering him for several minutes seemed to indicate the former, but as he well knew David was crafty. And as he well knew, rats had excellent hearing.

Nothing sensitive would be discussed in this room until David was released.]
lostundercover: (blow my fuckin head off (the departed))

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[personal profile] lostundercover 2011-06-14 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"He's a fucking inmate, Bourne. Have you lost your mind?" [Costigan asked darkly, voice taking on an aggression he hadn't released in quite some time. The anxiety in him had been building for weeks with no proper outlet and now that he had an excuse, his friend might be receiving the brunt of it.

Then he put the two and two together, realizing the rat was David.] "Fuck.. How long are you planning on keepin' him like that?"

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[identity profile] brokenweapon.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really? An inmate? I wasn't aware," [Bourne said, indicating the healing bruises on his neck with rare sarcasm. It didn't sound right coming from him, especially not in that halfway-bitter tone. Costigan was not the only one with anxiety issues right now. In response to his friend's last question, he picked up a pad of paper with his right hand and awkwardly wrote with his left:]



"That depends," [he said aloud for the benefit of any listening Animorphs.]

[SPAM]

[identity profile] terminates.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's probably somewhere in his collection.

He opens the door after a moment, quirking a brow at his former warden before ushering him inside. He's vaguely ambivalent about being resorted, still, but if nothing else, it's taken the pressure off.

Two glasses and an assortment of bottles are sitting on the table.
]

Help yourself.
lostundercover: (headdesk // ohdude (the departed))

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[personal profile] lostundercover 2011-06-14 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Costigan pressed a few fingers to his eyes in a gesture of anxiety before lifting his hat and running a hand through his hair. He read the paper as he refitted the cap on his head. He got that Bourne had been beat to shit, but Costigan didn't quite see David as having been the one to do it, at least not alone, and he glanced from the paper to Bourne. He understood the code.]

"On?" [He asked, taking the pad to write a response while ensuring it was out of line of sight of the creature. He didn't know shit about rats. Then he returned the pad to Bourne.]

No. That's way too long. This is revenge, not wardening. Keep him like that 4 days if you have to. After that, let him out. I'll fucking watch him if I have to.
Edited 2011-06-14 18:23 (UTC)

[So Private]

[identity profile] sixthanimorph.livejournal.com 2011-06-14 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
< I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'll kill you! >

David throws himself against the bars of the cage, again and again. Maniacally. Madly. He hears Bourne taunt him from above, barely able to see his face. His voice infuriatingly calm, the way it's always been. Did he think he'd actually hurt the freak at all? Bourne wasn't human. He couldn't be. And he was right, this was his fault. He'd been weak. Weak not to kill Bourne the moment he had the chance, the moment he was down. Now he would pay the ultimate price for that weakness.

< No... no... >

David's frenzied screams die down to bitter sobs as he throws himself against the bars until he's too tired to move anymore. Then he just... withdraws. Sinks back into the rat mind, lets it take over. He's too tired to fight it back now.

Maybe too tired to fight it back ever.

The rat's mind is familiar, and that's the worst part. It's like an old friend, welcoming him back. An old friend he wanted to leave and couldn't. And now he'll let it welcome him back, because it's all he has left.

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