brokenweapon: (Raaaaage // antler_art)
[Guess whose ass just woke up from being mindzonked by the Admiral since before the port? This guy. And he's learned about developments. Like his inmate involuntarily peaceing out. And he is not pleased.

A loud, frustrated, "Goddamnit!" can be heard, and it's clear that his communicator then makes high-speed contact with a wall. It lingers on video for a few seconds before shutting down.]
brokenweapon: (Shocked // iconzicons)
[Private to the Admiral.]

You bastard. You utter bastard.

He was one of the good guys. He had a chance to get out of here the good way, to graduate. He had a chance. Hell, he was better than most of the wardens here. You know, I've never been clear on graduation. How does it work? Whose standards are they held to? Yours? Mine? Do you just pick pairings at random out of a hat or do you actively work to prolong their suffering? And where the hell do they go when we fail? Hell? Nothingness? Another Barge, to start the whole goddamn process over again?

Maybe I could have helped him. Damn you, it would have made more sense than putting me with David. All I did was damage both of us further. I ruined it. I could have helped both of them and I ruined it.

Is this some kind of joke to you?

Fuck you. Just...fuck you.

[Public. Text.]

He's an arbitrary son-of-a-bitch.
brokenweapon: (:| // paperback_icons)
[Warden Filter.]

I'd like to address the concerns raised by Tim Drake in his most recent post. Namely, that I used torture on David as punishment for when he kidnapped and impersonated me for a week. I didn't.

David was not harmed or mistreated, and that can be corroborated by both another warden and another inmate. I was teaching him a lesson about the misuse of his powers; he's been unethical with them in the past. The only way to get through to him was to use a punishment that would stick. I saw no viable alternative, and if one had been available I would have used it.

And I was angry. I'm no saint, but saintliness is not in the job description.

The punishment was harsh; so was what he did. I underestimated how much it would affect him, but I will not apologize for doing my job.

Lynch me for that if you want.
brokenweapon: (Fuck yo' cab! // paperback_icons)
[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.
brokenweapon: ([David] The illest shades // greencat3)
[Who is this young-Matt-Damon-looking motherfucker? Hint: It's Jason. Not yet though, now he is Captain David Webb, U.S. Army. Military Intelligence. So he's just been plucked from Ft. Meade with these totally ill shades. And BDUs. Also he is from about 1997, so he's 27ish. And if you listen hard, you miiiiight be able to catch a Midwestern accent in there. So. Have fun.]

Hey, I'm not in the Navy, and I never asked to join any damned Barge. I'm looking back on all this shit that's supposedly from me - from me in the future - like that makes a fucking lick of sense.

Huh. Looks like I'm a taciturn son of a bitch in my thirties. [Also what the fuck why is everyone calling him Jason in these past entries. Meh. He's MI, he is not unused to the prospect of being undercover.]
brokenweapon: (Glance // iconzicons)
...well, that was entirely stupid.

[Private to David.]
Looks like I'm your new warden. Enjoy the Admiral's sense of humor.

028.

Jan. 9th, 2011 08:57 pm
brokenweapon: (I am disappoint // paperback_icons)
[Private to Claire]
Are you okay?

[Private to the Admiral]
Bring him back.
brokenweapon: (Inconspicuoussss // paperback_icons)
Let's not do that again.

[Private to Claire and Costigan, individually.]
You all right?

[Private to Slade.]
Thanks.
brokenweapon: (But I'll meet you young and free...)
[The video's inadvertently activated - and it's easy to tell by the camera angle. It's pointing halfway up at the ceiling, but Bourne can still be seen, holding a picture frame in his hand and singing almost too quietly to be heard.]

'Words we had said, grew in my head...' )

[He looks at his journal and sees the recording light is on. It's switched off dispassionately, but just before the transmission cuts out, there's the shadow of some sadness on his face.]
brokenweapon: (Jason and Marie // paperback_icons)
[Backdated to the RomCom flood, working stuff out.]

The port had really shaken him up. Bourne had barely slept since being rescued by Slade, because every time he closed his eyes, he heard her. He heard Marie.

And he did not like what he had heard.

He picked the framed photo of himself and Marie up off his desk and looked at it. She had loved him. She wasn't the type to lay blame. She'd known the risks.

But maybe that was just what he was telling himself.

And he was doing this to get her back.
brokenweapon: (The saints can't help me now //greencat3)
[There is strong static, and for once there's something like fear in the assassin's voice.]

This is Jason Bou-- [Loud burst of static.] --uck in a ce-- [Static.] --an't get ou--

[Sustained static for about twenty seconds. Ghosts have come out to fuck with his mind play.] --o, you're not Mar-- [Static.] --t awa-- [Crackle, crackle, low wailing in the background.]

[Loud burst of static.] NO! Oh, God, no, you're not--

[Screeching interference. Then silence.]

(OOC: Bourne's in the West Wing. Y'all have fun now.)
brokenweapon: ([Flood-Bswap] Do not want // greencat3)
Oh, great, is this the flood where we switch genders again? Because that...

[He trails off, recognizing the voice that's now his. A pause for a few moments while he finds a reflective surface.]

...Scheiße.

I...

Marie--!

[He abruptly turns the feed off. Now to spend the next half-hour just staring into a mirror, unable to believe his eyes. And crying a little. Or a lot.]

[Private to the Admiral.]
Just so we're clear, this is not what I meant when I said I wanted her back.
brokenweapon: (In my room // paperback_icons)
Did anyone else get sick lately, or am I just really unlucky? It's probably the second; I wouldn't be surprised. At least I missed out on spontaneously turning into an animal. Maybe my room got a little more flood-proof than it's been before.

How is everybody?

012.

May. 17th, 2010 01:19 am
brokenweapon: (The saints can't help me now //greencat3)
Is it weird to have deja vu of not remembering things? I feel like this has happened to me before. I don't like it.

Whatever, either way, I've got a hell of a headache.

I recommend looking around for our passports. It's a cruise, right? International waters. We've all got to have passports.

I seem to be a very organized person...
brokenweapon: (Looking up // paperback_icons)
[Bourne has his regular voice back and his regular body back and how happy is he about this? So damn happy.]

Oh thank God, it's over. I hate floods.

[Private to Costigan]

I owe you an explanation. And probably a drink.
brokenweapon: ([Flood-Gswap] Dislike // hollow_art)
[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!]
brokenweapon: (Whatchu know bout me? // paperback_icons)
[Warden filter - Bourne sounds a little bit irritated but otherwise fine.]
Does anybody know if the marriages in port were legitimate or not? And if so, would anybody be willing to annul one?

[Private to Costigan.]
How are you feeling?

006.

Feb. 11th, 2010 06:26 pm
brokenweapon: (Jason and Marie // paperback_icons)
It looks like things are beginning to calm down. At least we have a mandatory port coming up, that might release some of the tension for everybody on this ship.

A seasonal port, and it's February. Great.
brokenweapon: (I am disappoint // paperback_icons)
Everyone's killing each other.

No. Inmates are killing each other...

[Private to Costigan.]
Do you know anything about this?

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