Post by Nathan VanAlystir on Nov 26, 2005 20:26:29 GMT
Nate mumbled absently to himself as he moved on ahead of Eric. Anything he'd want to talk about. "Yeah we can talk about the weather.." From now on he's never even thinking about hitting on jail bait. Right, like he really has to worry about that, though. His gaze turned toward the ceiling thoughtfully while they walked. They can't even get on with the execution, he wouldn't mind that so much. Even if it wasn't his preferred death.
He glanced over his shoulder at Eric. "Are you sure you can't just shoot me now? As a mercy-type thing? I know of a guy who can set you up with good drugs. Just say I sent you and bring a lamp." That ended with a little snicker as he trailed his gaze off again. It's a joke, son. Like bribing a panther with a celery stick.
At any rate, he was seriously considering the idea of pissing someone off with a trigger-happy finger. It would decrease the chance he'd accidentally slip up and say something about Maxie at any rate, the sooner he's dead. And it would save rotting away in a little bitty room while waiting for that death anyway. Just as soon as he had that thought, he wondered what the hell kind of food they served. He -was- kind of hungry.. It was something like a paradox.. Being in prison but the room is cleaner than his own had been when he moved in. Added to that, the company is infinitely less of a pain than Kaida. And if the food is good.. Hell it's like a resort. With tacky clothes. Still prison, though. High surveillance, too-sterile, no freedom.. Nate shivered a little. Best to think about the nicer aspects. "Will I get a pool boy?"
He glanced over his shoulder at Eric. "Are you sure you can't just shoot me now? As a mercy-type thing? I know of a guy who can set you up with good drugs. Just say I sent you and bring a lamp." That ended with a little snicker as he trailed his gaze off again. It's a joke, son. Like bribing a panther with a celery stick.
At any rate, he was seriously considering the idea of pissing someone off with a trigger-happy finger. It would decrease the chance he'd accidentally slip up and say something about Maxie at any rate, the sooner he's dead. And it would save rotting away in a little bitty room while waiting for that death anyway. Just as soon as he had that thought, he wondered what the hell kind of food they served. He -was- kind of hungry.. It was something like a paradox.. Being in prison but the room is cleaner than his own had been when he moved in. Added to that, the company is infinitely less of a pain than Kaida. And if the food is good.. Hell it's like a resort. With tacky clothes. Still prison, though. High surveillance, too-sterile, no freedom.. Nate shivered a little. Best to think about the nicer aspects. "Will I get a pool boy?"