[SCENE] Redd and Morgue in PIMP SLAP
Morgue: * True to her word, Morgan rises from her seat in front of one of the computers in the prison lab, and strides over to the terminal her cellmate is sitting in front of.* Good sir... *She snatches the cigar away, and dips the business end into her teacup.* Tea is a healthier habit, good sir.
Redd: *Redd is motionless for a minute, just taking in the fact that an old woman like Morgan decided to back up what she said to Redd White and then stands up. Redd starts to give the same grin he gave to Diego when he kicked him in the head in the cafeteria, though Morgan doesn't see it* Yeah? Well...I've got a better one. *Redd turns around and delivers a mighty backhand to Morgan's face with his right hand, filled with rings*
Morgue: *Morgan might possibly have been slapped so hard her grandchildren felt it. Certainly she did; her face is all at once numb and searing with several new diamond-inflicted scratches, and a muscle in her neck burns from the sudden recoil. She takes a step backward.* GUARD!
Redd: You should have listened to me, you stupid old woman. But that runs in your pathetic family, doesn't it? *Redd strikes with his right hand again* Just one thing after another with you trash!
Morgue: *In her mind there is a retort to this, a wealth of vitriol that might make a grown man cry. In her face, however, there is a tingling, stinging numbness, and she doesn't respond.*
Guard: *A beat. The officer minding the computer lab finally has caught on that there is a problem over at terminal 666. He lunges over to Redd and reaches for his shoulder.* Mr White-- hands on your head!
Redd: *Redd is displeased over the interuption..but sighs and lifts his hands over his head as fighting the guard wouldn't bring anything except more guards and punishment, the grin on Redd's face disappears* Well, you seem to be on topified on things, guard.
Guard: *The guard smiles a little, bashfully, at Redd's back.* Thank you, sir. I guess we have to be on Death Row! But you're going back now, sir. I'm sorry, sir.
Redd: All right...I guess I have no abso-posi-lute choice in the matter. *Before Redd turns around to face the guard and door, he mouths the words "This isn't over" to Morgan.* Let's go.
Morgue: *Feeling is coming back to her face, and her eyes alight on Redd's, burning like the fires of hell. No, it is not over, she seems to be saying.*
Guard: *Holding the remarkably complacent felon by the shoulder, the guard guides him out of the room and back down to the block.*
Redd: *Redd is lead right into his cell and when the guard walks away, he frowns* Well, she's just going to have to go. It's like I've been chosen to get rid of these Feys.
Redd: *Redd is motionless for a minute, just taking in the fact that an old woman like Morgan decided to back up what she said to Redd White and then stands up. Redd starts to give the same grin he gave to Diego when he kicked him in the head in the cafeteria, though Morgan doesn't see it* Yeah? Well...I've got a better one. *Redd turns around and delivers a mighty backhand to Morgan's face with his right hand, filled with rings*
Morgue: *Morgan might possibly have been slapped so hard her grandchildren felt it. Certainly she did; her face is all at once numb and searing with several new diamond-inflicted scratches, and a muscle in her neck burns from the sudden recoil. She takes a step backward.* GUARD!
Redd: You should have listened to me, you stupid old woman. But that runs in your pathetic family, doesn't it? *Redd strikes with his right hand again* Just one thing after another with you trash!
Morgue: *In her mind there is a retort to this, a wealth of vitriol that might make a grown man cry. In her face, however, there is a tingling, stinging numbness, and she doesn't respond.*
Guard: *A beat. The officer minding the computer lab finally has caught on that there is a problem over at terminal 666. He lunges over to Redd and reaches for his shoulder.* Mr White-- hands on your head!
Redd: *Redd is displeased over the interuption..but sighs and lifts his hands over his head as fighting the guard wouldn't bring anything except more guards and punishment, the grin on Redd's face disappears* Well, you seem to be on topified on things, guard.
Guard: *The guard smiles a little, bashfully, at Redd's back.* Thank you, sir. I guess we have to be on Death Row! But you're going back now, sir. I'm sorry, sir.
Redd: All right...I guess I have no abso-posi-lute choice in the matter. *Before Redd turns around to face the guard and door, he mouths the words "This isn't over" to Morgan.* Let's go.
Morgue: *Feeling is coming back to her face, and her eyes alight on Redd's, burning like the fires of hell. No, it is not over, she seems to be saying.*
Guard: *Holding the remarkably complacent felon by the shoulder, the guard guides him out of the room and back down to the block.*
Redd: *Redd is lead right into his cell and when the guard walks away, he frowns* Well, she's just going to have to go. It's like I've been chosen to get rid of these Feys.