002 - Ripping Out Secrets

[proudsociopath]

So this is a flood? Woop-de-doo, big fuckin' deal!

You people, you weak fucking people, you make it sound like it's the end of the world because you all turned into goddamn kitties and bunnies for a day?

[She holds up a hand puppet of a cat, and her voice goes high and mocking.] "Beware the floods! Oh no, bogeymen! Ooooh!" [Back to her regular

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[amagicalmystery]

Must admit you've got style, cher. You been gettin' under people's skin a long time?

Help me out a little an' define "fucked up" for me, first.

[proudsociopath]

Why, thank you, sir, and I'm proud to say that yes, yes I have.

As for fucked up? Valium or rum: pick your poison.

It look's like this flood's a dud, so I thought I'd liven things up for myself. You got music?

[amagicalmystery]

Ain't heard of the first, but I'm always up for the second - though it pays to stay a drink or two behind the others in the room.

I do if you're a fan of New Orleans jazz.

[proudsociopath]

[A little while later.]

Hey, I just figured out what this flood is, and I'm telling you because you seem alright.

It makes you tell the truth.

You want to come by my room and party this one out, it's Level 3 Room 20. No asking questions, just jazz and drink. [She'd probably get him drunk and then ask questions ANYWAY, though.]

George was never good with loudmouths.

[i_excel]

How old are you?

Lisa doesn't do good with wardens. :|

[proudsociopath]

Not old enough to be boring, ya bitch.

She still doesn't know the nature of the flood

[i_excel]

Yeah, that's gonna keep me up at night.

So how did you wind up here?

Neither does she.

[proudsociopath]

I'm a diagnosed sociopath. If that wasn't enough, I talked a girl into killing herself, stole her money, and then chased Suzie-Q down a tunnel with a hypodermic needle. She was just crying her eyes out. She really thought I was going to kill her. [Laughter, and then:]

[. . .]

The fuck?

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[doctor_j_crane]

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[doctor_j_crane]

There's nothing quite like painfully accurate social commentary. Bravo.

[proudsociopath]

Thank you.

Maybe if enough people got their heads out of their asses and got over their "trauma" from being a motherfucking chinchilla for a week, they'd be able to see it too.

[doctor_j_crane]

To be fair, some of us were almost eaten during that flood.

[Crane pauses. He hadn't meant to say that.]

This one is irritating, but you're quite right, it's hardly traumatic.

[you_run_i_chase]

Yeah, this flood isn't that fucking bad, thank goodness. What's with the cat puppet?

[proudsociopath]

Got it from Claymoore. It used to be Jamie's.

[you_run_i_chase]

Jamie?

[proudsociopath]

My friend.

[She's juuust figured out the nature of this flood.]

So, ready to cough up all your secrets? I'm ze doktor now, mwahahaha. Be very afraid, because soon I will know all your secrets, all about how you vant to sleep vith your fazther. [joking, of course. she doesn't think miss parker really wants to sleep with her father, but after Daisy? Who knows. It's a sick world out there, and therapists love to hear all about it.]

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[darknessb4me]

Mn. In context, no, and because I can't.

[So he has to answer. He will answer the bare minimum ever >|]

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[proudsociopath]

Why's that?

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[darknessb4me]

I'm dead.

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[proudsociopath]

Well, we're all dead, sweetie. That is how we got here, isn't it?