Slevin Kelevra (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
andyougoleft) wrote2014-01-28 02:52 pm
andyougoleft) wrote2014-01-28 02:52 pm
|: 008. Spam/Video : See Me, Hear Me, But Don't Touch Me :|
[ Spam for Hannibal Lecter ]
[Slevin has been working for several months to get to this day. This is the point of no return, the first domino, the peak of the track before the drop - once he's passed this, once he's pushed this piece, all he can do is commit to the fall and accept where it goes.
Well. Unless he doesn't.
He's taken care to come across as mostly under the radar, or if he accidentally ends up above the wire, harmless. He runs his mouth but he never does anything. In the Barge environment, that has been especially easy to do. Now, though, he checks that the Glock he picked up in Los Angeles is still loaded (it is) and clean (it is), and slides it away into his waistband; a knife, too, tucked into his pocket, also from Los Angeles, his favorite black hoodie - roomie and bulky and chosen precisely for these qualities - settled comfortably over both. He'd have liked to have the glasses, but they were traded away for another point in his favor in this long game. It's all about to pay off, or flop.
He closes the door behind him on his way out of his cabin, and moves for the dining hall to locate his target. He doesn't even hesitate.
Hannibal hasn't been out and about much, but when he does he keeps to a routine that would be difficult enough to process through the breaks unless one were watching for exactly that; Slevin has been. It's simple, when he spots him in the dining hall, to know where he'll be if he's going to be out later tonight. Slevin finishes his own dinner, and then leaves to intercept him in the hallway.
Level 2 is risky - it's busier than the deeper levels, and the infirmary being so near could save Hannibal if Slevin is interrupted - but that's never really bothered him, and it is objectively the emptiest level anyway. It will, regardless, be quick.]
[ Private to Chris D'Amico : Video : Later ]
[Chris has seen Slevin go distant and detached a few times now; this is slightly different, but related. He looks confused as well when he comes on the screen, and he's staring at something out of frame, something on the floor, expectantly; he's in a dark room that is not his. A few moments of stillness, of silence, and then Slevin speaks in a voice matching his expression, still without looking.]
Chris, I.
I think I may have made a mistake.
[ Zero Spam : OPEN ]
[Slevin was expecting to be spending some time in a cell in Zero when he started this. It's a price he's willing to pay, for what he'd expected to gain from it.
Maybe he was right. Maybe he was wrong. It's difficult to tell from where he's settled on the cot in the cell, leaned back against the bars, feet crossed on the bed and arms folded over his chest, sitting quietly in thought. It is, now, a waiting game.]
[Slevin has been working for several months to get to this day. This is the point of no return, the first domino, the peak of the track before the drop - once he's passed this, once he's pushed this piece, all he can do is commit to the fall and accept where it goes.
Well. Unless he doesn't.
He's taken care to come across as mostly under the radar, or if he accidentally ends up above the wire, harmless. He runs his mouth but he never does anything. In the Barge environment, that has been especially easy to do. Now, though, he checks that the Glock he picked up in Los Angeles is still loaded (it is) and clean (it is), and slides it away into his waistband; a knife, too, tucked into his pocket, also from Los Angeles, his favorite black hoodie - roomie and bulky and chosen precisely for these qualities - settled comfortably over both. He'd have liked to have the glasses, but they were traded away for another point in his favor in this long game. It's all about to pay off, or flop.
He closes the door behind him on his way out of his cabin, and moves for the dining hall to locate his target. He doesn't even hesitate.
Hannibal hasn't been out and about much, but when he does he keeps to a routine that would be difficult enough to process through the breaks unless one were watching for exactly that; Slevin has been. It's simple, when he spots him in the dining hall, to know where he'll be if he's going to be out later tonight. Slevin finishes his own dinner, and then leaves to intercept him in the hallway.
Level 2 is risky - it's busier than the deeper levels, and the infirmary being so near could save Hannibal if Slevin is interrupted - but that's never really bothered him, and it is objectively the emptiest level anyway. It will, regardless, be quick.]
[ Private to Chris D'Amico : Video : Later ]
[Chris has seen Slevin go distant and detached a few times now; this is slightly different, but related. He looks confused as well when he comes on the screen, and he's staring at something out of frame, something on the floor, expectantly; he's in a dark room that is not his. A few moments of stillness, of silence, and then Slevin speaks in a voice matching his expression, still without looking.]
Chris, I.
I think I may have made a mistake.
[ Zero Spam : OPEN ]
[Slevin was expecting to be spending some time in a cell in Zero when he started this. It's a price he's willing to pay, for what he'd expected to gain from it.
Maybe he was right. Maybe he was wrong. It's difficult to tell from where he's settled on the cot in the cell, leaned back against the bars, feet crossed on the bed and arms folded over his chest, sitting quietly in thought. It is, now, a waiting game.]
spam
This does not make it to the surface. He rolls his head where he's got it leaned on the bars behind him, and does not otherwise shift positions at all.]
Of course, though I'd have to drop one star for the industrial theme going on in here. They could've done wonders with warmer tones, less repetition.
[Slevin had seen them bring the new guy in, of course, and he had not moved at all; had not let anything show like the relief inherent at the prospect of having someone else to occupy him. It's boring down here. He'd known it would be. That doesn't mean he likes it any better now that he's halfway done with his completely arbitrary sentence.]
In case you hadn't noticed, the wardens get pretty pissed off when you stick one of them. You'd think they'd expect it, with this crowd, but no. Each time is like the first.
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[He pauses and sticks his tongue in his cheek, considering the ceiling. Then, decisively:] Warmer tones and better lighting.
["Stick one of them" is an interesting turn of phrase. Dispassionate, almost too much so. But it's better than abject horror, so Roderick turns to look at Slevin again.]
As far as I can tell, most of the inmates I've met are murderers of some kind. And it's still news? I wish I possessed that kind of capacity for surprise.
spam
[Then he pulls a face, glancing up at the ceiling too, though he can still see Roderick from the corner of his eye. Still see the shape of his expression and how he fidgets, if at all.]
Oh come on. This prison is like any other prison: full of innocent people. It's the system that needs work.
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[That's the first he's heard of people wanting actual work done to the system, rather than just bitching about how much they hate it. Work is one step closer to actual ideas.]
What would you change, then, and how? [The way he phrases it is almost academic, though unconsciously so.]