152 - Backdated to Last Night

[impure_tale]

Prefect appears to have been taken with the same madness as some of the others. He attacked me in the corridor and is severely injured.

...Some of them neither I nor my dog caused.

I require medical assistance and advise you keep him restrained while in your care.

You may return my manacles when he has come to his senses.

Iago, respond.

Comments

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

...what?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Bring a change of clothes and whatever it is you would like to busy yourself with. Until all of this idiocy has been sorted away, you are staying in my cabin.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

No, I'm not.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I am not giving you a choice. Aside from your own safety, Renate could use some more positive company.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

I'm not going with you. You can force me as you did him. Or kill me.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

As I said, you have no choice in the matter.

Now, I am not going to continue feeding your grasps for attention; there are better ways to get it. You are going to gather your things and come here because I have said that it is with your safety in mind, and you are going to do this because your safety is not negotiable. If you persist in this childishness, you will be doing so under the care of another Warden, not myself.

Is my meaning clear to you?

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

...give me an hour.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Merci. An hour.

[tatty-bye.livejournal.com]

Limber old fart, aren't you?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You know I'm quite sure there's a pile of dung around here somewhere missing its fly.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

Manacles? I didn't get manacles when I came here. Why do you have your own manacles?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Because it goes with the decor.

[bunchasavages.livejournal.com]

Oh, I have got to see your room.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Perhaps at a better time.

Kinda spam. From where he's manacled in your room :c

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

I'm not injured Comrade, I'm dead.

[Prefect has stopped his more obvious escape attempts, and is now just sitting more or less still, where he's chained. He pauses.]

Sorry I attacked you. It wasn't because I wanted to kill you.

[Another pause, then he winces, and drops his head back.]

Specifically.

Kindaspam.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

If you were dead you would be in the infirmary recovering from the deathtoll, Prefect.

Kindaspam.

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

He stabbed me through the heart, Comrade. Come take my pulse, I'm dead.

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

...what on earth did he do, comrade?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

He attempted to strangle me.

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

[long pause. O'Brien's thinking. Hard.]

I don't think he meant it, comrade.

[Now he's really wondering why he didn't die.]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I do not think that he did either, but I do not believe that means the danger is over. Hence the restraints.

[equalsfive.livejournal.com]

...Hm, probably for the best, comrade.

[lazarusrisen.livejournal.com]

He tried to attack me also. Obviously, it failed.