[ boothill, hatless, is right up in his cell in the security room. he's kicked the bed in half and trashed whatever was on it. his knuckles have been beat up and scratched where they've fruitlessly punched at the walls, the iron sharp and frayed and broken, exposing the shadows and some wires underneath.
he's standing in the middle of the room, facing the broken bits of the bed. his head whips to whoever's walked in on him, his eye still glowing, sharp teeth bared in a scowl.
it's this kid. boothill turns and walks up right to the bars. ]
I ain't forkin' tellin' you fudge, ya little varmint.
[ oh he wants SO BAD to make fun of his swearing. he wants to do it sooooooo bad he almost has to physically restrain himself from it. but he manages. ]
...do you actually want to pass this so-called "audit"? Because this is, unfortunately, a team effort. And this is your last chance to tell us anything that might give us a leg up, you know.
[ voided! just know that boothill is wrapped on on his right side, and he has a big bandage on the side of his head. he's probably sitting down and holding his head. ]
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w0, monday
w0, saturday
So. Was all that just good acting, before the results came out? Or did you really forget?
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he's standing in the middle of the room, facing the broken bits of the bed. his head whips to whoever's walked in on him, his eye still glowing, sharp teeth bared in a scowl.
it's this kid. boothill turns and walks up right to the bars. ]
I ain't forkin' tellin' you fudge, ya little varmint.
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...do you actually want to pass this so-called "audit"? Because this is, unfortunately, a team effort. And this is your last chance to tell us anything that might give us a leg up, you know.
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Bite me, you 'lil forker. [ he's practically growling. ] I got nothin' to say to you unless you're gettin' me outta this cell.
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I'll let you out if you manage to say fuck. Even just the once.
w6, thursday
...so how did you make it back to the living side? I thought you guys all lost your tickets.
[ yeah he literally opens with that. sorry he's rude ]
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Tickets? For what?
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[ did he, and by he i mean i, misremember what the graveyard return situation is
also,
why does a robot need bandages...? ]
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[ answers this even if it's thoughtshare ]
I don't remember gettin' no ticket... But maybe I did.
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So you got here by...stumbling through the wrong door after a Thursday field trip, then?