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rank1) wrote in returnjourneylogs2022-01-28 08:58 pm
#2
Passengers: Travis Touchdown and YOU!
Location: The Mess Hall
Date: 1/26
Summary: Someone was a naughty boy :(
Warnings: Swearing, etc.
Travis Touchdown spends six hours shackled to a mess hall table. It's his own fault, really. He didn't have to punch Rhys. He didn't have to shitstir, or 1v1 a warden. He also didn't have to double down on any of it.
But he did.
1. Noisy Asshole
So here's Travis, handcuffed to a table leg and pulling at the manacle like a rabid dog, shouting fuckhead this and fucking bastard that, with little detours into you don’t even know who I am and you think this is a game to me? I’m dead fucking serious bro!
If it was on Twitter, it'd go viral. If Travis had a communicator, he'd be broadcasting it himself.
2. Clever Asshole
After yelling like an asshole gets him hoarse, he settles on trying to get himself out by more mechanical means: lock picking. He doesn’t have a lock pick. It wouldn't necessarily help anyway, considering the make of these things, but it’s a good way to kill five minutes. If he pores over long enough, maybe he'll find a weakness. When that fails, another five minutes get wasted on trying to will himself into being double jointed, but try as he might, his hand doesn’t fit through. He considers gnawing his thumb off, and at one point experimentally tests the meat of the crux of his thumb with his teeth. Hey, if that cave spelunker guy could be trapped for over a hundred hours and still have the nuts to saw off his own arm, what’s a mere thumb to a sane guy? But he ultimately decides against it: he needs that thumb to grip things, man.
"Maybe this is why that fuckhead has a robot arm," Travis says to himself, making no effort to keep his voice down. "He cut it off to get out of being shackled to a table like a goddamn dog!"
3. Artistic Asshole
When his throat feels a little less like he’s been choking down chicken bones, he entertains himself by rapping. It’s an original poem about how wardens are shit. It’s not very good but he doesn’t care. It’s his art and if you don’t like it, you try writing your own and see how well you do.
4. Hungry Asshole :(
“I’m so fucking bored,” he announces to whoever comes by. “And hungry!”
Being within fifty feet of a food dispenser is worse torture than being a public display. What can he say, he’s used to looking cool in public, and he's lost track of how long he's been trapped here. Probably days. (It's been four hours.) This is the only time his resting bitch face relaxes into something vaguely woe is me — a mid thirties man with an empty stomach is little more than a baby.
5. Free Asshole
(Not that way, perverts, what do you think this is, Duplicity? Unless... ;) )
The spirit is strong, but the body is tired. Travis, sat on the floor and leaning against the table leg, his own legs stretched out wide. His shoulders sag, and his manacled wrist is an ugly purple. Don’t feel too bad: he chose to yank and yank and yank at the cuff instead of patiently leaving it be.
“This is only strengthening my resolve, you know!" he protests. "You gotta let me go!”
Very impressive pitch from a man minutes away from simply laying on the floor.
Location: The Mess Hall
Date: 1/26
Summary: Someone was a naughty boy :(
Warnings: Swearing, etc.
Travis Touchdown spends six hours shackled to a mess hall table. It's his own fault, really. He didn't have to punch Rhys. He didn't have to shitstir, or 1v1 a warden. He also didn't have to double down on any of it.
But he did.
1. Noisy Asshole
So here's Travis, handcuffed to a table leg and pulling at the manacle like a rabid dog, shouting fuckhead this and fucking bastard that, with little detours into you don’t even know who I am and you think this is a game to me? I’m dead fucking serious bro!
If it was on Twitter, it'd go viral. If Travis had a communicator, he'd be broadcasting it himself.
2. Clever Asshole
After yelling like an asshole gets him hoarse, he settles on trying to get himself out by more mechanical means: lock picking. He doesn’t have a lock pick. It wouldn't necessarily help anyway, considering the make of these things, but it’s a good way to kill five minutes. If he pores over long enough, maybe he'll find a weakness. When that fails, another five minutes get wasted on trying to will himself into being double jointed, but try as he might, his hand doesn’t fit through. He considers gnawing his thumb off, and at one point experimentally tests the meat of the crux of his thumb with his teeth. Hey, if that cave spelunker guy could be trapped for over a hundred hours and still have the nuts to saw off his own arm, what’s a mere thumb to a sane guy? But he ultimately decides against it: he needs that thumb to grip things, man.
"Maybe this is why that fuckhead has a robot arm," Travis says to himself, making no effort to keep his voice down. "He cut it off to get out of being shackled to a table like a goddamn dog!"
3. Artistic Asshole
When his throat feels a little less like he’s been choking down chicken bones, he entertains himself by rapping. It’s an original poem about how wardens are shit. It’s not very good but he doesn’t care. It’s his art and if you don’t like it, you try writing your own and see how well you do.
4. Hungry Asshole :(
“I’m so fucking bored,” he announces to whoever comes by. “And hungry!”
Being within fifty feet of a food dispenser is worse torture than being a public display. What can he say, he’s used to looking cool in public, and he's lost track of how long he's been trapped here. Probably days. (It's been four hours.) This is the only time his resting bitch face relaxes into something vaguely woe is me — a mid thirties man with an empty stomach is little more than a baby.
5. Free Asshole
(Not that way, perverts, what do you think this is, Duplicity? Unless... ;) )
The spirit is strong, but the body is tired. Travis, sat on the floor and leaning against the table leg, his own legs stretched out wide. His shoulders sag, and his manacled wrist is an ugly purple. Don’t feel too bad: he chose to yank and yank and yank at the cuff instead of patiently leaving it be.
“This is only strengthening my resolve, you know!" he protests. "You gotta let me go!”
Very impressive pitch from a man minutes away from simply laying on the floor.
4
He'd come in to get something to eat and scuttle back to his room with it, but stops when he sees a guy literally cuffed to a table. Must be a new guy, since it wasn't someone he'd seen around the dorms yet.
Theo stands a few feet back from Travis, near the doorway.]
What the hell'd you do.
[He nods a chin to indicate the manacle keeping him in place.]
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[No, Travis, the other guy handcuffed to a table. Yes, you.]
That smug prick Rhys got all pissy with me for recording video in his presence and tried to take my communicator, so I knocked him to the ground. Busted his nose. Some jacked up warden lost his shit!
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That was it? Cuz you were recording him? Seems like an overreaction.
[His tone is a little suspicious. Or maybe Rhys really was that jumpy. Theo wouldn't know. He gives Travis a wide berth, heading over to one of the screens to grab something to eat.]
Did the wardens forget about you, or is this some kinda boring punishment?
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[Drag it around? Sure.
He just makes a walking gesture.]
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He mutter under his breath, and takes it over to a table a few over from Travis. Theo eyes him up and down for a minute, weighing his options.]
I dunno. What do I get out of it? Can I trust you?
[He smirks a bit as he pokes idly at the salad. Hard to tell if he's joking or not, but he hasn't gotten up to help yet.]
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Kid, I've been cuffed to a table in the dining hall on display. Trust me or don't, but if you toe their stupid fucking lines, you're gonna be next.
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Yeah, well. We don't get a lot of live entertainment around here. When did you even get here? There aren't a lot of people here, so it must have been today, right?
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Well, aren't you hot shit? Two days, jackass. You want entertainment, pony up admission.
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You're not gonna win me over that way, ya know. You want out or not?
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I'm not a bootlicker, asshole. I wouldn't give a shit if every last warden here got thrown out into space. But just cuz you're another inmate doesn't mean we're necessarily on the same side. We're all here for a reason, idiot.
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You bet I will. Enjoy being handcuffed until some warden decides to be nice.
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Will do, asshole!