[semi-open] june log;

[hardcase]

WHO: Randall Flagg & You
WHAT: Reconnecting with his followers, bonding with cellmates, jailbird life
WHERE: The dungeons
WHEN: Pre-event and probably all of June

[ closed to lloyd and nadine ]

[ His connection with Nadine is broken, so he can't call her down whenever he wants her. Lloyd, too, is out of his reach. He can do nothing but wait for his bride and his right-hand man to choose to pay him a visit of their own free will.

It's a sort of powerlessness he isn't accustomed to, and isn't fond of. When they come down to the dungeons he perks right up, a big smile on his face. ]

There you are. I was missing you, you know that? My heart's a-longing for you both.

[ Hey, he's in no position not to schmooze right now. If this kind of attentions keeps them coming back, he'll provide it. ]

[ closed to cellmates ]

[ He's got pretty good cellmates, all things considered. None of them have seen him for the vile creature he is yet, none of them are looking to pick a fight with him and play King of the Cell, and sometimes they're even good conversational partners. So, it's only sensible to keep them on his side.

As soon as Nadine and Lloyd leave, he takes the food they've snuck him (mostly fruits and pastries, with a few pieces of chicken) and divides it evenly by four, keeping one portion for himself and giving the rest to his cellmates. ]

That should tide us over for a while.

[ Yes, he could take it all, but that might start a fight and he doubts it would endear him to the others if he stayed in the corner eating his spoils and snapping at anyone who came close to him like some kind of hungry animal. ]

[ cells - open to visitors ]

[ When he's not chatting up his cellmates, Flagg spends most of his time leaning up against the bars, peering at the visitors that come down. He doesn't speak to them unless they stop, he'll just sit there humming something (usually his own rendition of Jailhouse Rock) and eagerly make eye contact whenever he can.

It makes him feel like he's trying to be the most interesting animal at the zoo, hoping that the next tourist will stop in front of his cage and feed him from an overpriced bag of peanuts instead of moving on to the next exhibit.

Luckily, he's not too bothered by dehumanizing experiences. He hasn't been human an over a thousand years at least, so this is all 'been there, done that'.

If someone stops in front of his cell, he'll give them a big smile. ] Howdy.

[ rec yard - open to other prisoners ]

[ Flagg makes sure to check up on anyone he's spoken with here when they get sent to the yard. Though not as valuable as his cellmates, it's still to his benefit that more of them are with him than against him. Eddie Dean's a lost cause, so with him Flagg keeps his distance aside from shooting him a fierce grin every now and then.

With everyone else, though, he'll approach, maybe touch them on the shoulder if he feels like they're close enough for that, and say: ] How're ya holding up?

Comments

[hardcase]

No, no. She'd never give me up. [ Because she loved him, but also because he wasn't the forgiving type and she knew it. ]

I'm not entirely sure yet. I have my wife and right-hand man trying to figure some way out, but if they can't...

[ He can think of a few options: bribe one of the guards or otherwise promise them something he has no intention to deliver on, convince someone else to break him out, or use some good old fashioned violence. ] It may get bloody. Justice often is. Are you prepared for that?

[gardienne]

Then you're lucky Sir. My family, pah. [She spits hard on the dirt floor.] My Ma and Pa'd lead the police to me if they thought it'd improve their chances, and 'Zelma is too stupid to lie, and 'Parnasse? He pushed me to Javert's clutches himself. You're lucky, I think.

[She listens, contemplating what he means.]

You mean, a fight? Sir, I am quick with my fingers, and I know how to hold a knife and that. I've never done it, but I have watched murders, you know? I don't think I'd like it... but I don't want to stay here forever either.

[hardcase]

There's always time to find a new family. I was orphaned when I was thirteen, and I didn't have any siblings with me, neither. [ He orphaned himself, really, by burning the mill his family had owned for generations to the ground. Truthfully, he didn't know if his parents perished in the fire, but he never went back to check. ]

But I've been lucky enough to find my wife, and a few people I'd consider family although they aren't related to me by blood. [ He just shrugs at the last part. ] Most people don't like it, but it's good that you're willing.

[gardienne]

Really, Sir? I wish I had been orphaned sometimes. My brother, he orphaned himself, just went away from my folk and refused to come back to 'em. It ain't so easy with 'Zelma. If I ran, she'd have no one to stand up for her and god knows what my Pa'd have her do. Me, at least I will yell back to him, and take his belt, and for her besides.

[She shakes her head, dismissing her tiresome little sister and her unpleasant home life from her immediate conversation.]

Have you killed someone, Sir? I don't care if you have. 'Parnasse - my Pa calls him as my husband, you know? - but so, Montparnasse, he is a cut throat. So I don't care if I share a cell with a murderer.