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smashacademy2012-02-15 04:34 am
icequeen_aran) wrote in smashacademy2012-02-15 04:34 am
You pull the trigger of my Love Gun Love Gun [Backdated to the 14th]
--PERSONAL DATA LOG 20XX02.14.033 SAMUS ARAN. RECORDING...--
It's still cold outside. Cold and pristine, yet recent events around here have been anything but. Caim, suspected of murder and bloodshed has been apprehended... and by a thug, no less. He's being detained here in the school on top of that. I can't decide if this is a foolish or wise decision. Caim's thirst for violence stained the lake red for many weeks... among other things, but who's to say he hasn't been the first to draw blood in this school? That he had good reason for his actions?
DID HE?
I don't think he has any. He can rot in his cell for all I care.
...Or one that'll offer a better price than that bastard Majima did.
ARE YOU ASSESSING THE POSSIBILITY OF "LIBERATING" HIM FROM MAJIMA FOR YOUR OWN PERSONAL GAIN, MISS ARAN?
Something like that. "Liberating". I've had my eye Caim as a mark for a while. I at least owe it to Ghor for connecting the dots for me.
GHOR ISN'T CURRENTLY PRESENT.
I know. Char still hasn't returned yet... I'm hoping the moron hasn't gotten himself into too much trouble this time. And... Adam. [Samus falls silent for a few moments, uttering nothing more than a heavy sigh.] I expected this would happen, somehow, even despite what he said. ...And you know what, computer?
...?
I think I'm fine with that.
YOU HAVE A SENSE OF CLOSURE FROM YOUR ENCOUNTER WITH HIM.
[More thoughtful silence. She can't really agree or disagree with that.] It's as if things were never any different.
ARE THEY?
...No. Snake is back too. That's more... he's...
AN "OLD FLAME"?
No. Not like that. Everything we discussed in Alaska...which will be vague in the meantime there's not going to be any sense of closure in that. I'm not that fortunate.
AND FALCON?
[Her tone changes almost automatically, to something a little less somber, but still serious. Almost embarrassed sounding. Guilty.] I... haven't been good to Falcon lately. Not lying, but... withholding information is dishonesty all the same. He's not aware that I've been talking to Volgin either. I've never had a reason to be open and honest with anyone else--just the opposite, in fact. It's not something I've ever learned how to do.
I haven't made a resolution this year... have I?
NO.
Falcon deserves better than that, especially today.
--...END RECORDING.--
[AND SO Samus set forth with renewed determination to be less of an information squandering douche, and to take a crack at that being more romantic thing. She's aware Valentine's Day typically entails dates and chocolates and... lots of pink and hearts. Then again, Samus has never been one to adhere to social or gender expectations. She's going to do what she thinks will be fun with him.
So, Mr. Douglas J. Falcon, you can expect to find all of the lights out! That is okay because someone was busy with dozens of candles and they illuminate the firehouse well enough. On the kitchen table there are a couple of bottles of wine, a small box of chocolates (notably, none with peanuts or coconuts or anything in them, except fruit), and a note addressed to you when you walk in the door:]
[Text; Public]
Happy Commercialism Day.
[Wow. What.]
Take caution on campus today.
It's still cold outside. Cold and pristine, yet recent events around here have been anything but. Caim, suspected of murder and bloodshed has been apprehended... and by a thug, no less. He's being detained here in the school on top of that. I can't decide if this is a foolish or wise decision. Caim's thirst for violence stained the lake red for many weeks... among other things, but who's to say he hasn't been the first to draw blood in this school? That he had good reason for his actions?
DID HE?
I don't think he has any. He can rot in his cell for all I care.
...Or one that'll offer a better price than that bastard Majima did.
ARE YOU ASSESSING THE POSSIBILITY OF "LIBERATING" HIM FROM MAJIMA FOR YOUR OWN PERSONAL GAIN, MISS ARAN?
Something like that. "Liberating". I've had my eye Caim as a mark for a while. I at least owe it to Ghor for connecting the dots for me.
GHOR ISN'T CURRENTLY PRESENT.
I know. Char still hasn't returned yet... I'm hoping the moron hasn't gotten himself into too much trouble this time. And... Adam. [Samus falls silent for a few moments, uttering nothing more than a heavy sigh.] I expected this would happen, somehow, even despite what he said. ...And you know what, computer?
...?
I think I'm fine with that.
YOU HAVE A SENSE OF CLOSURE FROM YOUR ENCOUNTER WITH HIM.
[More thoughtful silence. She can't really agree or disagree with that.] It's as if things were never any different.
ARE THEY?
...No. Snake is back too. That's more... he's...
AN "OLD FLAME"?
No. Not like that. Everything we discussed in Alaska...
AND FALCON?
[Her tone changes almost automatically, to something a little less somber, but still serious. Almost embarrassed sounding. Guilty.] I... haven't been good to Falcon lately. Not lying, but... withholding information is dishonesty all the same. He's not aware that I've been talking to Volgin either. I've never had a reason to be open and honest with anyone else--just the opposite, in fact. It's not something I've ever learned how to do.
I haven't made a resolution this year... have I?
NO.
Falcon deserves better than that, especially today.
--...END RECORDING.--
[AND SO Samus set forth with renewed determination to be less of an information squandering douche, and to take a crack at that being more romantic thing. She's aware Valentine's Day typically entails dates and chocolates and... lots of pink and hearts. Then again, Samus has never been one to adhere to social or gender expectations. She's going to do what she thinks will be fun with him.
So, Mr. Douglas J. Falcon, you can expect to find all of the lights out! That is okay because someone was busy with dozens of candles and they illuminate the firehouse well enough. On the kitchen table there are a couple of bottles of wine, a small box of chocolates (notably, none with peanuts or coconuts or anything in them, except fruit), and a note addressed to you when you walk in the door:]
[Text; Public]
Happy Commercialism Day.
[Wow. What.]
Take caution on campus today.