11 - Game of Two Halves

[thinkb4ublink]

[Filtered away from people who've murdered since Slater's arrival (November)]

Right. Football. That game where you use your foot to move the ball about, not that American nonsense where your foot hardly touches the bleedin' thing. [How can you in good conscience even call it that, people, really?] Any one you lot know how to play?

[OOC: If you fear that you can't remember or it was under wraps for whatever reason, feel free to have Slater either forget/not know about it.]

Comments

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

It's just this thing. I got a job regular in the library.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

You don't seem very Blue

What did you do normally in life? Something in a library?

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

No. I'm a retired cop.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

Is that, uh, police?

Oh.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Yup. [And seeing that Slater is exactly the kind of policeman that Eddie should be worried about, he doesn't take offense.]

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

You don't seem very Yellow, either.

Can I ask why you're an inmate, by any chance?

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

So what, that leaves red? [He's figured out that's something to do with vision.]

Uh... smugglin', shady dealin' mostly.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

I'm Red. I'm not sure you're that, either. You seemed a little Green to me, but that's only from a distance.

...Although on consideration, you probably are a Yellow.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Huh.

[needshumility.livejournal.com]

It's not really an insult.

[it kinda is. but ssh]

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure, kid.