001 - Spam - All Decked Out

[thinkb4ublink]

[When the lights went out, Slater just sat in the dark. He didn't bloody care. Alone, on a ship in space, with people getting murdered and blown up, he wanted to go home. That's all.

All he'd ever done was steal some diamonds. And he went to prison for that. So what was he being punished for? Because whatever that kid said, she was just a girl, what did she know? What was she doing here even?

So he just sat in the dark, brooding, not hungry, not caring, if anything, glad that his room looked like a room in a proper bloody prison. His communicator was left on, whatever chattering going on failing to really grab his attention.

Eventually, he let out a sigh, pulled himself up off the ground and groped for the door. His eyes were pretty adjusted, with the light from the communicator, still chattering, so he didn't feel too strange.

He kept to the walls and took the steps, one by one up onto the deck. Once there, he found himself a corner where he could see people coming and going and sat there, on the ground again, watching though not looking particularly interested and not meeting anyone's eyes.]

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[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

[On his way back from where the gardens used to be, Armand sees someone sitting alone.]

Are you sure you should be alone? It's cold up here.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

[He looks up at him, his look suspicious.] I'm fine.

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

[Armand crouches down.]

There are people gathering below. You should join them.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Look, I've done nothing, all right?

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

What do you think I'm telling you?

Have I accused you, monsieur? I'm only trying to advise you.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

An' I'm tellin' you to leave me alone, all right? I don't need advice. [Especially from some Frog, he almost adds.]

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

If you're cold you can come below again.

[Armand stands, a bit worried but not willing to argue.]

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

[His condensation really gets under Slater's nose and he pulls an 'awed' expression and makes an Oliver Tiwist impression.] Oh, can I? I'm ever so grateful, sir! Ever so grateful!

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

[Armand is fed up, but trying not to show it.]

Suit yourself, monsieur. I fear that it will get ugly here before it gets better. Adieu.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Oh, piss off, Frog.

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

[Armand was turning to go, but he whirls around, hand out prepared to slap before he stops himself.]

What did you call me?

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

[Stands up. He's been the most hated guy in South London, he's not afraid of a slap.] Hearing problems, mate? I'd get that looked at if I were you, can't be down two senses, now, can we?

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

This is not the time or place to insult a man's nationality. What have I done to you to deserve such words? [He steps back a little to give Roy some room. Armand isn't a very combative person.]

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

I don't know, mate. Maybe coming up to me an' telling me what to do an' when I tell you I'm fine, you treat me like a kid and then you threaten me with a vague warning after a bunch of people got themselves blown up and slaughtered just a couple of days ago! Why don't you tell me what you done wrong?

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

You are sitting out on deck by yourself where it is not safe to be. If you were with someone I wouldn't have stopped.

If you would prefer to freeze to death, be my guest.

[And he's leaving for real this time unless someone puts a hand on him.]

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Drop dead.