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[fuckitybye]

[Malc needed someone to terrorise and so he went off in search of Columbus, only to discover he's nowhere to be found.]

So has Christopher Robin fucked back off to the fucking Hundred Acre Wood, then?

Not even two months and one fucking warden already gone. This is better than my first two months in Whitehall.

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[Private]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

Well, one man on his own would never succeed, much as I prefer flying solo.

Do you have any ideas?

[Private]

[fuckitybye]

Depends. Ought to find out if anyone's fucked around with this sort of thing before and why it didn't fucking work. Maybe there's been riots before, yeah? How'd that go? That sort of thing.

[Private]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

It probably has. I haven't been here all that long. There was that, explosion in the kitchens, but it was more 'murder and mayhem' than anything organised. I'll have to seek out some veterans.


You just never know who to trust on this boat.

[Private]

[fuckitybye]

Might ask around myself. Got an idea or two of who.

And isn't that the fucking truth.

[Private]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

Well, if you find anything look me up. It's Damon Salvatore.

Depressing isn't it? No honour amongst thieves and all that.

[Private]

[fuckitybye]

Malcolm Tucker. Fucking pleasure I'm sure, Mr Salvatore.

Eat or be eaten, fuck or be fucked—law of the fucking jungle. That's how it was in Whitehall and it's no fucking different here.

[Private]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

Couldn't have said it better myself. Though, probably would have skipped out some of the swearing.

[Private]

[fuckitybye]

Don't tell me you're another one of those twats that disapproves of the fucking swearing.

[Private]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

Oh I don't care. I pretend to care occasionally. Drives people up the wall.

Sorry, didn't mean to antagonise. It's like I'm on autopilot.

[Private]

[fuckitybye]

Fair enough.

[Private]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

So is it an affectation? Or is it honest?

[Private]

[fuckitybye]

It's the way I fucking talk. I'm from fucking Glasgow, mate; what we don't know about fucking swearing isn't worth learning.

[Private]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

Glasgow to Whitehall to the Barge.

Which was worst?

[Private]

[fuckitybye]

Well, I could leave Glasgow and I fucking ruled Whitehall, so you tell me, mate.

What's your story, then? I've been answering a fair fuckload of questions, so I reckon it's your turn for the open mic.

[Private]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

What do you wanna know?

[Private]

[fuckitybye]

Oh, you know the usual fucking speed-dating stuff. Where you from, what you do for a fucking living, all that.

[Private]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

Virginia, small town, very boring. And as for what I do, or did... anything I liked. I lived off the fruits of my family's labours.

[Private]

[fuckitybye]

And what "labours" were those, then?

[Private]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

Buying, selling... selling, buying.

It's not like I ever took an interest.

[Private]

[fuckitybye]

Sounds a lot fucking like what they call "import-export" in some parts.

What'd you do to get yourself fucked off to here?

[Private]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

Pissed off the wrong people apparently.

Who knows, this place has no actual rules far as I can see, and the Admiral's mad as a hatter.

What did you do?

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[fuckitybye]

God's a fucking Tory, I reckon. Or the Admiral. Or both of the twats.

[Private]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

I'll take your word for it.