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001 - Aaaand Pookie's on da Barge
Sep. 16th, 2010 01:37 am[Pookie's messing around with his journal, and eventually flicks it to video. He's been here for a couple days, and he knows the score. It takes him a second to start talking, but when he does, he's smiling.]
Man, if the media knew about this place, you guys'd have press crawling all over, like flies on a day-old dog turd. Yeah, I tell you, that Admiral, he must be one well-connected fucker, if he's managed to keep a gigantic space prison out of the news for however long he's been running this operation. You'd think some of the old wardens would've blabbed, but nope, not even a tiny headline on page five of the tabloids. Hell, not even a conspiracy theory for the basement-dwelling nerds to yank their cranks over.
I guess the retirement plans he sets up are real good. Unless once we're done here, we just disappear, if you get my drift... [He waggles his eyebrows jokingly for a moment to emphasize his point. Then he continues:] Anyway, the name's Detective Chang, of the San Francisco Police Department, and I'm here to represent for the asians. You guys can just call me Pookie; don't it roll off the tongue so much better? [He gives the camera one last grin, then he switches to private.]
[Private to Jonathan Crane]
I see we wardens have been given our assignments, and it looks like you got the luck of the draw, champ. As I believe I've already mentioned, my name's Pookie. How's about you and I get properly aquainted?
[Warden filter]
[Pookie looks more professional now, the grin's gone.] Okay, what can you tell me about one Doctor Jonathan Crane? Any info you got, I'll take.
[OOC: Replies will be a little slow, sorry; I'm in the middle of some schoolwork. Also, I meant to get this intro post up last night, but Firefox decided to be a cantankerous little bastard and cut that plan short. I'll get to my older tags soonish.]
Man, if the media knew about this place, you guys'd have press crawling all over, like flies on a day-old dog turd. Yeah, I tell you, that Admiral, he must be one well-connected fucker, if he's managed to keep a gigantic space prison out of the news for however long he's been running this operation. You'd think some of the old wardens would've blabbed, but nope, not even a tiny headline on page five of the tabloids. Hell, not even a conspiracy theory for the basement-dwelling nerds to yank their cranks over.
I guess the retirement plans he sets up are real good. Unless once we're done here, we just disappear, if you get my drift... [He waggles his eyebrows jokingly for a moment to emphasize his point. Then he continues:] Anyway, the name's Detective Chang, of the San Francisco Police Department, and I'm here to represent for the asians. You guys can just call me Pookie; don't it roll off the tongue so much better? [He gives the camera one last grin, then he switches to private.]
[Private to Jonathan Crane]
I see we wardens have been given our assignments, and it looks like you got the luck of the draw, champ. As I believe I've already mentioned, my name's Pookie. How's about you and I get properly aquainted?
[Warden filter]
[Pookie looks more professional now, the grin's gone.] Okay, what can you tell me about one Doctor Jonathan Crane? Any info you got, I'll take.
[OOC: Replies will be a little slow, sorry; I'm in the middle of some schoolwork. Also, I meant to get this intro post up last night, but Firefox decided to be a cantankerous little bastard and cut that plan short. I'll get to my older tags soonish.]
