barewicked | 1

[Video clicks on, to reveal a skinny young man in his mid twenties. His eyes are wide and darting, and he wears an expression of deep concentration, right up until he realises he's broadcasting. Then, he becomes animated:]

Yo! I got some words for your Admiral here! I know I'm not dead, and I would remember if I'd been nicked, so you got no right hauling me in, man, no right!

[He keeps glancing off screen as he says this, as if he's expecting someone to enter his cabin at any time.]

Look, this isn't even my yard, all right? I was staying with a mate - a couple of mates, actually - so you've just gone and jacked their place out from under them, haven't you? Nicked right off with it and stuck it on your stupid boat! So where are they going to live, eh? You just made two innocent people homeless, mate, so who's the villain now?

[He puts one hand on his hip, apparently waiting for an answer. He manages to go about thirty seconds before giving an unhappy huff and putting his hand on his stomach.]

Bare starving as well. It's a fucking joke, this is.

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From:

tucky

Another new inmate, huh?

[She sounds far too "been there, done that" than she has any right to be, considering she was the new inmate just a few months ago.]

He's your Admiral now, too. But it ain't bad here at all, actually; in fact, it's pretty damn great.

From:

irishrotter

Who told you that you'd died?

[He very clearly has.]

From:

babyfacedkiller

Yeah, no kiddin', right? They don't even bother to read you your rights round here. Probably 'cause we don't really have any.

[There's a wry, world-weary edge to Lloyd's commiseration. He's more or less reached an acceptance of his situation, fucked up as it is.]

It is what it is, buddy, and the Admiral isn't real likely to lend you an ear. The food ain't bad, though, so you don't got to worry about going hungry -- I can show you to the dining hall if you want.