diedinnewyork | [Video] 005. [A not-so-subtle response to Dick's post maybe. backdated to yesterday.]]

[Eddie has not paid attention to the network. Apart from that...incredibly weird thing happening to his warden people had just been bitching. He passed a number of people in the throes of some inner psychosis (feel free to have witnessed him doing this). However he has plans now. Angry amusing plans.

Angry because-he's stuck here. apparently redeemable despite all of the things he's done. An angry and embittered unhappy man and today. Well, today is plum in his pudding.]

Hot damn that was funny. Hysterical even. But I see how fucked a lot of you have been apologizing and shit like that so please. feel free if I ever act like that much of a moron-to put a bullet in my head. [Unsaid: I was thinking about doing the same for all of you.]

[Private to Captain ~*America*~]

Today's father's day. I want to celebrate it. Also your return to normal size. But mostly "Father's Day."

[By celebrate he means the fact that his kid is, well, dead. In essence.]

[As always. Warnings abound for these particular posts.]

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...Okay, well, how so? I've never really celebrated Father's Day.

Let me into the fucking pub. I'm gonna celebrate it like I do every father's day and I ran out of my personal stash.

...So no family.

Alright, I'll meet you there.

...Not really. My ma died when I was eight, never met my dad.

...Me neither.

It just seemed important you know? drink in honor of my potentially dead kid.

Yeah, I get that.

...You want to drink with me or judge me?

I'm not judging in the slightest. [--Okay, he kind of is, but.]

Come on, I'll meet you on the way there.

[The need for alcohol outweighs the need for personal honor. He nods mutely. And he'll meet him halfway there with his hands in his pockets, twitching the arm that had been broken.]

Good doctors here.

[A little bit of a nod.]

Doc McCoy seems like a good guy, yeah. I offered to help him out if he ever needs it.

...You're such a goodie-fucking two-shoes. Let's see how good he is when the shit's down and the bullets are flying.

He's a military doctor, I'd wager he's pretty good. Besides, my ma was a nurse. Least I can do is help.

...Your mom was a nurse? Good god and your dad was a soldier right?

[The sad thing is he's being sarcastic.]

Yeah, he was, actually. [He just lifts an eyebrow and shrugs a bit.] Never met him, though, so.

Shit at least your dad wasn't a two-fisted dockworker who liked to beat his kids up for shits and giggles. [As opposed to Laurie's father who was a two-fisted soldier who liked to beat up other people's kids...for shits and giggles.

Eddie hangs back.]

...Some men aren't meant to be fathers.

Maybe not. Sure did get beat up enough when I was a kid anyhow.

I could do without another flood like that. Did anything happen to you?

...No.

Just watched the warden shrink to knee-high and watched everybody flip their shit. You kid?

I did. Let's just say I wasn't a fan of what I was like and I'm glad it's over.

What, everybody acting like jack-asses or your own behavior?

My own behavior, it belonged in the jack-ass category.

I get what you were saying before about fighting for a cause. During the flood I had a cause. It's not something I believe in but I had a lot of conviction.

[It hit him halfway through their first conversation that he was looking to him for advice. This ... was painful.]

Did you like it?

I liked having conviction but I didn't like having conviction for that cause.

You don't want to be violent.

Not like that, no. I like fighting beings where I can ramp up my powers but I don't like doing it to hunt and kill.

[Video] 005. [A not-so-subtle response to Dick's post maybe. backdated to yesterday.]]

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