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Thu, 05 Dec 2013 15:27:23 GMT

( Depending on your request, whether I will laugh or get angry - that will decide your lifespan, boy. )

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{020} Come on with the rain, I've a smile on my face

Wed, 13 Mar 2013 15:17:30 GMT

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[It's been...a while since he was last on the network. Not because he didn't have anything to say, or because he didn't want to, but because it seemed a better idea to wait. Disappear, let his lapse fade. So he'd stayed in his cabin, only venturing out for the job he'd been assigned, although without a warden to ensure he stayed there, and that he went every day, it seemed pointless.

He'd been nothing short of a model inmate up to this point, as if his time in zero had actually brought the murder home, made him realize he was Wrong.

It hadn't. Of course it hadn't. And then he'd been killed himself, which only further cemented his certainty. Offed by a little punk who had more spunk than he'd expected.

But he was back to full strength. Had been for some time now.]

Y'know, without all this other crap happening I'd almost start to think the Admiral wasn't so bad a guy. It's like he felt BAD for me or somethin', or maybe Duo just got tired of doin' it.

[A chuckle, and a grin. It's not a nice grin, or even much of a reassuring one; a mad dog kept in check because he wants to be. A poke and a prod at whoever's listening because the distraction's preferable to examining himself and his own choices.]

Whatever the reason, I figure it doesn't matter much. Guess I haven't been bein' all that bad at all, if he's got me wandering around by myself!

Speakin' of. Anybody got any clue just what the big idea is here? Never knew a place to change around so much! Kinda fun, dontcha think?

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{019} and I think to my self where's the wonderful world

Mon, 11 Feb 2013 13:06:56 GMT

[Backdated to sometime after the conclusion of a plan gone horribly awry.

TW: Ladd/Lua, Ladd, romanticism of death, logic that's effectively reminiscent of domestic abuse while Ladd figures out that he might need to get his shit together, threats of violence/bodily harm.]

[PUBLIC video]

That's right. Lock me down here. YOU'D BETTER.

The minute I get outta here you're all dead anyway.

[He gives the network a sharklike grin, all teeth and lips skinned back in a vicious rictus. He's seated on the cot in his cell down in Zero for the moment, just waiting. Watching.]

[PRIVATE to Lua]

...baby? I'm sorry.

It's this place, it's no good for either of us. We gotta get outta here.

[SPAM for Zero]

[Zero is not his favorite place. At all. He sits and he waits, pacing the too-small cell, sitting on the cot and sulking, even pausing now and then to try to break the bars, but none of that seems to help much.

He shouldn't have killed her. He knows that. It wasn't right, no part of it was, and he'll make the rest of them pay for it if it's the last thing he does.]

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{018} I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves

Sat, 22 Dec 2012 03:18:27 GMT

[Backdated to about a day after the exciting conclusion of Ladd's grand plan and a day into his most recent stint in Zero.]

[VIDEO]

Alright, I'll admit it. I deserved that one.

But what's a guy supposed to do when he keeps gettin' killed?

[PRIVATE to Lua]

So...exactly how mad are you?

[Hey, he broke at least one promise with this. He knows he did bad here. And she's a warden, so he also knows she probably knows most if not all of what happened through the grapevine. But at least he sounds and looks reasonably contrite?]

[SPAM]

[Zero. Again. He would have started to get bored by it but Ladd isn't like other people. Solitary doesn't get to him like it does everyone else. And it's not like the hole; he can see into the hallway, he's not chained to the bed. Granted, he spends most of his time sitting on the bed and just waiting, calm and quiet like he usually isn't, but he has a week in here. No less, but no more either.

Seven days. That's nothing.

Half the time he hums, from time to time he tests the bars, leans against them with all his weight, pulls with the same, but they don't budge and he doesn't expect them to.

Sometimes, when he feels like being a nuisance, he'll trail his prosthetic arm along the bars, metal fingers clinking and ringing out against them. Over and over and over.

But mostly he sits. And waits.]

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{017} can't stop the killer -- even if he's not killing

Thu, 13 Dec 2012 12:59:07 GMT

[SPAM for Duo -- morning]

[...shovel. The kid wanted him to SHOVEL, and it's such a pointless task, and boring besides, but it was either that or Zero, and being OUT is always the better choice. He'll deal with a cell if he's forced into it, but it's not his choice by a long shot.

Which is why he's currently up on deck with a tool in his hands and piles of fluffy white in front of him, and so he's doing the whole thing one-handed but then he's learned a lot of one-handed skills since that day on the train. It's not so hard if you've got the muscles for it.]

So, hotshot, how long I gotta do this for again?

[SPAM for Mal and then, later, Omar -- afternoon]

[With Dean off-ship for the time being, it makes things in M&R much easier. Or at least different. More interesting; Dean is a Known, but Mal? Well he's a whole different story. So he reports for duty like normal, for at least a couple days anyway, no waves, no fuss. At least until he's got his plan lined up.

Today doesn't seem much different when Ladd shows up, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed like every other day.]

So what's the score today?

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{016} deck the halls with murderous gangsters

Sun, 09 Dec 2012 18:06:05 GMT

[PRIVATE to the Admiral]

( Dear Admiral... )

[SPAM]

[Bright and early at...alright, about halfway through the first day of the event, Ladd's skipping down the halls, humming Christmas songs not quite at the top of his lungs but certainly loud enough for people to hear him. He's Affected, in this case translating to a penchant for viciously affectionate hugs delivered on unsuspecting passengers without warning and general good cheer.]

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{015} there must be 5000 ways to die

Thu, 06 Dec 2012 12:08:39 GMT

[We'll say a few hours after Duo's request goes through.]

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Somebody's got a real sick idea of what counts as a good time. Startin' to get real old, real quick, and I can't be held responsible for what happens next. Kill me once, shame on me. Kill me three or four times?

Well that's all on you.

[And now he laughs, although it sounds more like wheezing. Grins wide, and so what if he still feels like crap. If his voice is scratchy and hoarse and threatens to give out at any time and really sounds more like he SHOULDN'T be talking at all. This is an important message, he can't waste any time about it. Last time? He could kind of understand. Cause and effect; he kills somebody, Omar kills him back, and it's fair at least. Almost a game, even if Omar cheats.

But this? No. This isn't fair at all, it doesn't play by the rules, he hasn't killed anybody since Wonderland; anybody he got at the hotel never existed in the first place.]

Just as soon as I get outta here, anyway.

[PRIVATE -- to Omar.]

You're startin' to make me think we can't ever be pals.

[PRIVATE -- to Duo]

Where is he.

[SPAM -- for anyone in the infirmary]

[He needs to leave. Mostly he feels fine, aside from the fact that his throat feels like something's trying to claw its way out and his voice is hit or miss. But that doesn't change the fact that he needs to be not here. Things to do. People to see. Plans to make and points to drive home.

Which would be why he's currently working on leaving. Sooner out, sooner he can get to his own fun.]

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{014} Because we know they'll cease to grow, in fact they'll soon be dead

Mon, 05 Nov 2012 13:03:33 GMT

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Well that was fun, dontcha think?? I mean sure, kinda played havoc with your head a little, but it coulda been worse! Just a little honest fun. Like livin' in a storybook or somethin'!

And so much white...well I just couldn't help myself! Yeah, that's definitely a place I could go back to. Such a glorious mess, and it wasn't even all mine! Ha-ha!

[And now he's humming, getting to his feet and all set to skip off down the halls. After a moment the humming becomes singing.]

We're painting the roses red, we're painting the roses red, so keep your tongue or lose your head, we're painting the roses red...

[Another laugh; that Port was definitely his kind of place! And with a last rather unhinged laugh he's off and actually skipping down the halls.

Yeeeeah he might already be getting nostalgic.]

[A/N: Ladd was a playing card during the Wonderland Port, and suffice to say he probably beheaded more than a few NPCs. Bargedians too, if anyone wants to assume that was a thing.]

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{013} slugs and snails and puppy dog tails

Mon, 29 Oct 2012 17:24:08 GMT

[We'll just say backdated to the day after the Flood ended?]

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Gotta say, I'm glad everybody's back to their normal sizes. Never really got the appeal of the rugrats. Oozing all over the place, cryin' everywhere... "Like taking candy from a baby" never was a saying I could really get behind. Where's the fun in stealing from a chubby little bundle of fluids? Not like it can put up a fight. Nah, I'd much rather take candy from a guy who can actually hold his own! Makes it taste that much sweeter, wouldn't you agree?!

[...and then there was Czes. He was just a brat. And stared at him all the time. DARING him. Making deals like he had any kind of power to. That's no good at all, and all those kids just brought it all back.

He pulls a face in memory.]

Nah. You guys are all way more fun.

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{012} disorder and confusion everywhere

Thu, 11 Oct 2012 21:48:00 GMT

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[...well then. This was new. The room seemed smaller when he woke up, and it was something of an adjustment. New angles, new proportions, new distances too and from things, and it was bizarre because he had no idea why this might be. Why, when he'd gone to bed things had been in one place, but when he woke they were in the same place only not. Smaller.

And then he moved, and things got REALLY weird.

Proportions were different, placement of things was different. And he was covered in fur, with claws instead of fingers. He tried to stand and nearly tripped because his center of balance wasn't where he'd left it, but eventually he got things all sorted out and rolled to his feet instead.

Four of them. Well this would be interesting.

Eventually he made his way onto the network, to see others were having the same problem, or similar. He laughed, a loud almost barking noise escaping him instead.

Huh.]

Well what new chaos is this? So we're a zoo now. Well then. Interesting, very interesting.

At least he gave me a nice white suit for the party.

[SPAM]

[Ladd can also be found roaming the halls, all big and furry and polar bear-like. Anyone can understand him without much trouble.]

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{011} hickory dickory dock, the robots wound up the clock...

Wed, 03 Oct 2012 15:53:29 GMT

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OKAY. I SWEAR TO CHRIST twenty bucks to this Stark guy. These little mechanized things are a hoot!

I wonder what kind of noise they'll make when I smash them into a billion tiny pieces. Will they scream? Will they sing? Will they just go CRUNCH and be done with it? I DON'T KNOW!!

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{010} I see a white room and I want to paint it red

Fri, 21 Sep 2012 17:43:07 GMT

Well well well! Look at all you fine folks makin' a fuss over nothing. Just relax and enjoy the ride! Enjoy yourselves; life's too short.

In the meantime, anybody needs to get ahold of me for anything, I'll be around. You know where to find me, but if you don't just give a yell and I'll find you.

Got some rounds to make first.

[Spam]

[Oh, such a busy life for the right hand man of a gangster in the '20s. People to hassle, bones to break, people to put the fear of Prefect into, juice joints to pop into for a visit, not to mention visits of a more personal nature...You know how it is.]

[A/N: Ladd is...essentially still Ladd for the duration of the breach, considering this is pretty much his home turf. A loudmouthed tough guy who moved to Redemption a few years ago from Chicago, he quickly got himself an in with Prefect's gang by reputation alone and has worked his way up through the ranks to be his second in command. He's the guy you send when you need something -- or somebody -- taken care of, and has a tendency to make a bit of a mess of things, although thanks to his boss local law has never been able to connect him to them (even if most in the know pretty much assume it).]

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{009} Baby you light up my world like nobody else

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 15:07:52 GMT

[(accidental) PUBLIC - video]

[A/N: Below can be found insight into what Ladd and Lua get up to when nobody else is around. Enter at your own risk; your muses might be traumatized even if you aren't.

TW: romanticized death, vague not-actual-smut, unhealthy relationships in general...also Ladd. And Ladd/Lua. Which are really warnings in their own right.]

( [When the feed clicks on, it seems to be picking up on something already in-progress...] )

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{008} makes no difference if it's sweet or hot, just give that music everything you've got

Mon, 20 Aug 2012 19:23:12 GMT

[Backdated to the day after Port ended. Because I am still sloooooow.]

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A'right, so that coulda gone worse I guess. Wish I coulda gone when I was a bit more rested up though! Ha-ha! Coulda had a lot more fun then, shame the stars didn't line up right! Coulda given those bastards a run for their money! Oh well, maybe next time.

So. Prefect. Feelin' better now, I'm guessin'. Don't expect that kinda thing to happen every time you get yourself into trouble though, 'kay? Consider it a one time deal, not to be repeated. Your one reprieve.

All the rest of ya, I hope you had a better time than I did. Not that I didn't have a good time, but. Y'know. Ain't half as much fun when you're not runnin' on a full tank, both barrels, and without a decent edge or firearm to really make your mark. S'pecially with that kinda set-up. Like I said. Maybe next time.

Duo, surprised I never saw ya. You still kickin' around anywhere? Hope that place didn't beat you down too bad, I'd be real disappointed in ya.

[SPAM -- infirmary]

[He supposes he should consider himself lucky; still nursing a death toll and he manages to make it back from a place that seems designed to kill off as many people as possible mostly intact? Hell, who wouldn't think themselves lucky after that?

But he doesn't quite feel lucky. He feels let down, jilted in some ways. With Prefect's death an unsatisfying mess, and Lua taken away without the ability to find her and break the pair of them out because he was too weak to do more than hold his own...no, all told it wasn't a very good excursion, despite his bluster. The fact that he has to stick around so some sawbones can patch him up is really only adding insult to injury, but he'll endure. He's not really someone who can be kept down for long, after all.]

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{007} come back you yellow bastards, I'll bite your legs off

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 21:03:06 GMT

[SPAM / Accidental Video]

[...He'd tried. Three days into his most recent death toll (and really. REALLY?! What kind of place was this, that he'd spent more time recuperating from being dead or locked up in Zero than actually able to enjoy the place), and when the freaks had come for them, he'd tried. Kicked and hit and gave back as good as he could, but it hadn't been enough. Couldn't have hoped to be, not when he was still running on maybe 50%, but he didn't know the meaning of defeat, didn't know how to back down. Couldn't, once his pride had been injured, and OH had the Barge ever done a number on that. He was doomed before he'd started, but Lua was with him, and even if he'd taken himself out of the equation he wouldn't let them take her from him.

Except he hadn't been enough, and he'd ended up with another knock to the head and claws in his arm and woken up behind a different set of bars, with no Lua in sight.

He still ached all over from Omar's efforts, and then he had the lizard men to thank for the new ones. He lunged to his feet, grabbing onto the bars with his good hand to support his weight on unsteady feet, glaring at his captors, lips pulled back in a feral snarl, not even bothering to take stock of his own situation yet.

He still looked like death warmed over, but that wasn't about to stop him.]

WHERE IS SHE?! YOU ASSHOLES, YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW AND TELL ME WHERE SHE IS OR SO HELP ME I'LL TEAR YOU BASTARDS APART, DON'T THINK I WON'T!

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{006} it's all fun and games until somebody loses an organ and then it's hilarious - if it isn't you

Wed, 01 Aug 2012 14:19:15 GMT

[Someone is SO over this dying shit. As evidenced by the fact that hey, he's both STILL in Zero (breach interruption of sentence YAY and "yay" obviously meaning "fuck this"), and now suffering from a DOUBLE death toll.

Oh yeah. Fuck Ladd's entire life right now, he's mostly over the worst of the last one but now moving and breathing hurts and just...screw this. Seriously.]

Double Jeopardy, anybody?

Note to anybody who cares, and even if ya don't:

Don't.Trust.Fishmen.

[He makes a probably over-dramatic exhausted noise, and that's all you're getting, folks. Feel free to drop by zero, or mock him for his terrible, horrifying life choices he would rather not relive ever.again.]

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{005} Floodholme high school football RULES

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 17:29:51 GMT

So, how about that game the other day? We KILLED 'em, didn't we? Talk about a bloodbath.

[No, not a literal one, that would be terrible.]

They didn't stand a chance, I knew it from the start. So thanks for your support, yadda yadda yadda, and hope we'll see ya next time.

[...]

~~The next guy who sticks around at my locker when I'm trying to get into it's getting a personal visit with the closest free one. I'm serious. I'll make you fit.~~

Sharks rule, Russo out!

[Breach info: Ladd is, clearly, a Shark, and a super-senior at that, held back because he skipped too many classes and barely ever did his homework. ...which is still pretty much the pattern now, but he's not too concerned about it. He's the jock who's really loud and obnoxious and gregarious but has a tendency to pick on the smaller kids, steal lunch money, shove people in lockers (sometimes after turning them into rabbits first) and find the whole thing infinitely entertaining.]

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{004} You don't get to kill me. I kill YOU

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 00:59:21 GMT

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[The Ladd that appears on the feed today is PISSED. Pissed isn't even a good enough word. He's livid, beyond angry, straight on to wrath, and he'd be on the warpath (or working his way to be) if his head wasn't swimming. As it is he can't move from his spot on the cot without the world lurching around him, not that he could get far even if he could, so here he'll stay, his communicator set down in front of him so he can watch it.]

Seems like I should just move all my stuff down here already, geez. And to think I didn't do anything more than something I've been warning you all was already coming. So really, this is your fault. Every single warden on this boat, you can be held accountable for the death of that doctor.

Not that I'm askin' to be stopped. What I do, the people I kill, each and every one of them deserves it for one reason or another, and they should be GLAD that I thought them worth the effort. But you know what I am, what I do, and every death is on your heads because you should know better. Because your job is to protect yourselves, and the people you're in charge of, from people like me.

Edward Nygma, though. The only one who will be responsible for his death is himself. To think he can KILL me. To DARE, and in such a backhanded way, too.

Tsk tsk.

[PRIVATE to Nygma]

And here I thought you were a decent guy. I wasn't gonna kill ya, not right away, but you just threw that right out of my head with that stunt of yours. I gotta say, I'm kinda disappointed.

[PRIVATE to Duo]

So how long I got this time around?

[PRIVATE to Lua]

So I didn't think they'd throw me in solitary on top of gettin' killed.

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{003} death of a salesman. ...ship-man.

Tue, 17 Jul 2012 14:37:56 GMT

[Backdated to the day the flood ended because KaOS is slow.]

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OKAY.

So what smartass thinks it's funny to screw with a guy like that? Compelled to be nice to everybody? Without a single wonderful urge to crush or pulverize or kill? How do you people LIVE?!?

Well there's only one solution to this. One thing I could possibly do to make up for this wrong. One action I could take to make sure something like this doesn't happen again.

[Pause for effect, then:]

Well? Is anybody gonna ask? Does anybody want to know my grand plan to make things whole?

Anybody???

[Another pause. Then a grin, wide and dangerous.]

Can somebody tell me where this Admiral guy hangs out?

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{002} for once we were behind but now we find we are before

Thu, 12 Jul 2012 18:46:36 GMT

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I'd like to apologize after the fact for my warden, there's just no getting through to some people. Geez. If you need a hand let me know and I'll see what I can do about calling him off; guy's worse than a pit bull. Probably about the size of a little one, too.

On a separate note, I'm guessing now would probably be a great time either for charades or a bank robbery, and no that's not a suggestion.

[A/N: Ladd, clearly, is Affected, meaning he's going to be accidentally doing his best Duo impression until the flood wears off. This should be interesting?]

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{001} one kill two kill red kill blue kill

Mon, 25 Jun 2012 18:56:42 GMT

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Well that was fun! It's a shame it had to end the way it did. But I hear once you get here everybody's immortal so no harm no foul! I look forward to the next round! It's quite the accommodations you have down here. Light, no chains...it's like you're not even trying to teach any lessons! Not that I'm complaining, I don't care either way. I've got all the time in the world down here. So for now, I'll just sit quietly. Got nowhere to be right now, nothing to do, and I know better than to try to break out after I've just got you all worried about your own lives. That's good, I think we understand each other now. Don't you?

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[Barge Permissions]

Tue, 08 May 2012 17:24:55 GMT

( Permissions Form )

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[Application for lastvoyages]

Wed, 11 Apr 2012 10:57:43 GMT

User Name/Nick: KaOS
User DW: thiswasatriumph
AIM/IM: orderfromka0s
E-mail: promotedtocondiments [at] gmail [dot] com
Other Characters: Rorschach, Richie, Guerrero
( Depending on your request, whether I will laugh or get angry - that will decide your lifespan, boy. )

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