Don't Worry

Multi-ship, Multi-verse, OC and AU friendly

[damntragedy-archive]

   “A fight is going on inside me; it is a terrible fight between two wolves.

   One is evil – it is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

   The other is good – it is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.

   The same fight is going on inside you – and inside every other person, too.”

                 “Which wolf will win?”

    “The one you feed.”

                                             Ind. Semi-Private. Multi-Muse.

[angelkillers]

Sooo, probably gonna archive this blog. I’ll be moving the muses somewhere else. It’ll probably be on a multi-muse blog with other muses [oh no, how terrible] so we’ll see how things go.

[thuglivez-archived]

“Don’t I fuckin know it,” he growled. He cracked his knuckles and looked away gritting his teeth. He didn’t want to be crazy but sometimes he thought Ian’s crazy had rubbed the fuck off on him. “I’m not depressed. I know what that shit’s like and it’s not me.” He looked up out of the corner of his eye, his mouth hanging open slightly as she shuffled the cards. He gave her a sarcastic look; how cute. “Yeah well. I’m not anything special. Just a piece of shit… Mickey,” he offered grudgingly.

[aceofcrime]

“So ya not crazy then?” Ace questioned. Interesting, that’s for sure. She slipped the card back in and started messing with the cards again. “I ain’t nothin’ special either.” She said, this time doing a different kind of shuffle. “Just a gal who got inta her daddy’s play toys and made a big mess of it all.” She ended her shuffle and flipped the top card up, dropping it on the table. It revealed the Joker. “That ain’t supposed ta be in there. Gotta keep those wild cards out, ya know?” She played the deck on the table by the card. It was easy to tell that the Joker card did not belong in that deck at all.

[thuglivez-archived]

Mickey couldn’t pull himself out of his own ass, drowning in pathetic self pity. He shook his head. “Real fuckin interestin. I told ya I’m nothin but a thug,” he groused. He lost his game and gathered the cards, smacking them back down on the table. He had been left to rot several fuckin times but it seemed useless to complain, make it into a stupid shitty pissing contest. “Why are you fuckin talking to me?”

[aceofcrime]

“Don’t cha know? Us crazies like ta eat the normies alive.” Ace picked up the cards that he left on the tablet. She snatched up the cards he placed on the tablet. A couple of the orderlies went stiff at the action. Ace grinned as she casually began playing with the cards. “People keep pickin’ at cha because you ain’t tha right kinda crazy. Ya either a thug who’s gangsta got cha in, or ya got some kind of non-threatening illness goin’ on. Let me guess; depression?”  She broke the deck in four parts between her fingers and spun the cards in her hand. She shuffled them together, doing the complicated shuffle with practiced ease. “Ya see, I don’t really like tha crazies very much, at least not the ones in here. Ya seemed the most interestin’.” She held the deck out towards him, pushing the top card out so he would pick that one up. When he did, it revealed the Ace of Spades. “The name’s Ace.”

[aceofcrime]

Starter call, lovelies 

[bloodthirstybirdbabe]

“I suppose it depends who you’re talking to. But if you’re asking me, I’d still say suicide. All voices come from somewhere. Why do you or perhaps you ask?”

[aceofcrime]

“Well, yeah, the voices neva’ stop, ya know.” It was obviously a joke. “Nah, I am far too proud ta kill myself- or murder myself. I think I mighta got confused along the way.”

[thuglivez-archived]

Mickey smirked proudly. His reputation was quiet but deadly. “Yeah well lots of assholes in here think they’re big fuckin tough guys. I don’t start shit. I just finish it,” he bragged. He felt his stomach fill with cold fear as she spoke. He understood exactly what the fuck she meant. He bit his lip and sighed sadly. “Normal? I don’t even know anyone in this shitty ass city. I should’ve never come!” He began to raise his voice, his blood heating, until the guards stared him down. “I mean. I’m more doomed.”

[aceofcrime]

“I know a few people, but they left me in ‘ere to rot. Do ya know what it’s like ta be in solitary for a year? They shear your hair, try ta take away who ya are. They don’t want ya ta get better in Max. They just want ta keep ya there.” Ace drummed her fingers on the desk, just know noticing the tick of the clock again. “Ya’re not a serial killer, no masta’mind eitha, I bet. If ya were, the moment you snapped, they woulda thrown yer ass in Max before ya knew what was happening.” Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. “I ain’t eva’ started anythin’ but it feels like I’ve neva saw the light of day.” She clicked her tongue. There wasn’t really a point or a direction to the conversation. It felt like she was just talking now until she circled back to his last comment. “For all intents and purposes, I don’t know anyone outside of these walls. People have eitha forgotten about me or hate me.”

[aceofcrime]

@bloodthirstybirdbabe liked this for a starter

“If someone has multiple personalities and they kill themselves, is it suicide or murder?”

[thuglivez-archived]

 Mickey held back a chuckle when he heard her description of her crimes, definitely someone who did not fuckin understand that murder was wrong but that was pretty par for the rodeo around here. He hid his own sadness by keeping his gaze away from her. They thought he was just off because he couldn’t give two shits less about his own well-being but really he was just a heartbroken pussy resigned to his fate. “Only when people annoy the fuck out of me,” he responded, throwing her a pointed look. “What’d you learn anyway?” he asked curiously despite himself.

[aceofcrime]

“I’m guessin that’s often because tha guards are lookin’ at cha like ya’re ready to jump at anyone any minute now.” She gave a sly glance at the guards. Although her focus had been on Mickey and his cards, it became obvious that she was aware of everyone and everything around her. “I learned that even if I stopped bein’ insane and got outta this hellhole, I got nothin’ going’ fa’ me. No job, no education, no friends, no normal family. I’m essentially doomed so what am I supposed ta do?”

[thuglivez-archived]

Mickey gave the girl a dead pan look. “You got some kind-a problem or some shit? Most of these whack jobs do. Me, I’m just a thug and apparently a bad one too,” he bitched. He bit the inside of his cheek and resisted the urge to flip her off. The loneliest card game for the loneliest asshole–she had to point out the fuckin symbolism. “I don’t play well with others,” he said, looking back down to mind his own fuckin business.

[aceofcrime]

“They say I’m delusional with an inability to understand right from wrong.” With how it was said, it sounded like she didn’t believe it herself, just quoting what they told her. It was a correct diagnosis before, her parents never did teach her morality, but she now knew full well what she did. “They tried so hard ta make me conform, but I just learned a thing or two instead.” Even if she did get out of there, she had no where to go. There was no future for her. “Do ya get inta fights a lot?”

[thuglivez-archived]

Since Mickey landed himself in Arkham, he’d been despondent at best, damn right uncooperative at worst–he was fucking stuck–in some hybrid-ass place that was like prison and Ian’s mind in one. It was hard to muster up any energy or desire when he was living such a nightmare. When he was good, which mostly meant quiet, they wold send him to the common room where he played solitaire over and fucking over again. He didn’t look up when he heard the voice, just flipped his cards mindlessly. “None of your fuckin business? What about you?” He growled defensively. He’d only had fights with other inmates so far and he was distinctly aware of the orderlies’ eyes on him as he was approached. 

[aceofcrime]

She didn’t seem particularly bothered by his dismissive nature. After what she had been through in Arkham, a cranky low life hardly bothered her. “Robbery.” She then added as if it was an afterthought. “And murder...s.” Ace looked at the game he was playing on his own. “Huh, solitaire. The loneliest card game.” Her voice was wistful as she tilted her head. She looked over at him. It was interesting. People in low max didn’t really look very crazy, especially the gangsters who tricked their way into the asylum.

[aceofcrime]

Starter call, lovelies 

[redcladnerd-moved-deactivated20]

“And just what happened to being less vulgar? Anyway, I did at one point. No idea where it wound up.”

[aceofcrime]

“Well, let’s get ta lookin’ then.”

[aceofcrime]

@thuglifemickm 

It was congregation, or whatever the fuck it was called, where all the ‘well behaved’ inmates were stuck in a room and left to socialize and entertain themselves. It was only the second time Ace was allowed, having just been moved from Max security. She plopped down in a chair near a thuggish looking fella. It felt like forever since she talked to anyone. Most of her completely androgynous, she asked in a distinctly feminine voice. “What cha in for?”  There was probably a rule about asking people why they were there, but who did she care?

[redcladnerd-moved-deactivated20]

“I see– well if you find my Klingon dictionary, you’re welcome to use it.”

[aceofcrime]

“You have a Klingon dictionary? Ya fuckin’ nerd.”

[themurderousintent]

Passing out, will do starters and drafts tomorrow

[aceofcrime]

Fuck, writing’s Ace’s speech is a hard switch.