The thirst for self-torture

Cricket Bondurant, 39 years old, the Capitol is where I call home. But not the part you see.

[tobyklaus]

Perhaps you aren’t as smart as you think you are.

[creeping-cricket]

How I love hearing what you have to say.

[tobyklaus]

Maybe you should hire better workers.

[creeping-cricket]

Oh, I wonder how I have never thought of that one.

[creeping-cricket]

AllI ask for around here is simple things, and nothing ever seems to get done.

[bloodandtitanium-blog]

"I locked Dylan in the closet." 

[creeping-cricket]

Hmm...Good for you.

[bloodandtitanium-blog]

[creeping-cricket]

What is so amusing, Miss. Gray?

[ophelia-gallagher]

My business has nothing to do with your operations, Mr. Paranoid.

[creeping-cricket]

Well maybe I just wanted to know what you were doing down here. People don't just, wander down here.

[ophelia-gallagher]

Condescending nicknames and speaking with authority doesn’t make it your business, y’know. And doesn’t make you want to tell me any more.

[creeping-cricket]

I run operations around here, and if you don't tell me what you're doing, things could get very bad.

[ophelia-gallagher]

None of your business.

[creeping-cricket]

Oh honey, it is my buisness.

[ophelia-gallagher]

A lot of people do. Hazards of the profession.

[creeping-cricket]

I suppose...Now may I ask why you are around here?

[ophelia-gallagher]

Considering I don’t even know your name, I think you’ll survive.

[creeping-cricket]

But I know your name, girl.

[ophelia-gallagher]

Message received, but you’re just making me more curious.

[creeping-cricket]

Wonderful.

[ophelia-gallagher]

I’m usually good at it.

[creeping-cricket]

Well what I do is none of your buisness.

[ophelia-gallagher]

I creep when I’m bored.

[creeping-cricket]

What makes you think that that's a good idea?

[ophelia-gallagher]

Caught me.

[creeping-cricket]

Hmp...It's nothing new.

[ophelia-gallagher]

[creeping-cricket]

Snooping around, are we?

[bloodandtitanium-blog]

"Oh, I dunno. Why don’t you tell me what’s going in the delightful head heads of yours?” 

Erika reached backed and unfastened her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor with her shirt and shorts. She’d missed this back in 13—the flirting and the flaunting and the subtle manipulation. 

“You don’t mind if I get a little more comfortable, do you?” 

[creeping-cricket]

My head is a delightful place, yes. But I don't think you want to know what's going on in there right now.

I don't mind at all, Erika.

[bloodandtitanium-blog]

"And believe me when I say I can do many more.” 

[creeping-cricket]

And what might you be thinking?