It didn’t take long for Kelly to work through the other’s plan, as it was, that was the only option they had, seeing that Barry Simon had gotten away with murderin’ that other lady and all, but still, doubt lingered in her mind, one she couldn’t afford to be losing. With worker after worker, it did seem like a conspiracy, as her pointed glare bore into Nathan’s skull, trying to ignore any of his thoughts for the lack of a better a plan.
“And you ‘fink that that I’ve ‘ad a body count before all this shite? You absolute twat! This place didn’t do nothin’ to us, nothing for us either—but that don’t mean it turned us into killers. I reckon that was all our own doing! Remember that first guy, yeah? He was out for our blood—after that, every single person that walks through them doors never ‘ad a chance, ‘specially when they don’t giving a flying shit ‘bout us.”
Thick accent played out in a miffed tone, Kelly couldn’t hide her frustrations much and that only grew more obvious as she continued, the idea that this community service was all a ploy. “I know somethings wrong if you start makin’ sense.” Adding into the words, and into the idea that this was to just lock ‘em up, she knew she’d end up there sooner or later. It was in her blood, but that was before all this power shit came with the storm too.
“What a fuckin’ loon idea, yeah. Spoons, to what? Dig out concrete walls? I reckon you wouldn’t last two minutes in a cell—which is why’ve we got to get rid of him. We’ve done it before—so long as we don’t leave a trail.” Kelly took another look at the body, taking a moment to kneel before grabbing at his hands. “Take the feet then—we gotta lug him to that freezer storage, yeah? Before the others get ‘ere. We can deal with a more permanent solution later.”
❝ Okay, okay, no need for the aggression. Let’s face it, if I hadn’t turned up,
you’d be off all — ❞
Expression morphs into exaggerated horror, and a pitched-high mimicry of a scream
drags out for a few seconds too long to be amusing. A moment later, he snaps back,
lips curling into his characteristic impish grin.
❝ You should be thankin’ me. I’m the man with the plan here. ❞
A petulant huff of reluctant breath, and he tugs jumpsuit sleeves further over his hands,
as though the mere prospect of touching the body is too revolting to consider — as
needlessly dramatic as ever, considering the far worse things they’ve been forced to
do. Nevertheless, after a bracing moment, he crouches, fingers curling around the
man’s ankles, though he makes no move to rise — merely gazes expectantly up to
her, brow quirked. He’s already harbouring the full intention of putting in as little personal
effort as he can get away with.
❝ Hurry up, then. If this is how it’s gonna be, me doin’ all the heavy liftin’, you can
drag ‘im there yourself. ❞
And, directly contradictory to his attempt to rush her —
❝ Hang on, what d’you mean I wouldn’t last two minutes? I’d do amazin’ in prison.
You’ve seen me, yeah? Beautiful. They’d be fallin’ over themselves. Work my
charm, try an’ stomach the fact that they’re all really unattractive, throw in my
naturally loveable universal appeal, and bam. In charge in a month, tops, through
seduction alone. An’ what are they gonna do, kill me? Nah, ‘cause hang on, I’m
immortal. I’m basically a god! You wish your mind-readin’ shit was anywhere
near this useful. All you get to do is perv on people’s — ❞
He cuts himself off with a startled sound of epiphany, the probation worker’s leg briefly
slipping from his grasp as he points to her.
❝ — wait, wait, wait! We all get arrested together, right? Forget the spoons and
the thing about me bein’ a prison bitch — and don’t tell anyone about that. Nah,
me, Barry, and Curtis, we’d take the place by storm in days. Barry’s invisible
thing, he can do loads of shit with that. Somethin’ goes wrong, Curtis turns back
time. I’ll still be in charge, obviously, ‘cause I’ve got the looks an’ star power, but
it’d be a team effort, so I’d still give ‘em, like, ten percent of the credit. 'Course,
you an’ Alisha would be in a ladies’ prison, and I’m not gonna lie to you, man,
you two are fucked, ‘cause neither of you can do that clever shit with your
powers. But us, we’d be fine! ❞
An anticipatory beat, two, and then —
❝ Oh, right, movin’ the body. Stop distractin’ me! ❞
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