yourunichase | Oh so pissed off.

You know what? Fuck him. I'm not sorry. I was going to apologize and admit that I'd lost my fucking temper and try to explain why, but then I fucking see that he's stirring shit against me in a filter that I can't see.

Neil Howie was deliberately fucking provoking me into a fight. He called into question my being a warden even before this little tiff. He accused me and every fucking graduated warden of being corrupt, a criminal and a fucking being bad at doing their job. He accused us of being fucking wrong for our inmates.

He can go fuck himself. He was intentionally attempting to get me to snap when all I wanted to fucking do was talk to him about some of the shit that was going on.

And every fucking warden who shares his opinion of the fucking redemption process can fucking get the hell out of here too.

[Filtered to Graduated wardens.]

This is bullshit. He called us, all of us criminals, corrupt and said that he didn't fucking believe in redemption. Keep on your fucking guard around him. From everything he fucking said it sounds like his opinion wasn't exactly in the god damn minority. I gotta admit that I've felt like it before, but Howie'd fucking told me that he trusted us more than other wardens. Yeah, and apparently it's all bullshit.

He's nothing but a fucking liar. Also, he used details about my fucking file he shouldn't have. And details about your files too.

[Filtered to inmates]

This is what you have to look forward to. Congratulations. So much for the wardens believing in us, huh? Be wary, he had details from the files of myself and other inmates that he fucking shouldn't.

[Private to Aleera]
I want to talk to you.

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Maybe that's how he wants it to look. But think about it - they wouldn't let us be in charge of their fucking food, or Snape hand out potions, or any of that shit, if they didn't trust us.

I wanna know how he got info on me. What did he say? Uhura wouldn't have fucking told him, and neither would have Laura.

Yeah, or maybe it's that we've got jobs that only inmates do. Ever wonder why they didn't let any wardens work in the kitchen, but then suddenly it was okay with me?

He talked a lot of shit about killing people and you doing drugs.

...Because I fudged it, Parker. I lied to get around the system.

Parker, we're in charge of the fucking knives.

Drugs. Did he mention what drugs? Because... I offer to help folks with addiction, even a dumb shit copper should be able to put that one together, but if he knew the fucking... Tell me what he said, or I'm going to scoop his eyeballs out with a blunt spoon.

Please, people know.

I'm trying to fucking calm down so I don't fucking shoot him, you know!

He didn't fucking mention what kind of drugs, but he mentioned that you'd been both dealing an fucking using. And he touched his fucking arm.

And I'm telling you. He's a tosser, everyone else is okay.

...the snooping bloody bastard.

...Everyone else is okay my fucking ass.

Eames, Howie... c'mon, who else, Parker?

Paddy, I really don't want to fucking talk about this anymore. I'm getting more and more mad every time some fucking asshole starts talking to me about how maybe Howie's under some stress or some shit. It's not helping.

Well that's also bullshit. He's just their precious white hat who can't do anything wrong, y'know. A fucking copper through and through.

Let's just find a way to chill out and not prove him and his asshole friends right.

I know. I'm pissed. And I'm fucking skipping dinner. Sorry.

Love, I wouldn't want to let you near the knives.

I shall bring you dinner and stories of how Howie took his bacon 'n' spit dinner.

I wouldn't stab him. Too many fucking people around.

I love you, Paddy-cakes. Bacon and spit is one of the reasons why.

I just meant chopping whilst angry is how you lose a finger.

I love you too, Parker.

Oh so pissed off.

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