Post by idiotj on Aug 20, 2007 21:01:24 GMT -5
"Hey," Robert took a seat across from the glass pane and picked up the phone. J picked up the phone on her side, too.
"Hey," she responded, looking as she always did: bored, displeased with her surroundings.
"What's up?" Robert asked, because J learned that what was going on in her tiny jail cell was always going to be more exciting than what goes on in 667.
"Nothing. Folded laundry. Looked into Islam--for the lulz, you know, me being in prison and all? How's your James?"
Robert cocked his head slightly to the side. J realized her mistake.
"Your job," she corrected. "Your fancy new job. G-Mod."
"It's fine. Not much to do at the place, especially now that you're banned."
"It's not too bad. I'll be getting out soon," the noise that followed was something between a laugh and a scoff. "Revolving door system. Works for me,"
It didn't, however, work for James. Upon returning to 667, Robert noticed James had a Moderator badge on his chest and Tragedy sat on his throne, smiling and lazing about with his face resting on his fist. James was desperately begging, his actions vaguely reminiscient of Snicket's, only less cute, far more serious. James meant business---srs intrnet bsnes, which Snicket had long since learned to forget.
"It's not only the fact that she makes fun of me," James said. "She's generally harmful and hurtful to society. She should be exiled. Banished. She never learns."
Tragedy nodded, half-listening. Hating J was nothing new; banishing her or sentencing her to death was not a novel idea to take into consideration. "You are now moderator, you should go discuss other issues of national security with Robert. Lo!, he returns. Go and greet him."
"I shall!" James said purposefully. "I shall greet him, and I shall discuss important, grave matters with Triangle Eyes as well. It is my duty as moderator, I shall fulfill them to the best of my abilities."
James took off, tripping over his feet as he headed over to Robert.
TBC
"Hey," she responded, looking as she always did: bored, displeased with her surroundings.
"What's up?" Robert asked, because J learned that what was going on in her tiny jail cell was always going to be more exciting than what goes on in 667.
"Nothing. Folded laundry. Looked into Islam--for the lulz, you know, me being in prison and all? How's your James?"
Robert cocked his head slightly to the side. J realized her mistake.
"Your job," she corrected. "Your fancy new job. G-Mod."
"It's fine. Not much to do at the place, especially now that you're banned."
"It's not too bad. I'll be getting out soon," the noise that followed was something between a laugh and a scoff. "Revolving door system. Works for me,"
It didn't, however, work for James. Upon returning to 667, Robert noticed James had a Moderator badge on his chest and Tragedy sat on his throne, smiling and lazing about with his face resting on his fist. James was desperately begging, his actions vaguely reminiscient of Snicket's, only less cute, far more serious. James meant business---srs intrnet bsnes, which Snicket had long since learned to forget.
"It's not only the fact that she makes fun of me," James said. "She's generally harmful and hurtful to society. She should be exiled. Banished. She never learns."
Tragedy nodded, half-listening. Hating J was nothing new; banishing her or sentencing her to death was not a novel idea to take into consideration. "You are now moderator, you should go discuss other issues of national security with Robert. Lo!, he returns. Go and greet him."
"I shall!" James said purposefully. "I shall greet him, and I shall discuss important, grave matters with Triangle Eyes as well. It is my duty as moderator, I shall fulfill them to the best of my abilities."
James took off, tripping over his feet as he headed over to Robert.
TBC