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( vin )

spam - open.

[Eventually, Stark can get Vin to go away. It takes some doing, but she can't sit there all day and Stark won't let her. Besides, he doesn't have any intention of cooling his heels in the infirmary for long.]

[He's feeling a little better from swooning just outside his door which means he's good enough to not be there by his logic. This logic, of course, is inherently flawed, but logic's never been Stark's strong suit even on a good day. So, he pushes himself out of bed and makes his way to the inmate showers though there are plenty of times he's stopped, leaning on a wall in the hallway. When he does get to the showers, he doesn't bother to strip or even close the curtain, just turns it on and sits. After being covered in dirt, blood, what he hopes was mud, and everything in between, Stark's relieved to just feel the water for a while. He alternates between just sitting with his eyes closed and spacing out looking at his new bug-machine arm trying to determine just what the hell this week has been for him.]

[Maybe it's stubbornness. Maybe it's stupidity. It's possibly both. But Stark doesn't head straight back to his cabin. Instead, he makes his way up to the deck. Lying down on a bench, he opts to dry out here than sit and stew in his cabin. Not that he isn't still stewing, but it's a more public stewing if only because he can't quite figure out if he's exhausted or restless yet.]

[And, of course, at no point has he bothered to cover up Lucifer's armor, but he does keep his new left arm as tucked away as possible.]

video - day one.

[The camera flips on to show a relatively petite blonde. Or maybe it's just the fact the clothes on her right now are clearly not only men's, but for a man much taller and bulkier than she is. She'd maybe be pretty, or at the very least, average-looking if it wasn't for the scars that line the visible parts of her skin. There was a time when she was self-conscious about them, but not so much anymore.]

Okay, veeery funny, guys. You got me.

[She doesn't sound all that amused though. If anything, bordering on annoyed.]

Where the hell are my clothes? I'll tell you what, whoever took them? Just knock on my door. I'll close my eyes and open it. You leave them and go. No fuss, no muss, no getting your ass kicked for breaking into my cabin in the first place.

I think we can all agree that's fair.

spam - day two & three.

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( spam day two & three )

video.

[Stark has his good days and he has his bad days. Today is one of the bad days.]

[Stark is emptying his pockets and haphazardly tosses his communicator down on the dresser. It's upside down, but the video feed is triggered on. He's humming, occasionally a slurred word here and there slips out. But there's one word that he avoids saying and even seems to pause in his humming over: Alice.]

[He stumbles over to the bed and flops down on it with next to no grace even for him. He keeps a hand on her pillow, but otherwise stays away from it. Even in his drunken stupor, it's like there's a barrier between him and that side of the bed.]

[Today is a bad day, but this is the best he's felt all day. Maybe in a long while. (Or rather since the last time he got this drunk.) The angel in his head has shut up, he's too drunk to care about much of anything. He knows that doesn't say much about him. But you know what? He's fine with that. He gropes around for another bottle to find its empty and lets it drop out of his hand onto the floor before putting his arm over his eyes, stilling humming that goddamn song.]

day one - spam.

[Stark does not take the network. Only an idiot would display their hand that easily and quickly. While not the sharpest tool in the shed, Stark is also not that stupid. He spends his time casually reading through everyone's messages instead.]

[From what he gathers, it's a flood. That would explain the differences in that it would seem he's supposed to be on the opposite end of this warden-inmate business. Fan-fucking-tastic. At least the boat isn't falling apart anymore. It almost makes him wonder who managed to get through, but he falls short of caring by a hair.]

[Instead of announcing his presence, Stark instead starts laying down a few peepers. Don't mind him setting up some innocuous eyeballs about the place. Really, it's fine.]

day two - text - vin.

[There's one person he reaches out to though he's unsure of what he'll find. It's worth a shot.]

you're quiet.

day two - spam.

[Stark is getting restless and, even worse, bored.]

[He spends most of his time on the deck and hallways, maybe sending out a hex or two to cause some pain or at the very least a mild headache out of annoyance. He wants to kill something. More accurately, he wants to tear something apart down to its molecular level and then reconstruct it back into some unrecognizable mass. Unfortunately, most of his favorite playthings don't seem to be aboard any longer. Pity. He'll just have to find someone else.]

[It's their lucky day.]

day three - video.

[Stark finally decides to break his silence on the network. He's had about enough of this place. He's sitting in the middle of a room with thirteen doors around him. He prefers that to sitting around in his office of a cabin, what can he say?]

Don't you guys ever get bored of this monotonous bullshit? I mean, I'm not exactly expecting top-notch entertainment out of you drytt, but this is absurd. It almost makes you miss cable.

((ooc: Stark is from the Pocket Full of Soul plot aka mirror!verse. He's back to being big bad Lucifer. So, have fun.))

( Text for Vin )

voice.
I can't believe I'm the one saying this, but have any of you considered--I don't know.

Zen meditation? Yoga? Deep breathing? Excessive drinking?

[This wasn't always Stark's life. It actually used to be pretty decent. He had a job. He had someone to come home to at night.]

[But then Alice was killed and, more or less, nothing was done about it. Stark doesn't have very many options as far as taking things into his own hands, so what was he supposed to do? He stopped going to work and drank more than he ate. After a while, he had to start selling things out of the house. After that, he lost the house entirely. But he doesn't complain about his lot in life. It just didn't seem right that he should keep breathing and keep living their life without her. That's the real problem. There's no her. She doesn't get her life.]

[Stark's usually easy to find a pub. He just got fired (again), which isn't unusual. Typically he works long enough to get enough money in his pocket that he can start drinking (again). Sobriety isn't a thing he's interested in for extended periods of time and he's pretty short on friends. If he's not sitting on his own, he's getting into a fight and being tossed out. One of these days, he's going to start a fight with the wrong person, but he doesn't much care about that. If it's the end of him, so what?]

[When he's not drinking in a pub, Stark can be found outside. Without a roof over his head, he usually settles on whatever stoop he can find, using Candy as a pillow. Though from time to time, she curls up on top of him when he's particularly annoyed her as he often does. She's usually trying to talk him into getting his life together and not being so reckless, but he's pretty adept at ignoring her when he wants to.]

[In short, he's a homeless and drunken mess trying to ignore the fact he's alive. Enjoy.]

( TL;DR Spam )

( spam )
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i don't want to change the world

i just want to leave it colder

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Stark. Just Stark.