InsaneJournal

{ day 189 } action | open
[ a certain sulky murderer is still thoroughly dissatisfied with this whole "prison" arrangement. one would think he would have grown used to it, given that his life has been a life led in captivity for years anyway-- but he hasn't. the banality of this place, the stiflingly mundane atmosphere, is making him restless. the recent excitement hadn't been enough; he'd jumped at a chance to kill when it came to him days ago, and now he can't quite shake it-- that urge to kill, to crush with his hands or open someone up with a flash of cold steel.

perhaps an evening walk will do him some good.

it's been too long since he has heard any word from jessica, and thus he ventures into sector four. he moves through the place with the same calculated grace as always, never betraying the faint, impotent rage he feels at the thought that she might be gone. the idea that she might have slipped away without a word, without a trace, without a chance for him to see her face or hear her voice again, like odinson and rand-- atton, that smug fool who he had so dearly wished to hurt again-- is unacceptable. he is not accustomed to loss, and even though he knows he must accept that things have been taken from him and, in mentat fashion, carry on, he can't help but feel cheated. not mournful, not sorrowful, but hateful-- and he'd almost like to take a moment or an hour or perhaps the whole evening to submit to that anger.

so he does. he thinks extensively about it, analyzing that bitterness and rage as he stalks through the prison in whatever comfortable shadows he can find. he takes to wandering through sector four and quatro park at first, eventually ending up in the winery at some point in the night for a bit of light drinking, further sulking, and, of course, glaring at anyone who passes by. ]