ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ (mobdog) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2017-03-11 10:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2020 [03] march, bode coldiron, leo russo, marc russo, viktor scherbatsky |
Who: Bishop Coldiron, Vic Scherbatsky, Marc Russo, and Leo Russo
When: Morning of 3/2/20
Where: Austin's jail facilities
What: The Hellhounds' President and Vice President want some answers. They don't like what they hear.
The new jail is a marked improvement from La Quinta, but it’s still a holding pen. VIC: [It's hard to shake the memories of the last time he was in a room like this -- right before the Hellhounds had blown up half of Austin's old prison and they'd made their way out to freedom. Harder still is the inability to shake the guilt he feels at knowing he should've stayed in there for what he'd done, and knowing he's happier never having had the chance.] Y'all got a lot to say for yourselves, I hope. MARC: [he glances over at Leo on their side of the table, then shakes his head.] Nothing I feel like saying to the likes of you. BISHOP: [there was a whole sea of mixed emotions brought up by this room. sitting on the 'right' side of the table felt strange and a little wrong. Just over a year ago he had been one of Austin's most wanted.] You know we're real familiar with the silent treatment act. LEO: [glances towards his brother and then back to the two Hellhounds across the table.] We're not giving you the silent treatment, we just aren't about to explain ourselves to a couple of Hellhounds. VIC: You don't think what you've been doing requires any kind of explanation? MARC: What happened to 'innocent until proven guilty'? BISHOP: Reckon we all know you ain't innocent here. LEO: How are you so certain of that? VIC: What about the shit they found on you when they brought you in? LEO: What about it? VIC: What exactly were you gonna do with that? MARC: [interrupts as quickly as he can; they don't have a lawyer present, and this isn't the place for this.] You don't even know what you've done, do you? BISHOP: [leans back and crosses his arms.] We know a lot of shit we've done, you're going to need to get more specific. LEO [makes a noise.] Feeding drugs into the tunnels, that ring any bells? MARC: [explosively] Our lives were fucking ruined because of you and your peddling and you don't even give a shit. VIC: [he's trying to keep his face impassive, but it's not very successful. He silently looks to Bishop, though, waiting for him to take the lead on this conversation as President.] BISHOP: [his expression is neutral as he glances to the side at Vic, then back across the table and in an even tone replies.] Reckon neither one of you know us well enough to go assuming how we do or do not feel about what went down with the Ghouls. LEO: [throws a look in Marc's direction, willing to let his brother speak for both of them right now.] MARC: Then I have nothing to say to you. BISHOP: [his tone is still even.] So this, the fires, it was retaliation or retribution for our past sins? MARC: [despite his previous caution, he can’t help but say:] Sounds so nice when you phrase it like that, doesn't it? People died because of you, good people who never even got a chance to be anything else because of that shit you were selling. But sure, let's call it a sin and wash your hands of it and all's forgiven. I guess the city has forgiven you, considering that you're a big man on City Council and you get a perfectly normal life. If I'd have known all I needed to do to get by was start a drug racket I would've joined up when I still had the chance. BISHOP: Ain't looking to make it sound nice. Hellhounds were responsible for a lot of unneeded and pointless deaths. All of this, it was started by men who aren't even around anymore, but that doesn't change the fact that Dogs went along with that shit, we went along with it. Amnesty wasn't our call though, so the axe you have to grind may just be with the government there. MARC: I have plenty to say to them too. BISHOP: You ain't going to just burn down the Capitol? MARC: [he shrugs.] You would've, once. BISHOP: Ain't going to deny that. [pauses.] That was a different administration and a different time. MARC: Just like y'all are suddenly Mr. Good Guys now, right? VIC: I've done a lot of fucked up shit. I ain't afraid to say it. And I'm sorry we did that shit. But like he said, we weren't the people who made that choice to keep us out of jail. MARC: You ever think about all the people who got let out of La Quinta last year just so you could get out 'cause you needed to go home? How many people have suffered because the Hellhounds are so god damned special, they get to do whatever the fuck they want? BISHOP: Every fucking day. I ain't going to tell you that I'm not real damn happy to be outta that place. But that don't mean I'm oblivious to the fucking fact that people have suffered because of it. Again, busting out of La Quinta wasn't our call either. LEO: Even if it wasn't your call its the decision you would have made if it had been, isn't it? VIC: [he sets his jaw.] Yes. LEO: That's exactly what I thought. MARC: I've seen what y'all used to do to the people who bought your Prax. It wasn't just selling. BISHOP: No, it wasn't just selling. I ain't going to deny that the Hellhounds did atrocious things to the Ghouls, did you think I would? MARC: Wouldn't you? BISHOP: A year ago, maybe. A lot has fucking changed in a year. We're trying not to be the same men who tormented Austin. VIC: [they sit in silence for an uncomfortable moment before he looks over at Bishop questioningly, wondering if they've heard enough. He certainly has.] BISHOP: [catches the look Vic gives him and nods. They aren't going to get more than they have out of these two.] Reckon we could talk in circles 'bout how we've changed, but the two of you seem like your mind was made up long before you ever set foot in Austin again, so it'd just be wasted breath. MARC: [he shrugs again, glancing over at his brother.] Fine. LEO: [nods.] Whatever. VIC: All right. [he stands up, then turns to leave.] BISHOP: [he pushes his chair back, stands up and follows Vic's lead.] VIC: [they move silently out through the new jail; he doesn't speak until they're back outside, and when he does his countenance is obviously shaken.] We kind of deserved that. BISHOP: [turns towards Vic and clearly written across his features is just how that little encounter made him feel.] Pretty sure we can just take the 'kind of' outta that sentence. We deserved every fucking minute of it. Don't mean I was ready for it, though. VIC: [he nods, taking a few deep breaths as he attempts to work through what they'd just heard.] Don't even think I've seen either of them in my life. But they clearly knew who we were. What the fuck does that say about us? BISHOP: [scrubs a hand over his face.] I'd like to say that it don't mean a damn thing. But we'd both know that's a fucking lie. [sighs.] Think it means we didn't give a damn who we were hurting back then and so we never once even thought about remembering a face. VIC: Yeah. [he gives a heavy sigh.] That's kinda the conclusion I'd settled on, yeah. BISHOP: [nods in agreement.] We did a lot of fucking shitty things. Even still, I can say I wasn't ready for that sucker punch today. VIC: You know Marina's gonna be pissed as fuck when she hears about this, right? She almost ditched us when she heard about the Prax two years ago. BISHOP: Real damn pissed, and she'll have every fucking right to be. Should have gotten out of dealing Prax a long ass time ago and now we're paying for that choice. Guess we just gotta consider ourselves lucky she decided to stick around. [he pauses.] Your old lady's got more sense than all of us. VIC: Yeah. She does. [he sighs again.] Let's go. BISHOP: Yeah, let's. There ain't much point in us sticking around here, we got our answers. |