Journal of Morgan Adams

If anyone ever wanted to feel like a horse's ass for going and having a little fun against their better judgment, the start of this week has been perfect for that.

The last few weeks, honestly, have been completely up and down, and I've had my fair share of ... well, moments of weakness. The fact that my Inmate has been out of commission and therefore hasn't been forced to suffer any of the backlash is inconsequential. I'm glad of it, but things of late have worn me down to the point that I haven't even got much of a pithy speech to make about solidarity; I don't even know if that's what I want anymore.

But whatever the case, whether we're with or against each other, I know just as well as anybody that a lot of Wardens have felt pushed -- by circumstances, by certain people, by these latest incidents.

Just consider your words more carefully before you decide to threaten before God and everyone else that you're giving up. Or have given up. You made a commitment to be here. Even if it's in defense of your Inmate, you have to realize how backward that is from the outset. You have to be stronger than that.

[Private to West and Billy]

...So I bought you both guilt presents.

Henry, how are you feeling?

[Have an angry Morgan appearing on camera -- the room in the background appears to be bare and featureless]

Admiral, where the FUCK is he?! 

(ooc: Morgan's Item blipped and went dead, and she just found West's room empty. Yeah :|)

[--The audio on Morgan's link kicks on just in time for a loud thud of body against hard wood can be heard, and Morgan grunting in pain follows next. There's a hissing sound as she pulls air in past her teeth. Another deeper voice cuts into the feed.]

"Your name ain't important. But you'll remember ol' Victor Creed."

[An audible click can be heard close to the audio link on her belt. When Morgan speaks her voice is somewhat strained, like she's having trouble moving her jaw.]

Last warning, shit-stain.

[Gunfire is heard, and the scuffle continues.]

(ooc: Morgan is presently getting torn up here. Kurt shall save her :| This is to let someone know she's about to die though.)

[Private to West]

( Back to business, Major )

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[Locked to Wardens]

I am doing a horrible job.

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[Private to Ralphie Cifaretto]

I'd like a word with you.

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Who the Hell lets their Inmate get hold of a gun?

[Private to Major West]

Major, it looks like they're both safe now. Alive at least.

Thank you for responding so quickly.