august mingle;

[thecommissary]

This is the general mingle log for August. Feel free to post open top levels for: new arrivals, job duties, general hanging out in common spaces, bonding with your block, and anything else you can think of. There will not be a catch all for the event, so you can put event starters here or in their own separate log!

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[insincerus]

[ At the sound of a knock, there's a thud followed by an immediate thunk. The former, as Felix dropped the boots of the guy he was dragging, and the latter from the knife he threw into the wall down the hallway as a warning to whoever was stupid enough to make noise on their way in. It's embedded deep into the wall, blood still dripping from the blade.

It occurs to him after the throw that a voice accompanied the knock, and the words catch up to him not long after. Huh, not some person tripping over themselves in their attempt to come kill him, then — probably, anyhow. He steps over the corpse and heads around the corner with little trepidation, a wry grin spreading on his face when he sees someone he recognises from the prison, if only from a passing glance, since he's not as familiar with those from the other blocks. ]

Well, not a bad one for me. [ Jerks his chin in the direction of the body, still not visible from Squalo's angle, but the blood trail has got to be telling enough. ]

[sharktrash]

[ Well, isn't this an exciting welcome, not that he could really expect any different. The knife sails past right in front of Squalo's face. He calmly leans back a little as it passes, his expression largely not changing aside from a raised eyebrow. ]

[ As it looks like no more sharp objects are going to be flying at him, he's stepping forward to pull the knife out of the wall. ]

You dropped this. [ He throws the knife into the air, making it spin, catches it niftily and pockets it, blood and all. ] I'll hold onto it for you.

[ He looks at the blood trail, then back at Felix, gesturing vaguely in the direction of both with very fake generosity. ]

Don't let me get in the way of your housekeeping.

[ He's curious to see, most importantly. Maybe it's someone else they know, that would let him draw some... conclusions about the other man, maybe. ]

[insincerus]

[ On one hand, that’s his knife, but on the other — he has what is quite literally an endless supply, and none of them can be used against him. Those who have come to hurt him have tried, to no success. So he waves off Squalo pocketing it without concern.

He’s equally unbothered by no hand being offered in help, and nudges the corpse with a boot, causing the weight to shift and it to roll onto it’s back. Felix is only vaguely familiar with the person, who'd been some no-name trying to act tough shit. He thinks he put a bullet between the guys eyes, back when he’d killed him in the real world, but Felix hasn’t exactly kept a journal of it all of anything. ]

Would you believe the maid has not shown up for the last two two shifts? Good help is hard to find, am I right.


( ooc— sorry for the delayed response! i got kinda stuck w/felix for a few days but didn't have the time to refresh what i needed to get out of the funk.)