this is where it started for me.

Come one, come all, to greencat3's "How's My Driving?" post for Jason Bourne!

Now for the guidelines:

-Don't post anonymously. If you've got a grievance with how I play, I'd much prefer if you tell me right out. That way I can contact you back and ask you further questions.
-I'm sure this is a no-brainer, but flames will not be tolerated. You can offer criticism without being a dick.
-Seriously, be nice.
-If you need to contact me for something you'd rather not say on a public forum, you can reach me on AIM at TeriyakiPickle or Gtalk/email at greencat3 [at] gmail [dot] com.

That's about it. Comment away!

[Private to Santadmiral. Backdated and sent from his communicator while he was off gallivanting around wherever the hell he ran off to.]

You know what I want. And I know that the nature of the deal ensures that I won't get it until I help someone to graduation. So all I'm asking for is an inmate who isn't a giant pain in the ass.

For Claire, a pair of green Ugg boots, and some good hot chocolate for us to share and remind us of when we first met. Godiva, maybe.

For David - and I can't believe I'm asking for anything for him - his cat, Megadeth. And all the necessary trappings, litterbox, etc. Maybe if he has something to take care of, something that's dependent on him, he might start to grow some responsibility. And on the off-chance he ends up as a rat again, the cat can eat him. So there's that.

And...I know he's not there anymore. But hell, I might as well try. If you could give Costigan a present, wherever he is...he was a good guy. I don't know where inmates go when they fail, if they go anywhere...but a Red Sox cap for him would be nice.

Hell. If you can bring Marie back to me, getting something to Costigan shouldn't be a problem. At least he's been on the Barge before.

[Guess whose ass just woke up from being mindzonked by the Admiral since before the port? This guy. And he's learned about developments. Like his inmate involuntarily peaceing out. And he is not pleased.

A loud, frustrated, "Goddamnit!" can be heard, and it's clear that his communicator then makes high-speed contact with a wall. It lingers on video for a few seconds before shutting down.]

Wonder who's on the network this time...

[Private to the Admiral.]
Please remove Rachel Berenson's morphing power. She's proven that she cannot be trusted with it.

[Private to Rachel.]
What did you expect to gain from that?

[Even though this Paris is different - this Paris has changed - it's still Paris to him, and he hates that the Admiral's forced him to be here. He could do without the memories this place dredged up, the ones since his awakening on the fishing boat off Marseilles. Even the ones before then, the dim ones that were half-present, still hurt.

He half-considers visiting his old apartment, visiting what used to be Treadstone's Parisian base of operations, but dismisses the thought. No. He has no need to.

So he walks, keeping his eyes peeled as he inspects the city, and letting the crisp October air clear his head.

He tries not to dwell on the dog-eared paperbacks in his room, the ones that almost make sense but don't quite. He tries not to dwell on the arbitrary capriciousness of the Admiral and the loss of one of his only friends.

And he tries very hard not to dwell on why in the hell he got stuck with another goddamn kidnapping, body-snatching Animorph for an inmate.]

[Private to the Admiral.]

You bastard. You utter bastard.

He was one of the good guys. He had a chance to get out of here the good way, to graduate. He had a chance. Hell, he was better than most of the wardens here. You know, I've never been clear on graduation. How does it work? Whose standards are they held to? Yours? Mine? Do you just pick pairings at random out of a hat or do you actively work to prolong their suffering? And where the hell do they go when we fail? Hell? Nothingness? Another Barge, to start the whole goddamn process over again?

Maybe I could have helped him. Damn you, it would have made more sense than putting me with David. All I did was damage both of us further. I ruined it. I could have helped both of them and I ruined it.

Is this some kind of joke to you?

Fuck you. Just...fuck you.

[Public. Text.]

He's an arbitrary son-of-a-bitch.

Unpaired again, thank God.

[Warden Filter]
Does anyone know anything about an author named Robert Ludlum?

[Private to Will Parry]
David probably doesn't want me talking to you, but there are some things you need to know about him that wouldn't be in his file.

[OOC: LJ is not letting me upload icons, but Bourne is now a black-backed jackal! I won't be responding to flood comments until I can upload icons but I wanted to get this out there. He can be understood by other animals, but not unaffected people.]

[Warden Filter]

[A black-backed jackal does its level best to lineface at the camera. It's dripping wet - looks like the flood hit someone in the shower.

While Bourne may be sopping wet, his tone is dry:] This is not my fault.

[Private to Claire, Costigan, and David, individually]
Are you all right?

[Warden Filter.]

I'd like to address the concerns raised by Tim Drake in his most recent post. Namely, that I used torture on David as punishment for when he kidnapped and impersonated me for a week. I didn't.

David was not harmed or mistreated, and that can be corroborated by both another warden and another inmate. I was teaching him a lesson about the misuse of his powers; he's been unethical with them in the past. The only way to get through to him was to use a punishment that would stick. I saw no viable alternative, and if one had been available I would have used it.

And I was angry. I'm no saint, but saintliness is not in the job description.

The punishment was harsh; so was what he did. I underestimated how much it would affect him, but I will not apologize for doing my job.

Lynch me for that if you want.