[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?
[Who is this young-Matt-Damon-looking motherfucker? Hint: It's Jason. Not yet though, now he is Captain David Webb, U.S. Army. Military Intelligence. So he's just been plucked from Ft. Meade with these totally ill shades. And BDUs. Also he is from about 1997, so he's 27ish. And if you listen hard, you miiiiight be able to catch a Midwestern accent in there. So. Have fun.]
Hey, I'm not in the Navy, and I never asked to join any damned Barge. I'm looking back on all this shit that's supposedly from me - from me in the future - like that makes a fucking lick of sense.
Huh. Looks like I'm a taciturn son of a bitch in my thirties. [Also what the fuck why is everyone calling him Jason in these past entries. Meh. He's MI, he is not unused to the prospect of being undercover.]
[The video's inadvertently activated - and it's easy to tell by the camera angle. It's pointing halfway up at the ceiling, but Bourne can still be seen, holding a picture frame in his hand and singing almost too quietly to be heard.]
[He looks at his journal and sees the recording light is on. It's switched off dispassionately, but just before the transmission cuts out, there's the shadow of some sadness on his face.]
[Jason Bourne? No such person. Meet seventeen-year-old David Webb. He enjoys long walks on the beach, jogging, and SHOOTING THINGS. Also enjoy his Missouri accent, bitches~!]
Hey guys. I'm David, in Sabre Tooth cabin...same as every year. If anyone wants to, like, go running or something, that would be cool.
I've been hunting with my dad for a while and I'm pretty good at it, so if any of the younger campers want some help with riflery, just let me know. I do archery too, but I'm not as good at it. Always up for a challenge though.
Oh, great, is this the flood where we switch genders again? Because that...
[He trails off, recognizing the voice that's now his. A pause for a few moments while he finds a reflective surface.]
...Scheiße.
I...
Marie--!
[He abruptly turns the feed off. Now to spend the next half-hour just staring into a mirror, unable to believe his eyes. And crying a little. Or a lot.]
[Private to the Admiral.] Just so we're clear, this is not what I meant when I said I wanted her back.
I can't believe what the flood made me do. I'm sickened by the whole thing - by becoming the man I used to be, and enjoying it. I had to leave - I had to make sure it wasn't going to stick when I left here.
I'm sorry if I hurt any of you. That's not who I am anymore.
Oh, and I see I've also had an inmate assigned. Armand, I'm sorry I've been absent. I'll be here if you want to talk to me, either via journal or in person.
irritated
confused
exasperated
cheerful
moody
indescribable
relieved
what the fuuuuck