Doctor Facilier (
changeitroundsome) wrote2015-01-01 06:59 pm
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[31st - Open spam in the pub]
[Facilier knew it was only a matter of time before he got himself a permanent Warden. He'd done well to get this far, he supposed, at least it had given him time to stockpile gris gris in the unlikely event he'd ever get his powers back proper again. It wasn't that he especially disliked Kira, either, she rankled him no more than any other average shmuck on the street, and at least she tried to be tolerable.
No, what worried him the most was that now she has his file. His whole life, there for her to read and digest. For a man who lived by his lies, for whom the truth was something never truly spoken, where the con was everything, this was decidedly Not Good. Everything he built so far here could come tumbling down like a house of cards, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. It was almost like being home again, having other people be able to hold power over him, and he hated hit.
So, when any other poor soul of prohibition would be enjoying the first new years in a lot of new years getting as sozzled as humanly possible, Facilier spent the night with just one glass of wine, thinking. As tempting as the idea was to get hammered, he'd need sobriety for this. If he could just find some way, any way, to work this colossal pain in the backside to his advantage, he might make this a somewhat bearable partnership.
He'll be civil to anyone who comes by to see him, but his usual charisma is dimmed. ]
[1st - Private to Kira]
[After a restless night, Facilier knows he has to bite the bullet. If he stays silent too long, his guilt will be damning. Best get this out and done with quickly, like ripping off a band aid. When he talks, the ease and charm is back in his tone. He needs to bring his A game to this.]
So. Looks like the Admiral decided we'd be a good fit for one another after all.
[Facilier knew it was only a matter of time before he got himself a permanent Warden. He'd done well to get this far, he supposed, at least it had given him time to stockpile gris gris in the unlikely event he'd ever get his powers back proper again. It wasn't that he especially disliked Kira, either, she rankled him no more than any other average shmuck on the street, and at least she tried to be tolerable.
No, what worried him the most was that now she has his file. His whole life, there for her to read and digest. For a man who lived by his lies, for whom the truth was something never truly spoken, where the con was everything, this was decidedly Not Good. Everything he built so far here could come tumbling down like a house of cards, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. It was almost like being home again, having other people be able to hold power over him, and he hated hit.
So, when any other poor soul of prohibition would be enjoying the first new years in a lot of new years getting as sozzled as humanly possible, Facilier spent the night with just one glass of wine, thinking. As tempting as the idea was to get hammered, he'd need sobriety for this. If he could just find some way, any way, to work this colossal pain in the backside to his advantage, he might make this a somewhat bearable partnership.
He'll be civil to anyone who comes by to see him, but his usual charisma is dimmed. ]
[1st - Private to Kira]
[After a restless night, Facilier knows he has to bite the bullet. If he stays silent too long, his guilt will be damning. Best get this out and done with quickly, like ripping off a band aid. When he talks, the ease and charm is back in his tone. He needs to bring his A game to this.]
So. Looks like the Admiral decided we'd be a good fit for one another after all.
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Truth, I don't mind. See, when you die, most've your secrets are laid bare anyway.
I could tell you truths about meself...
Starting with the idea that every real friend I've made, I've chased off through shite behavior. Drug use. Or, y'know, death - the big one.
Death don't tell lies.
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Then you met a lot of folk who had very low tolerance levels.
[A pause.] No. It don't.
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Do you like you?
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[Good for Mason, he gets to be the one person Facilier Doesn't Want to Murder.]
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Can never figure out why.
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