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championoftime ([personal profile] championoftime) wrote2012-07-01 08:40 pm

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[Private to Jesse | Audio]

I hope you've considered who you might visit first. I would personally recommend your brother.

Because now you're in a position to act on it.

[Private to Friends | Audio]

[Timed to later.]

I would prefer you keep it to yourselves, but it seems that finally my efforts have yielded some success. Mr. Pinkman has graduated. [And there's an element of disbelief there, too. A whole weight is lifting off of him.]

And very soon, I will be leaving.

[Private to Dr. McCoy | Audio]

I need to have a frank discussion with you, when you are in the mood and have the time.
yeahscience: ([1-3] partaaaay)

[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-07-02 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[He turns the camera back on himself, grinning broadly, a little flushed.] I-- yeah, I...[But he trails off, not totally knowing what to say to that.]

It's-- this is good, this is great. We should celebrate! Right?
yeahscience: ([1-3] listening)

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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-07-02 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[He falters a little at that, because the likelihood of someone doing to him what he did to Hoffman... He's made friends here, people he's going to miss, but he's not so stupid as to think he doesn't have more than his fair share of enemies, too. Maybe he's deserved to make enemies.]

Maybe, yeah... Or maybe just--

[But he cuts off there, because there's a loud whine from behind him. He fumbles the camera a little as he turns, a seriously upset and twitchy-looking dog scratching his front paws at the tile.] --Oh, shit, not on the new tile-- I'll call you back, Doc.

[He hastily switches off before he can ruin another bathroom, but a short while later, there's a knock at the Doctor's door.]
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yeahscience: ([1-3] :|)

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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-07-02 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
Hey. So... [He comes in, peering around.] You're already packing up, huh?
yeahscience: (mr. white - handshake)

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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-07-02 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
[He spends a few seconds looking around first, a little dazed by the sheer amount of stuff. Or possibly a little dazed by how much of it is completely unidentifiable to him. But then, instead of sitting, he approaches his warden, holding out a hand.]

So I guess... this is gonna be it, right?

[It makes him sadder than it ought to, the thought of losing the Doctor. It's for a good reason -- God knows it is, and even now, there's still a smile of near-disbelief playing at the corners of his eyes. But in all his struggling for someone to look up to... well, no one's more aware than he is that he could have done a lot worse. Good thing or not, he's gonna miss the guy.]
yeahscience: (mr. white - the only hug)

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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-07-02 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Giving up on that would mean he was used to getting hugged in the first place, and while the Barge has been kinder to him on that front than his old life, it's still not something he exactly plans for. But the truth is, he's so close to overwhelmed that he probably would have done it himself in another second, and he doesn't protest now, no matter how lame or gay or stupid it is.

He squeezes his eyes shut and puts his arms tight around the Doctor, taking a few beats to let himself
be overwhelmed with the reality of things: that here, finally, is someone who believed in him, who got him here, and it's the last time they'll see each other.]
yeahscience: ([1-3] o rly)

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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-07-03 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
What, there's parting gifts, too? No one told me about that.

[He follows, but his smile fades thoughtfully -- there's been something on his mind for a while, and as much as he wanted to see his now-ex-warden before he left, that's not the only reason for his visit.] So, what... happens now? Exactly? I just tell him when I'm ready and I wake up in my car?
yeahscience: (smile!)

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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-07-03 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
Wherever. What about whenever?

[But he's distracted for a moment by the tools, brightening up.] Whoa. Sweet. [It's not like he really knows the difference, not yet, between what's good or what's bad, or even what some of them are, but he's pretty sure he can safely assume this is capital-G Good Shit. He's already opening the box, taking them out, poring over them.] Shit, yo-- there's like, eight kinds of wrenches in here. [This is a good thing, apparently.]
yeahscience: ([1-3] hurt)

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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-07-03 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[He sits down with the toolbox, and he's going to keep playing with everything as he talks, because-- well, because Jesse, and chronically incapable of keeping his hands to himself. But he's pulled back to the issue by the Doctor's explanation, sobering up a little.]

What about a little while before I, um-- before the end? What about 20 minutes or so?

[He was so dazed after the gun went off that he doesn't have any idea how long he sat in that car, not really. But he remembers Mr. White's voice on the phone: "You'll have about a twenty minute lead."

Remembering the words after that -- "they're going to kill me" -- he amends.]


Maybe an hour?
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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-07-03 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[He is -- he so very is. But more than that, in this moment, he's daunted by the one very big choice that remains. He addresses the tools, brow creasing.]

This place... this is supposed to be about second chances, right? About doing better. And I just thought... you know, it was only twenty minutes before Victor caught up with me that I killed Gale. [He still hesitates over the word, over the name, but less than he used to. He did it. It's like the Doctor said: it's time for accountability.]

So if the whole point of this is to want to change, he'd have to let me change that, right? If I asked? Make it so I never did it?
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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-07-03 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
I know. I thought of that.

[And now he really looks agonized, because this is what makes it such a difficult choice.]

If I don't kill him, Gus is gonna kill Mr. White. I know that, that's the whole reason I had to do it in the first place. Unless... I get Mr. White out of the way first.

[He puts down the hammer he's holding and links his hands behind his head, staring at the ground.]

I'd have to call the cops on him. DEA. His brother-in-law.
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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-07-03 10:06 am (UTC)(link)
[He glances up at the Doctor at that.]

We're meth cooks, man. Nothing's safe, not a hundred percent.

But... if he makes a deal, gets some of that witness protection for the family, maybe...
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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-07-03 10:36 am (UTC)(link)
I know. I know you do.

[He sighs, sitting back, rubbing his face.] But it's... it'll kill him, Doc. It'll just kill him, his brother finding out like that. And he's my partner. Was my partner. [Is still, in a way, even if he's out of it.] It's a hard call to make.
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[personal profile] yeahscience 2012-07-03 11:03 am (UTC)(link)
[He shakes his head, absently reaching out to pet the mongoose.] They don't know me. They wouldn't get it.

And I know you're not gonna like it, but not my family, either. Just my lawyer, that's the only guy I'm talking to. He's gonna set some things up for me, check in on some folk for me, and that's it. Then I'm out.

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