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[cactusy]

1) Post your characters, one per comment
2) Go around with your characters and have them ask other characters questions-- anything goes!
3) Forced honesty time! Lying is impossible because of reasons
4) ICly discuss the confessions and revelations

Comments

Rust Cohle

[aluminumandash]

Make sure you wanna know.

Re: Rust Cohle

[cactusy]

Scale of one to ten, how messed up are you?

[aluminumandash]

[ Takes a six-hour drag on his cigarette... ] Seven? The death thing, you know, provided your experiences are borne out, that bumps it up to an eight, eight point five.

Been trying to tell you but I can't do it over the walkie.

[cactusy]

I probably can't do much to help.

[aluminumandash]

Why not?

[cactusy]

BT6 isn't wrong about me being bad with people. Working with 'em, sure, I can do that. Helping them deal with their emotional issues, though? No way.

[aluminumandash]

Ah, I'm not...shopping for a shrink. I don't— [ Need to be treated like a person, but something freezes the words in his throat. ] think of myself that way.

I need someone to tell me if I get worse. Need a second opinion on a few things. Observable phenomena.

[cactusy]

Got it. Yeah, we run into each other, I can do that. You do me if I do you?

[aluminumandash]

There's gotta be a better option for you. I don't even taste right.

But yeah.

[cactusy]

My only other option is a pain in the ass who's decided we're best buddies and she can fix me. No thanks.

[salamanca]

Sameen. You trying to hit that? Yes or no?

[cactusy]

No, thanks.

[salamanca]

Hey, chica — I would. Now that I know what you look like. [ Winks. ]

[cactusy]

Also no thanks; I can't believe you thought that'd work.

[salamanca]

You'd be surprised! Sometimes it does! Worth a shot, right? You even said I was a ten out of ten. [ Eyebrow waggle. ]

[cactusy]

I said I was a ten out of ten on the fucked-up scale, but nice try.

[salamanca]

Damn! I tried.

Okay, new question. So! How hot am I? Scale of one to ten.

[cactusy]

[Ughhhhhhh!!!!!]

Six. Not bad, but a little old for me. The hair and mustache don't do it for me.

You look like you might have some muscle, though; I like that on a guy.

[salamanca]

[ Hahaha! Sweet payback. ]

Six, huh? That's it? [ Have a cocky grin and some mock offense. ] I worked hard on the hair and the mustache! Some girls are into it. [ Like, really into it. It's not for everyone but some of the girls who like it really like it. ]

I do, though. Have some muscle. Comes in handy. You know! I can climb straight up.

New question! Everybody on the island, minus the kids. Most attractive to least attractive. Go.

lmaooooo

[aluminumandash]

What?

[salamanca]

C'mon, man. Are you staking your territory with Shaw or can I take her for a spin? You know what they say about girls who are crazy in the head... Damn!

[aluminumandash]

What do they say about men who leave kids for dead then cry all over themselves about it?

[salamanca]

I don't know, Detective. What do they say?

Oh, hey. Check it out! Somebody wrote "gullible" on the ceiling.

[aluminumandash]

You still left him.

[salamanca]

And?

[ A shrug. He sounds annoyed but not because what Cohle is saying strikes a nerve. It doesn't. Lalo is simply, if anything, confused. He told you he's not really a cop. Why do you still expect him to give a shit? ]

Between you and me, Detective? I probably would've shot that little shit dead a loooong time ago but, you, man, you just had to keep asking about him. I had to find some way to get rid of 'im, then the little dumbass goes and gets himself kidnapped! Who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth, am I right?