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emeryhiro · 2 months

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My thoughts on TBOC 206 script & Caryl canon.

Before I get into my thought I want to clarify a few things, and this may come across as blunt, however, I feel that bluntness is nessary in this instance.

Firstly, I wasn't planning on adressing the leaked script pages, however, after reading some of the positive and negative posts about it, I feel like I should also share my thoughts and clarify some things that may be misunderstood about me as well.

Secondly, (and this may not sound relevant right now but bear with me for a second) I'm an engineer who works in the construction industry, I'm also a post grad architecture student, both of which are roles that require at the very least a competent level of critical thinking as a baseline skill. Why I'm sharing this information is becasue those skills are what I use to develop the thoughts and opinions that I share. I also want to say that I'm in no way familiar with the way things are run in the entertainment industry, whether that's production companies, directors, producers, or actors, I'm just a fan of the arts who loves delving deep into lore-rich stories and sharing my thoughts with others who also love the same things.

So now that you have my cridentials😅 you can come to your own decisions on how you approach and what you take away from the thoughts I share.

Where I stand on Carol and Daryl's relationship.

Over the past few months, I've had several messages saying that my opinion may be biased or that I'm just being overly optimistic because I'm a Caryl fan. So the first thing that i want to say is that this fandom is very dear to me. And even though I have only in the past year begun to be more vocal on these tags, I have been on this platform and a part of the fandom for a very long time.

As someone who had the opportunity to see episode one early, I feel that I have a responsibility to be honest with everyone who's relying on my opinion. I would never want to give false hope to those who (similar to me) love Caryl and are excited about canon, only for them to be even more disappointed in the end.

I respect and understand that everyone has their own reasons for watching/not watching and loving/hating a show. However, I myself will 100% still be watching season 2 and all the seasons to come, even if we never get canon. I love Carol and Daryl as individual characters, and I watched twd because I loved the show and it's premise. Daryl and Carol are a massive part of why I loved the show, they also happen to be my favourite characters in fiction, and Caryl canon is what I've always wanted for them, BUT I'm not, never have, and never will be watching for Caryl canon alone. Will I be disappointed if it never happens? Yes, definitely! But I'll still be watching because of everything else that I love about the show and the characters.

Even if the show was just about Daryl, or just about Carol I'd still be watching every single episode and loving it. So to summarise what I'm trying to say, the thoughts and opinions that I share publicly are not biased (at least not consciously) by my love for the idea of Caryl unless I specifically say that I'm "fangirling" which you may have notice me clarifiying in some of my posts.

SPOILER WARNING - Thoughts on the leaked ep 206 script below the line.

TBOC 206 Script

Implications on Caryl canon:

I don't see anything in these pages that implies whether or not canon has or hasn't happened, the whole scene that it describes can't be more than 5-10 minutes long, which is why there is no point assuming either way.

If canon has happened, I don't expect them to be mentioning it in a scene where they're seperated for the most of it, with one of them getting almost beat/shot to death, the other fighting several walkers and collapsing, and both of them most probably inhaling poisonous gas. Not exactly the type of scene where you can create the perfect romantic Caryl moments. And not so different from the TOWL finale scene between Rick and Michonne as they escape the walkers/gas.

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The Parallel:

One thing I haven't seen anyone talk about is the parrallel of the scene between Daryl and his hallucination of Isabelle, and the scene between Carol and her hallucination of Alpha from S10 EP14.

Firstly, I don't think Isabelle is meant to represent an angel to Daryl in this moment, just like how Alpha didn't represent a demon to Carol. Neither actually represents the characters themselves, and both are just personification of the conflicts that's going on in each of their minds, and perhaps another similarity is that they're both personifications of people who they believe got them to the situation they're in.

Secondly, In both scenes Daryl and Carol seem completely overwhlmed by guilt and ready to let go and give up. The scene from S10EP14 didn't mean that Carol didn't love Daryl, on the contrary a reminder of him was what snapped her out of the physical and mental trap she was in and gave her the motivation and drive to fight again.

I think the same can be said about Daryl in the TBOC EP06 scene, he's "ready to let go" and this isn't becasue he doesn't love Carol but it's becasue he feels as though he's constantly failing everyone who relies on him, including Merle, Beth, Glenn, Isabelle and in his mind Carol could be next. But what gets him to fight again? Isabelle saying:

"Not like him."

refering to his grandfather. In season 1 we learnt exactly what Daryl didn't want to do and in what way's he didn't want to be like his grandfather. The main one being that his granfather left his family behind, which resulted in generational trauma that he couldn't protect his family from, only becasue he went to fight someone else's war.

What I've taken away from this is that in that moment he believes it's too late, he failed the ones he was supposed to protect from the Nest, and now by losing and dying the fight in that moment it would mean that he also failed his real family and won't be able to protect them. Like everything he did was in vain.

This is exactly what "Isabelle" reminds him of, that yes maybe he did fail to protect her and the people from his past, but unlike his grandfather who died "bloody and bullet riddled" Daryl is still breathing and as long as he's alive there's still the possibility and "hope" of protecting his family. He becomes determined and starts to fight back becasue he's reminded to "Bet on hope".

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The fight scenes:

It appears that Carol and Daryl are in a tunnel with Cordon, and two new characters named Angus and Fiona. I want to point out that it looks like the fight between Codron and Daryl is once again becasue Codron blames Daryl for killing his brother, however, I find it hard to believe that we're in episode 206 and that issue hasn't been resolved yet, which leads me to believe that perhaps there's something paticular about the gas in the tunnel that's causing helusination and all at the same time making:

Codron see his dead brother and run after him like he's hipnotised

Carol seeing, speaking and interacting with Sofia

Daryl seeing and speaking with Isabelle

The pages also show that the fight between Angus, Fiona, and Daryl was about gas masks. It sounds to me like Angus and Fiona perhaps used Daryl to help them get the masks and when finding that there's only two masks, they try to knock him out and have to kill him so that they can take the masks for themselves, gas masks that Carol and him need to get through the tunnel to get home.

I can't wait to see how that fight scene plays on screen! I have a weakness for the way Daryl and Carol become so brutal when fighting to protect each other. Because Angus and Fiona don't sound like antagonists when they're speaking with Daryl, and saying:

"Sorry, friend, ain't enough masks for the lot of us." "Got people waiting back home."

They just sounds like two people who, like Carol and Daryl, are trying to get back to the people waiting for them.

This is more of a personal guess than a proper thought: after the fight as Daryl hands one of the masks to Carol he says "It was us or them." and what I think he really meant was "it was you or them" because he was ready to die moments earlier until he was reminded of her, emphasising my earlier points on how they fight for eachother and live for each other.

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The Tunnel:

Lastly, and probably most importantly, these script pages don't tell us how Daryl and Carol ended up in that situation or which part of the episode this is in, without that context there's no way to know what anything really means.

Some of the questions that I think are important and thoughts that I have:

What events lead up to the fight?

We know that Carol is outside the "camp" as described in the script, and that Carol faught at least 3 walkers and collapsed on the ground, but did Daryl know where she was or if she was okay before he saw her after his fight?

Why would his first thought/guess be of Carol when he saw a "blurry figure approaching."

Would they really end the episode like this, leaving Codrons fate as a huge questions mark? (I don't think they would, seems harsh and like they're throwing away such an interesting character)

As seen in the trailer, the tunnel that they're in is the Channel Tunnel which connects France and England, BUT, we also know as it has been offically announced that season 3 is set in Spain not England, so logcially Carol and Daryl aren't gonna be going all the way through the tunnel only to turn all the way back, which leads me to believe that either they don't end up going through, the season ends as they're walking further into the tunnel, and season 3 will explain how/when they turned around, OR, this isn't actually the final scene 🤷‍♀️

LITTLE (hopefully interesting) HINT ABOUT THE OPENING CREDITS: There's a scene that's described in one of these script pages that's also included in the opening credits.

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Some additional thoughts:

The fireflies that appear as Isabelle walks away. I have a few different ideas on what this could mean but it's impossible to tell without the visual context. Also Dary's "wtf?" reaction to the fireflies had me laughing out loud! That right there reads like some good comedic timing.

We're getting another "You okay?" moment!! Those moments are some of my favourite and most tender/affectionate moments between Carol and Daryl. I can't wait to see how they play this one 😭💖

Sorry but I can sense more tension between Codron and Daryl in their fight scene than all the Isabelle and Daryl scenes combined... 🤣

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To Summarise:

These scripts don't cover enough for any level of resonable doubt or concern. How something reads on a script can turn out sooo different on screen, and what I know from all the other season of twd, is that Norman and Melissa can turn something that may come across as basic, misleading or confusing on script into something incredibly magical on screen which also often turns into some of our favourite scenes between the two of them.

I completely trust Norman and Melissa with the story, and if the story never goes to canon and we end up getting something different I know that it's still gonna be an incredible story.

Although, I do still stand by my thoughts that we're heading towards canon. If Carol and Daryl need season 2 to finally heal and then approach canon on more solid ground in season 3 than so be it, because that would make sense and it would be a fair way to begin a canon relationship between the two. However I can also see the beginnings of a conversation about canon, or even actual canon happening in season 2.

It all seems possible to me and it's now all up to how Norman and Melissa want to tell the story, which I'll be anxiously waiting for and respect no matter what.

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Thank you @celtic-crossbow for giving me the push I needed to share my thoughts on these matters🩵🩵

And thank you to all of you who read through this extensive post. I appreciate all of you who read my thoughts, engage with it, share your thoughts in return, ask me questions. I'm sorry for my bluntness in some areas within this post, I think it was important for me to address and clarify some things in order to avoid further confusion.

I'm so excited that we are now only 8 weeks away from the offical premiere of season 2!!! After a long wait we're finally gonna have our favourite characters sharing a frame on our screen again, and if that in itself isn't a reason to celebrate than I don't know what is.

#daryl dixon #carol peletier #the book of carol #the walking dead #twd spoilers #caryl #spoliers #codron #isabelle carriere #carylarchives

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rexscelestus · 6 years

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Confrontation with the Common Man

Mobster Kingpin Last Friday at 12:20 AM

> PI may be sticking to desk jobs for some time, but that doesn't matter. Jumping him out on the street during duty would have been too crude anyway. Too tasteless and without style. But even if he holes himself up all day, he will need to leave sooner or later. To get to and from work, get groceries, whatever PI does in a span of a week. On one of these days, a car is waiting right before the door. When PI exists the door, a young man gets out. Small frame, a hard face and a very sharp voice when he adresses PI. "The Kingpin sends his regards and would like to invite you over." Of course, PI could decline. The Diligent Assistant had neither the means nor the intention to force him. However, PI should be aware that it wouldn't exactly improve his situation. The next invitation may not be quite as polite. Crude still remains an option.

PI Last Friday at 1:16 AM

The option to decline is considered, if only because one rarely wants to attend their own funeral. The inspector spends a few seconds weighing his options, suddenly feeling more like a chess piece than ever. To refuse would ultimately not change the inevitable...and frankly would just give the impression he was a coward.

To be considered a brazen idiot or a spineless coward...not exactly the options he liked. But hell, he put himself into this corner so time to damage control. And he'd rather step into things headlong than be dragged. "Very well then." Was this a trap or a setup? Perhaps. Though PI didn't really see Kingpin as the type to offer an invite just to lead PI into Snow's fists. She certainly would be capable of that herself and the idea of her needing assistence would be insulting to the both of them.

In any event, may as well get this over with. No sense delaying an inevitable. With that, PI climbs into the car being offered. If no one is inside, he'll take the time to send off a couple messages before turning his phone off.

Mobster Kingpin Last Friday at 10:48 AM

The messages are expected, but not an issue. May he contacted who he wants, it won't change the plans at all. No need to hide. The car ride is quiet. DA isn't very talkative and even if PI tries to make casual conversation, he won't respond much. (It's... not that's he's nervous, he just doesn't want to embarrass the Kingpin.) PI is brought to the Regalia Hotel and lead inside, past a few very obvious white suited guards and into the elevator. Once unlocked with a key, the top floor is available for access. When the doors open again, a very lavishly decorated but absolutely empty and quiet hallway greets PI. DA leads PI to one of the doors towards the middle - of course the hotel's spacious King Suite, now turned into office and living quarters. There, you sit at the other end of the room in front of the giant window, behind a heavy desk on a chair that very much resembles a throne (I mean. It practically is https://sta.sh/0j8fetfa9ag). The decoration is just pompous enough to be worthy for a King, including, of course, a statue of himself, but it almost pales beside the paintings on the walls. A few of them portray the natural carpacian beauty of the Black Queen, but one shows Snowman in her current human glamour - a quite beautiful and tasteful nude. Should PI look around enough, he would find a matching painting of MK himself on the opposing wall. You take notice of your guest, but you hardly bother looking up from the paperwork you're handling at the moment. "Welcome, Inspector."

PI Last Friday at 11:29 AM

No one else in the car, and the driver is focused on task and uncaring of if he's using his phone. There's a certain level of confidence to it, if not a slight twinge of insult to how little regard is given. Or perhaps that is the real burn of it all, forcing you to spend the time stuck in your own head as you try to go over all the tangental what-ifs. It's times like this that you really regret having a healthy imagination...there are a lot of what-ifs to go down. The Regalia Hotel feels almost too painfully obvious a name that you practically want to kick yourself. Any moreso and it likely would have been called Kings Inn. The suited guards and entranceway are acknowledged in passing glance as you quietly follow along in your best attempt to step confidently without stepping too confident and walking past DA. Long legs, the curse of confident walkers everywhere. You follow, and take note of the ostentatious decor...how perfectly fitting. Once a king, always a king you suppose. And royalty always love their baubles. As you enter the suite, your eyes scan the area...and immediately ricochet off the glossy paint of the tasteful nudes to find the lighting fixtures on the ceiling fascinating. Of course. Kudos for the healthy self esteem. Well then. "Welcome to you as well." you say out of a reflexive habit then die inwardly. That made no sense, you aren't welcoming him. Get your focus back. "I mean, thank you for the invitation....Rex? Mister Kingsley? Kingpin? You're racking up quite the tally of names...any preferences?" Your voice is a bit more upbeat and less biting than you would have preferred, but you just chalk that up to stupid distracting portrait jitters.

Mobster Kingpin Last Saturday at 1:59 AM

Oh god. He's so.. deliciously awkward. That even manages to blow away your annoyance for just a moment. The grin on your face doesn't last long though. "Whichever. It doesn't matter. Though, if you ask me for my preference, just 'King' would be perfect." You very well aware that he never will. But hey, he asked. You finally put down your work and get up. There's a very notable sigh as you get up and walk around your desk to lean against the front. This may also be the moment PI notices you're a good bit taller than during your last meeting. Your full size, a much more comfortable shape to be in - and most importantly almost two heads taller than PI. You sign your assistant to leave, then direct your attention back at PI. "I'd love to offer you some tea or.. any other drink, but that would feel somewhat inappropriate. This isn't a fun little get together for a game or.. a date. More like a business transaction - unpleasant but unavoidable."

PI Last Saturday at 2:41 AM

"I shall keep that in mind..." you say as your arms fold. He's right, you have no plans to ever call him that. Careful name avoidance in conversations it is then. As he rises up to his full height, there is that momentary double-take as your mental cards shuffle. Right, his figure in the alley was much more notably large albeit carapacian. Not the worst look admittedly, but probably not the most subtle for someone trying to not openly scream Guess what model I am on the streets of Derse.

"The height suits you." is all you say on that, if only because it's rare for you to have to tilt your head up to look at anyone in this city. As he speaks, a resigned sigh does manage to escape your throat. The unavoidableness wasn't that much a surprise, but the sudden feeling that this is actually some sort of charity case for your benefit wasn't sitting with you well. Nor the concept that whatever comes would be considered a mercy in comparison. Fingers flexed, you tilt your head from side to side. "Of course. A pound of flesh as they say. Well then, let us get to business. Is this the part I try to beg or barter? Or shall we just not pretend and cut to the chase?" Your posture shifts. While you are expecting anything in this place is horribly one-sided against you, you are also not going to just lay down and let yourself be flogged. Your attendance was requested and given, cooperation less so.

Mobster Kingpin Last Monday at 7:18 PM

His demeanor surprises you. Positively,, that is. Bold little worm. Does to be able to fight back? Admirable, although idiotic. You give him a long, hard stare, then sigh. "This... is not satisfying. You're not only mocking me, no. You deeply insulted my beloved wife. For that alone she could tear you apart. And then the.." You choke some in oure disgust at the memory. ".. appalling aftermath you brought on. I mean, you're basically not leaving me any choice. I can't just ignore this." You growl and grumble some more as you start rolling up your sleeves.

PI Last Monday at 9:24 PM

The words said take you a bit out of your defense as you frown, suddenly feeling like a chore to be done. You watch him roll up his sleeves and sigh yourself. "For what non-existant worth there is to it, I will say this. Had I known my words would be a catalyst to well...that aftermath, I would have held my tongue. It was certainly not my intention to give the forces that be ammunition in which to publicly humiliate the two of you. And for that...I do apologize. And have no plans to repeat that line of insults in the future." You give a shrug. "That said, it all still happened and doesn't negate the experiences. So...mm." This is so awkward, this may in fact be worse than had he just started by breaking your bones one by one in silence. As much as your pride is hating the idea of apologizing for anything, it also apparently is too proud to be dishonest on the matter.

Mobster Kingpin Last Tuesday at 12:18 AM

"Right, right." Well, you give him that, his apology sounds honest. It just comes a few frog jokes too late. He's aware that he can't possibly hope for any mercy here, least of all from you. The mere attempt is irritating. And frankly, that are way too many words than you are up for at the moment. PI hardly finished the last sentence when you lunch forward and bring your fist down on his face. At least you did him the favor of not wearing any (but one) of your rings today. Just the purest form of pain your knuckles can bring.

PI Last Tuesday at 12:40 AM

If you had any idea he considered your apology a request for mercy, you'd likely be insulted. You have an entire speech about the nature of apologies that you could go into after all. Still, you don't have much time to really consider this hypothetical since in your hubris you made the biggest rookie mistake of lowering your guard as the punch comes in. Seconds later you find yourself a few feet back scrambling to get back on your feet because lets face it, you aren't exactly made of lead. You're seeing stars, tasting copper, and you're pretty sure your glasses are now somewhere across the room.

"...right then." is all you spit out as you rise to your feet. Considering bullets did nothing against him, you highly doubt your fists will feel anything short of butterflies. Then again, he is glamoured...so there's always the chance of breaking skin and causing a sting.

With that in mind, you use your ankle to hook one of the chairs close to you before using the momentum to swing it towards him. If you were Ace, this likely would be far more impressive and actually do something like lift up and smash into him...but you're not Ace so the most it can do is cause someone to slow their movement and put their hands forward to stop it's skidding. Which is really what you want, to occupy his hands as you lunge forward and spring off the seat to attempt to knee him right in his pompous face.

Mobster Kingpin Yesterday at 8:55 AM

You're gladly giving him the time to get up. Kicking a man on the ground would be too low, even for you. A noise makes you startle up. It sounded like someone else was in the room, as impossible as that should be. That definitely gives PI more time than you wanted to give him. Only after the chair comes sliding your way, you react. You manage to keep him from hitting your face, but he manages to bump into your arm before you shove him and the chair away. You let out a frustrated grumble. Resourceful he is. Was the noise his doing too? It still feels like there's something else in the room.

PI Yesterday at 9:41 AM

You're fast, but he's fast enough and that in and of itself is annoying. There's really only so much dodging and dipping around that you can do before it wears out what patience he has. As the chair is knocked back, you jump off back onto your feet. This is so...abyssmally one-sided. You've seen the aftermath of him facing off against both Sleuth and Slick...and you are quite certain they weren't just swinging fists at him. Alright, perhaps the thing to do is change the parameter of what constitutes a win. You aren't going to beat him physically, that goes without saying. So, time to change tactics. "Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever...now. Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss." You circle around him, keeping out of arms reach as you quote the bard himself. If you can't bring yourself to him, maybe you can goad him into a lunge and bring him down to your level.

Mobster Kingpin Yesterday at 2:10 PM

It takes you a moment to register what is happening, but when you do, you notably roll your eyes. At any other encounter you might have found it amusing. Right now, "Save that for the book club, Ingleton," you growl. "If you don't want me to prolong your suffering, you should keep still and get over with it." There's still this weird uncomfortable sensation you can't shake off and all of this is starting to really get on your nerves. And there he is, tiptoeing around you. His strategy is obvious. He has no chance of hurting you, so he wants to keep his distance, mock you and wear you down. But just like in your chess games, you're not one for playing it safe. You take the offensive, swinging another punch at him, though you know better than to let down your guard around him.

PI Yesterday at 8:53 PM

You aren't sure if it's the poem or something else, but something seems to be twigging him. Granted he's right...but your pride would never let you live it down if you just accepted the inevitable. Your life has been a montage of you doing things you shouldn't have, defying the expected roles. And like hell you plan to change now, and especially for someone like him. The punch comes in, much like in your chess games he's definitely an offensive player. And normally you'd try to sidestep back and keep trying to keep out of harms way, play up that defensive approach. But in this case? A delay of inevitable suffering. So may as well get this over with...on your terms. "Ah! Do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow, come in the rearward fo a conquered woe. Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, to linger out a purposed overthrow." You say as you dodge the swing but move in closer, grabbing the front of his shirt to pull yourself up so that you're face to face with him. "As the old addage goes Mister Kingsley, make me." you quip...and then kiss him. Or at least attempt...he may flinch back. Regardless your next move is planned...like in chess always two moves ahead. Be it him recoiling back or you pulling back seconds later, you continue to hold the cuff of his shirt with one hand as your other arm reels back to strike directly towards his face.

February 7, 2019

Mobster Kingpin Today at 1:35 AM

You don't flinch back, if only because this move honestly catches you by surprise. You're still stunned when the punch comes for you, and boy does it hit you. The worst part about the human glamour is probably that soft protruding spot in the face. Way too vulnerable without any shell to support it underneath and well FUCK that hurts. What a shit awful and inefficient design. You flinch back now - only to jolt back forward and bring your forehead down on his. You step back, finally free of his face near yours, growling as you run a thumb over lip. "You. Got some nerve." God. Damn. Fuck him. FUCK him for repeatedly managing to catch you off-guard in the worst ways. Fuck him for being so damn reckless regardless of consequences. Fuck him for being THIS DAMN BOLD. You honestly can't say when the last time was that someone dared to come on this strongly at you. At you. If anyone, you're the one making such moves. This wasn't even supposed to be a meeting like that HOW FUCKING DARE HE- A sting in your side reminds you that you should not let your emotions get the better of you. But you want nothing more than to pay him back for the audacity. "Any last words, Ingleton?" you growl, hopefully louder than the pained wheeze you try to suppress. The thing about not kicking a man on the ground... you may just change your mind.(edited)

PI Today at 2:27 AM

You'd like to say you'd cherish the look on his face and the moment, but right now you're currently reeling from the forehead smash. Well, nice to confirm that water is wet and his skull is indeed thicker than yours could ever be. Ow. It was a poor move tactically, but a bold one you didn't regret. This fight was his physically the moment you arrived, but damned if you weren't going to get under his skin in another way. It's not hard to tell that your balance has taken a slight hit and you doubt you'd be able to dodge further swings.. Especially now that you're still too close to easily move out of range. Still, the risk was not regretted...you'd almost say worth it. He was right after all, any further moves would just prolong. But now, now at least you feel empowered enough to stand your ground.

Which in hindsight you'll likely be kicking yourself over, curse this bastard for raising your proud hackles the way he does. But for now, only one word comes to mind. A final snub perhaps, and would likely only make this hurt more than less. But...well...he did say you have some nerve. You look at him as you stance off, knowing full well you'll not get another hit on him when he comes but damned if you aren't going to try anyways. With that, you look him in the eyes and smirk.

"Check."

Mobster Kingpin Today at 10:29 AM

Under your skin he mamages to get. You're not going to admit it, but he knows and you know and you hate it and hate him. Maybe you should have just left him to your Queen and her wrath. That last quip throws you off. Again. Of all the things he could have said, you didn't expect that. Actually, why didn't you? You notably roll your eyes, and annoyed grin forming on your face. "Check, my ass." He feels like winnig, yes? Urgh. Insufferable little worm. Sure, you could beat him into a bloody pulp and as tempting as that sounds, it would only make you feel like a sore loser and prove to him how much he got to you. You stare down at him in disdain. "Get out." You didn't nearly hurt him as much as he deserves yet. You're letting him off easy and he'll know it and he'll probably be smug about it. But you don't have the patience to deal with this. Any longer and you might really forget yourself. You're not forfeiting, you're having mercy on him.

PI Today at 10:43 AM

You're bracing, readying for what comes next...but of all the things to happen, his words was the last thing you had expected and your expression betrays the surprise. Even a momentary flicker of confusion. Was this a trap? Wait...why would he need a trap in the first place? With all the build up leading to this you....this feels far too simple and easy. He wouldn't just let you go after that. Or maybe that's his plan, to let you go and wipe his hands of the whole thing while Snowman crushes your head with her heels? Or maybe not but make you stress?? Oh no you're going to overthink this... You look to the left, right, back at him. Another second of awkwardness...oh no this is starting to get awkward. How do you even walk out from here without looking like a fool. You can almost feel the bravado leeching out of your body at a critical rate. "Ah...all. Alright then." you muster, stepping back a few steps, turning to walk out, turning back around to walk backwards a bit to see if he's following, bump the door with your back...you guess, you're leaving now? Later on you'll remember your glasses were left here, somewhere. Probably lodged into the wall from that first punch knowing your luck.(edited)

Mobster Kingpin Today at 11:05 AM

"Have a nice day," you reply drily. You return to your desk and ignore him till you leave. You allowed him to leave and you're not going back on that unless he further tests your patience. (But you take notice of his discomfort. At least a tiny joy in this whole annoying ordeal.) Outside, your assistant stands ready to guide PI to the elevator without another word. Once he's gone, you're tending to your nose with a tissue. It's definitely at least bleeding, maybe worse. Your medic will need to check that out later. And you'll surely have to endure his snark for not only starting another fight, but getting such a solid hit in the face too. Urgh. You're keeping the glasses. At least you got a little trophy out of this.

PI Today at 11:17 AM

There's nothing to say as you follow the assistant into the elevator. Sure you look roughed up, later on you'll have time to notice the bloodied nose and slight split in your lip as well as what will not doubt be an impressive black eye. But in the scheme of it all this was...what was this even? The elevator ride is in silence, well externally. Internally you mull over what all happened and try to replay the events to figure out where things went wrong. Or did they go right? This feels too easy, too light a thing...dammit maybe you were supposed to stay after all? This feels so unfinished. Did...did he just leave you hanging? This is awful, and suddenly you feel self-concious to a degree as you realize you have to walk out of this building past the guards and...god dammit you hate him. You look more like you've had a light tussle than a fight with someone who likely bends steel girders for sport. Ugh...you hate this. You should have stayed and hoped he would have just knocked you unconcious so you didn't have to walk out of here. By the time you leave the elevator you realize your glasses are gone. God! Dammit! You were so close to having one up over on him and he pulled his overpriced carpet out from under you. You should have tried to punch him again. Bastard.

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