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[dignity_misery]

[Settled back on her couch, Carla is fussing with a split lip with her tongue absentmindedly and shuffling through a series of photos like it's a hand of cards.]

I've got a Rosella barbecue, a cowboy with a gun in his eye, a few pairs of little boys getting up close and personal with each other, practically autoerotic. And... [She holds up a picture of M. Eames.] On a scale of 1 to 7, where are we going with this?

[She clearly hasn't accounted for all the pictures she was holding, but she puts the rest aside, moving on to another set.]

The rest are mine. [She holds one up briefly.] I haven't seen some of these in over half a decade. [She doesn't sound entirely pleased about that, and sits back again with a frown to look through them.] They've got a date with my garbage disposal.

[As one last distracted note she adds,] I didn't pick up anything of yours this time, Rapahel, I'm disappointed.

//private to 'the lady of lannister'

[She displays the picture she's found.]

Do you want it? Or should I add it to the pile to be disposed of?

[[ooc; Here is what's up for grabs if you want it.]]

Comments

[signatures]

Aren't scales usually one to ten?

[dignity_misery]

I don't like you that much, Eames.

[signatures]

How sad. I can take more pictures of me in my swimwear if you prefer.

[withloadedguns]

Hope he didn't get that eye shot out.

[Suspects. Things.]

[dignity_misery]

[She smiiiles.]

Not as far as I can tell.

[withloadedguns]

All right.

not private, because she hasn't figured that out yet

[burnsobright]

Where- [A hiss. How... No one was there. It was just Jaime and her. Calm. Calm. Trying to steady herself, to not allow those emotions to flood over, to show how bad such a picture could be in the right hands.]

You may give it here.

[dignity_misery]

Alright. You'll have to come meet me.

[burnsobright]

And you will just give it over?

[primrosella]

A barbecue? Goodness, that must be an old one, we haven't had one of those in ages. Well, er, at the Warehouse, anyway--but the others rather don't count, I would think.

[dignity_misery]

You're on the menu, actually.

[She goes back to the other pile to dig the picture in question out.]

I'm sure you're delicious.

[synanthrope]

You're so cute when you're tame.

[dignity_misery]

[Pause.]

I didn't think cute was something you recognized?

[othersdie]

I might have something of yours.

[dignity_misery]

I definitely have something of yours.

[blonderazorshiv]

So you found gay porn.

[dignity_misery]

[Ffft. She just shuffles back through for the picture and lets him decide for himself,]

Do you want this?

[firstaid]

[Estelle sounds a little flat when she speaks. The last time she spoke with Carla, they got into a bit of a tiff, yet something about the woman still draws Estelle towards her.]

You were really pretty... [A beat.] You're still really pretty...

[With a sigh, she just ends it there, making it known that Carla has no obligation to reply if she doesn't want to. She just wanted to say that to her.]

private;

[dignity_misery]

[Honestly, most of the time Carla doesn't know what it is about Estelle that draws her back either. But then, of course she does. She digs back through for the polaroid, holding it up. There's something sharp and agitated in the motion, but when she speaks her voice is more flat than anything else; a coping mechanism with the topic at hand.]

He liked to document things. [She is dead in that faded polaroid. The warm tone from the bad film hides it, and it had been early on in her confinement, before all her weight dropped away, but her expression tells the story, sullen mouth and eyes.] He had books and drawers full of pictures and recordings of me.

video;

[sealegs]

Oh.

[Isabela is all grins.]

What a nice...package. Is he delivering?

video;

[dignity_misery]

I'd take his wallet, if nothing else.

[bedsidemanners]

I'm relieved.

That angle for the first picture is... interesting.

[dignity_misery]

I only teased you a little.

[As for that picture...]

A little suspect, maybe.

[cold_dry_pieces]

Not feeling sentimental?

[dignity_misery]

Maybe a little.