[ Gabe found that funny to hear that, tilting his head curiously at what Jack said. Jack was a nice state, who only spoke the truth and never once did anything hurtful (that you could remember) that would be lasting.
There were a lot of things that Jack could do, Gabe thought as he tied up the bag of garbage while cleaning up more. Killing wasn't always an option, that would be the last option. But perhaps locking him up away from hurting anyone else. Gabe wasn't going to suggest it though because he had already a large amount of discomfort in his voice, how Jack blamed himself for this situation while it was Gabe who got out of hand. It was him who didn't keep self control, who was the monster. Bad things happened to him for a reason. Insults were tossed at him because he was asking for it, he did something wrong. But Iowa was not asking for it that one time, he was just being himself and Gabe lost control because he couldn't keep his own issues to himself.
Oh why did Lou send him to take care of him when he was so unstable that he could hurt someone else. His eyes were stinging as he thought this, but he assumed it was just what Gabe was taking in and the ridiculous mess in the room.
Gabe was well aware of how terribly uncomfortable Jack felt around him, how each time he'd glance down at that scar he made whenever he just so much was mentioned and the guilt ate him alive. What began out as a silly joke that Gabe could laugh along side with in his own eccentricities each time in media slipped down to how blood thirsty, monstrous, terrifying, cruel, and unusual Wisconsin could be. It was a slow process, that drifted from silliness of a woman calling herself in for drunken driving to someone keeping a dead corpse in their bathroom which made national headlines. They always took the crimes that went too far and emphasized it all over the news, they made it a spectacle and it absorbed into their psyche. False rumors would fly about that "Wisconsin has the highest brutal murder rate in the world!" and it weighed him down. It could happen anywhere but as he heard those cute chuckles that "they had so much dirt on him" - his stomach churned. Perhaps from the blood, perhaps because of the distress, it didn't matter.
Those rumors hurt as much as the facts.
Gabe swallowed more blood - his nose was beginning to bleed now too so he snorted more back as it pooled down his throat with the rest. Had to hide this, he'd take care of his problems after everything was solved in here. It would be a few hours but he held in bigger issues for much longer. This wouldn't be a problem.
Smiling. ]
I don't think I will have a problem with it 'cause ya got self control! And all I'm sure is that ya need someone to be there for ya so ya don't go out of hand in the first place. As long as ya know someone is there for ya, ya won't ever lose yourself. I know none of us are the perfect neighbors, but even if ya are rejected a thousand times for aid we will try to lend a hand to ya.
I... am mostly doin' it now because at home I'm sometimes not able to. Ya know, being a state and all. I'm not happy bein' idle here, ya know? [ He nearly gags on the blood, but keeps swallowing it. It's making him sick and he will have to excuse himself eventually but he needs to get this done. ] And nobody deserves to be left alone to rot.
Well, I imagine she wouldn't be that hard to give a bath.
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Date: 2010-08-22 10:04 pm (UTC)There were a lot of things that Jack could do, Gabe thought as he tied up the bag of garbage while cleaning up more. Killing wasn't always an option, that would be the last option. But perhaps locking him up away from hurting anyone else. Gabe wasn't going to suggest it though because he had already a large amount of discomfort in his voice, how Jack blamed himself for this situation while it was Gabe who got out of hand. It was him who didn't keep self control, who was the monster. Bad things happened to him for a reason. Insults were tossed at him because he was asking for it, he did something wrong. But Iowa was not asking for it that one time, he was just being himself and Gabe lost control because he couldn't keep his own issues to himself.
Oh why did Lou send him to take care of him when he was so unstable that he could hurt someone else. His eyes were stinging as he thought this, but he assumed it was just what Gabe was taking in and the ridiculous mess in the room.
Gabe was well aware of how terribly uncomfortable Jack felt around him, how each time he'd glance down at that scar he made whenever he just so much was mentioned and the guilt ate him alive. What began out as a silly joke that Gabe could laugh along side with in his own eccentricities each time in media slipped down to how blood thirsty, monstrous, terrifying, cruel, and unusual Wisconsin could be. It was a slow process, that drifted from silliness of a woman calling herself in for drunken driving to someone keeping a dead corpse in their bathroom which made national headlines. They always took the crimes that went too far and emphasized it all over the news, they made it a spectacle and it absorbed into their psyche. False rumors would fly about that "Wisconsin has the highest brutal murder rate in the world!" and it weighed him down. It could happen anywhere but as he heard those cute chuckles that "they had so much dirt on him" - his stomach churned. Perhaps from the blood, perhaps because of the distress, it didn't matter.
Those rumors hurt as much as the facts.
Gabe swallowed more blood - his nose was beginning to bleed now too so he snorted more back as it pooled down his throat with the rest. Had to hide this, he'd take care of his problems after everything was solved in here. It would be a few hours but he held in bigger issues for much longer. This wouldn't be a problem.
Smiling. ]
I don't think I will have a problem with it 'cause ya got self control! And all I'm sure is that ya need someone to be there for ya so ya don't go out of hand in the first place. As long as ya know someone is there for ya, ya won't ever lose yourself. I know none of us are the perfect neighbors, but even if ya are rejected a thousand times for aid we will try to lend a hand to ya.
I... am mostly doin' it now because at home I'm sometimes not able to. Ya know, being a state and all. I'm not happy bein' idle here, ya know? [ He nearly gags on the blood, but keeps swallowing it. It's making him sick and he will have to excuse himself eventually but he needs to get this done. ] And nobody deserves to be left alone to rot.
Well, I imagine she wouldn't be that hard to give a bath.