taxonomites | IV. [Visual] and i can't sink any lower

This is probably the five location change Harvestman has made since he got there, this dingly little room with no windows. He's got a history of reasons to keep looking over his shoulder, and everything about Taxon puts him on edge. The fake sun, the vampires, the Hunters - everything freaked him out just a little.

Nevertheless, he looks pretty relaxed in a white wifebeater, scarred dogtags exposed and dangling from his neck, and drinking from what would seem to be a juice bag with a straw. It's too bad that 'juice' looks a little too suspicious to claim it's Koolaid, but he's finally given up on the hiding the fact that he's got fangs. He opens his mouth, and given the nature of Taxon at the moment, the following comes out:

Follow the rainbow my lucky omen
There ain't no pot of gold, just copper tokens
I found the key to life, the lock was broken
All my accomplishments are best left unspoken

My horror story is nearly over
I said I'm sorry, but I was sober
I beg for mercy from my infernal friend
The one that drops the nails into my coff -

And it's ended, quite abruptly, with a hand clamped over his mouth. Harvestman rolls his eyes heavenward (those little furry monsters have to be somewhere; the sky is as good of a bet as any.)

"What the fuck was that? Seriously, what the fuck? Can't you furry little assholes go for something classic? Nirvana, Metallica - shit, I'd take Iron Maiden. What the goddamn fuck was that."

He pauses. "I was gonna say something, but fuck it. This music shit is irritating."

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"Jesus, tell me 'bout it. I get a fucking headache just going outside." Harvestman rolls his eyes. His voice isn't too bad, but it's clear, forced into it or not, he doesn't do much singing. "I'm just saying, if I gotta start singing shit, at least let it be good shit. And make some fucking sense."

"I kind of agree," Sam starts. "I sang Jimmy Eat World earlier and the song...really didn't make much sense with everything else going on."

He lies. It did. He just doesn't want to admit he identifies with emo music.

Harvestman doesn't want to admit how eerily his own song described his life either. They can be buddies in denial.

"How 'bout they pack this whole thing up and send all of us home while they're at it?"

Sam does denial so very well too.

"That'd be nice. Somehow I think we'll have more luck getting the music to stop."

"Yeah. Guess it'll teach me to bitch 'bout being bored."

Among bitching about all the vampires, and not getting laid. His priorities are high.

"Sort of a 'we'll teach you' kind of thing," Sam responds. "It's not like there's a lot to do here anyway."

Of course the training Sam's doing with Ruby keeps him exhausted most of the time.

"Hrmn." Harvestman is quite determined not to do anything that requires being taught a lesson for it. Cowards, in his opinion, live longer.

"Still, got any suggestions? I'm sick of staring at walls."

"I work out a lot. Hatch movies I've never seen," Sam answers. "I got a job with Arthur and his knights."

The coward point Sam will concede. He's just not cut out for it.

"Fuck, I don't wanna job. Getting a job means I reckon on staying. Fuck that shit." Harvestman is not the self-censoring type; the dogtags dangling from his neck are a good indication of why. The Army isn't well known for discretion when it comes to language.

Sam's dad was a Marine and Dean's his brother. Language isn't something that bothers him.

"I figured...I'm not staying here but I might as well help while I am here."

"Is that helping?" Harvestman sounds actually interested - it's one thing to rebel against the Man (er, Hamster), another to actually be doing some good.

"If we get attacked by anything it will," Sam answers. "At least that's the idea. It's more of a protection from anything this place might throw at us than anything."

"Attacked," he repeats, disbelievingly. "You're saying that happens?"

"There was a crazy vampire here for a while. He's...better now," Sam responds. "Whether it actually happens or not, I don't know. It could here though."

"Oh, yeah. The vampires." Funny how he says that as if he doesn't include himself as one of them, in a glum tone of voice.

"You know about what happened?" Sam asks. The only real experience he has with vampires here is the deal with Angelus.

Harvestman raises the blood bag with a sigh. "I can guess what usually happens when it comes to folks who survive by eating other people."

"Yeah," Sam responds without much of a blink at the blood bag. "Some people handle it better than others I guess." Instinctively he thinks of Lenore.

"It all depends on the person, the situation, and... the time." He hesitates a little on saying that last part, but really, who couldn't guess that a young vampire was the most unstable. "You got a lotta the fuckers here, so who's to say."

"I'll take your word for it," Sam answers without any smirk or sarcasm. "And that's why we need the knights."

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