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[Dec. 9] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Memoirs
Title: Memoirs
Day/Theme: Dec. 9, 2011 "to defeat solitude by writing"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee
Rating: PG
"You know why you aren't allowed anything like that, Kimblee," Officer Levesque sighed. There had to be some reason he was bringing this up that she just hadn't managed to guess at yet. His memory was too sharp for him to have forgotten and he wasn't the sort to complain for no reason- it just didn't seem to be in his nature.
"Yes, yes, I'm high-risk. Even if I didn't use whatever writing implement I was allowed to draw transmutation circles, I might use to it stab an officer. ...I'm never close enough to try something like that with the other prisoners, even if that was my inclination. ...Certainly none of you are thinking I might try to harm myself..."
As much as she hated to admit it, even just to herself, Ellen Levesque was a little curious. "I suppose I see the general reason for your request- you're bored in here. But more specifically, what would you want these writing materials for? I've seen your file. When you were allowed a phone call, your family wouldn't accept it. Even if you were given the privilege of mail, I don't think they would like getting your letters any better."
"No, you're right. I don't have anyone in particular to write to. I just wouldn't mind the opportunity to write in general. I was thinking that it might be about time to put down some of my thoughts to paper. ...Maybe in the form a memoir?"
Levesque couldn't help herself. She laughed out loud, drawing curious stares from the closest other officers (and, no doubt, some of the prisoners too). "I'm kind of sorry that I can't help you out now, Kimblee."
"I suppose I shouldn't make a fuss about your unwillingness to bend the rules," he shrugged, "That's what I admire about you. In any case, are you saying that if I were given the chance to write about my life, you would read about it?"
"I think it depends on what you wrote," she admitted. Levesque had no desire to delve into some of the dark depths of Kimblee's mind. Based on the things he had said- and he considered himself a gentleman- the last thing she wanted to know was everything he thought. "But I suppose I would have at least some passing interest in the tale."
"There's a certain pleasure one takes from writing- from the actual, physical act as opposed to telling a tale, but since I'm being denied that I might have to compromise. ...Levesque, I could tell you my story piece by piece and you could write it down for me," he proposed cheerfully, "I'd allow you a coauthor credit, since I doubt you would be able to perfectly memorize my words to take home and put down on paper. A certain amount of artistic license would be acceptable- I'd be curious to see your creative side."
What a strange idea. "That's very kind of you to offer, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline. If you want to see my creative side in action under these circumstances, you're going to have to acquiesce to going under my scissors," Levesque grinned, reminding the prisoner of her past offer of a new haircut- one that would stay neater and more manageable in his current conditions.
"Then I'm forced to turn down your offer too," Kimblee smiled back, "I'm happiest the way I am when it comes to the length of my hair, even if I can't maintain quite the same standards of appearance as I did on the outside."
"Be good," Levesque gave him a final admonishment for the day before moving on.
"Have a fine afternoon, officer," he sent her off with a small nod of his head. He would have had a decent word or two for her in his hypothetical memoir. However, if Ellen Levesque had had any real talent for cutting and styling hair, Kimblee doubted she would have sought employment with this particular institution.
Day/Theme: Dec. 9, 2011 "to defeat solitude by writing"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Kimblee
Rating: PG
"You know why you aren't allowed anything like that, Kimblee," Officer Levesque sighed. There had to be some reason he was bringing this up that she just hadn't managed to guess at yet. His memory was too sharp for him to have forgotten and he wasn't the sort to complain for no reason- it just didn't seem to be in his nature.
"Yes, yes, I'm high-risk. Even if I didn't use whatever writing implement I was allowed to draw transmutation circles, I might use to it stab an officer. ...I'm never close enough to try something like that with the other prisoners, even if that was my inclination. ...Certainly none of you are thinking I might try to harm myself..."
As much as she hated to admit it, even just to herself, Ellen Levesque was a little curious. "I suppose I see the general reason for your request- you're bored in here. But more specifically, what would you want these writing materials for? I've seen your file. When you were allowed a phone call, your family wouldn't accept it. Even if you were given the privilege of mail, I don't think they would like getting your letters any better."
"No, you're right. I don't have anyone in particular to write to. I just wouldn't mind the opportunity to write in general. I was thinking that it might be about time to put down some of my thoughts to paper. ...Maybe in the form a memoir?"
Levesque couldn't help herself. She laughed out loud, drawing curious stares from the closest other officers (and, no doubt, some of the prisoners too). "I'm kind of sorry that I can't help you out now, Kimblee."
"I suppose I shouldn't make a fuss about your unwillingness to bend the rules," he shrugged, "That's what I admire about you. In any case, are you saying that if I were given the chance to write about my life, you would read about it?"
"I think it depends on what you wrote," she admitted. Levesque had no desire to delve into some of the dark depths of Kimblee's mind. Based on the things he had said- and he considered himself a gentleman- the last thing she wanted to know was everything he thought. "But I suppose I would have at least some passing interest in the tale."
"There's a certain pleasure one takes from writing- from the actual, physical act as opposed to telling a tale, but since I'm being denied that I might have to compromise. ...Levesque, I could tell you my story piece by piece and you could write it down for me," he proposed cheerfully, "I'd allow you a coauthor credit, since I doubt you would be able to perfectly memorize my words to take home and put down on paper. A certain amount of artistic license would be acceptable- I'd be curious to see your creative side."
What a strange idea. "That's very kind of you to offer, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline. If you want to see my creative side in action under these circumstances, you're going to have to acquiesce to going under my scissors," Levesque grinned, reminding the prisoner of her past offer of a new haircut- one that would stay neater and more manageable in his current conditions.
"Then I'm forced to turn down your offer too," Kimblee smiled back, "I'm happiest the way I am when it comes to the length of my hair, even if I can't maintain quite the same standards of appearance as I did on the outside."
"Be good," Levesque gave him a final admonishment for the day before moving on.
"Have a fine afternoon, officer," he sent her off with a small nod of his head. He would have had a decent word or two for her in his hypothetical memoir. However, if Ellen Levesque had had any real talent for cutting and styling hair, Kimblee doubted she would have sought employment with this particular institution.