aka_heisenberg: (Proud of himself)
 [Walter's leaning back and he's attempting to move his credit card smooth through his fingers, he's been practicing a magic trick. He looks rather proud of himself, a hint of a smile is on his lips, but it doesn't quiet reach his eyes.]

Tried calling my family today. The number didn't work. Can't say I'm surprised. So, I spent today at the poker tables [His eyes focus on the where he left his little camera.] and I won some money. I'm tired of eating alone so I'm offering dinner for anyone whose been...less fortune.
aka_heisenberg: (This isn't going well)
Time doesn’t move for the ones we leave behind, does it? I keep thinking about Christmas. I can see my family sitting under the tree and opening gifts, but no one’s smiling. They’re just trying so hard to be happy, but they aren’t, because they think I’m dead. They don’t know I’m here, alive and well.

[He closes his eyes and takes in a deep, as if this hurts to think about.]
 
I need to know that isn’t happening; that they aren’t suffering without me while I’m stuck here.
 
[A sympathetic father crying out for his family. It sounds perfect, sad in tone with the correct amount of desperation. It’s easy because he feels it, on one level. He knows it’s what he should be thinking about, but it hasn’t been on the forefront of his mind.]
aka_heisenberg: (Calm  face now panic later)
[Walter stares at the communicator, his expression blank and his eyes focused on the screen as if he can see through it, as if he could look right at you. He's already gone through the motions. He's screamed, he's wept and he's raged. A new dent in the wall is the only lingering sign of his frustration.]

If this is some sort of plan....some sort of trap, then get on with it. Start the torture or the interrogation or whatever it is your planning. I'm tired of waiting.  [A flicker of anger crosses his features, but it's gone in a moment.]

Is this what you wanted? Me to break down and beg you to talk to me. Consider this a small victory then, but it will be the only one. All I'm asking for is an explanation. You owe me that much.

That is if anyone is even out there. I might just be talking to myself. In fact that's the most likely conclusion. God damnit! [He slams his fists into his thigh hard, he doesn't even wince, it's like he can't feel it. He starts to gentle rock back and forth, his control unraveling quickly. He talks now through gritted teeth.] God...damnit...

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Walter White

January 2012

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