[001] where were you, I was worried

[notafuckingnut]

[Text.  Or, more specifically, a series of them, spread a couple minutes apart]

SETH.

Cmon Seth this isn't funny. Where the fuck r u weve got a rendezvous 2 make.

At least I think we do.

What the fuck is this place anyway?  The service sucks the beds like a rock and there isn't even a TV.

What am I supposed to do in here stare at the ceiling for an hour?  This is bullshit.

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[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

Why? Who the fuck are you?

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[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

[Nice. She'll let it go, all things considered.]

I'm Claire. You're on the Barge and you've been brought here for a reason.

[One thing at a time.]

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[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

[He's disoriented and not-dead in a strange place. He'd probably be nicer under better circumstances, but right now he's just cranky.]

Yeah? And what reason's that?

...You're not working for Her, are you?

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[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

You're either being given a second chance as an Inmate or you're here as a Warden to help redeem an Inmate.

Um, I'm sorry, who's "her"?

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[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

[Don't mind him if he sounds a little hysterical; he's not really over it yet]

The bitch who took a fucking chunk out of my neck. 'Satanico Pandemonium'.

Switches to video so he can see she's innocent?

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

[It's okay, Claire gets the whole lack of good mood upon first arrivals.

Still, she winces.]

No, I don't even know who that is. What's your name?

Copies! Because pshh why not

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

[Have a guy peering intently at the screen, Claire. He's a little calmer now that he can see her, but he's still fairly clearly agitated. The left side of his neck and about half of his shirt and jacket on the same side are pretty much drenched with dried blood, but he doesn't seem to actually notice any of this.]

Yeah, I didn't either before tonight. ...Yesterday. Whenever it was.

I'm Richie.

Video.

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes widen at the sight of him.]

Ohmygod, are you okay?? Are you still bleeding?

Video.

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

[Cue puzzled look. Why is she...? He reaches up to itch his neck and -- OH. That's why. Yeah, he is kind of a hot mess, and the improvised duct tape bandage around his hand probably isn't helping the image any. He shrugs]

Nah, I'm okay; it looks worse than it is. Listen, do you know if there's a guy named Seth hanging around here?

Video.

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

[He had to be an Inmate. Though, Wardens did die...she swallowed hard, trying to focus instead on his question.]

Um, Seth. We had one or two before, what's his last name?

Video.

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

[After some consideration; he doesn't like giving up the information, but he figures in some situations you have to. And it's not like there are any pigs after him anymore, if she's right.]

Um. Gecko?

Video.

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

OH! He was here before, like, a while ago. But he's not here anymore. How do you know him?

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[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

Whattaya mean, he was here a while ago? I was just with him, and he was in fucking prison before that! ...And not whatever hellhole this is, either.

[...Okay. Calm down. Deep breath. Don't yell at the pretty girl, it's probably not her fault. Probably.]

He's my brother.

Video.

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

[Claire pulled her lips into her mouth, averting her eyes in guilt or sympathy. Maybe both.]

I'm sorry, I know it's confusing. [She looked back up at him.]

I left my brother too, when I came here. I have three back home. It's like...shit, how do I explain this?...it's like time pauses when we come here, but no one notices, and it isn't until we go back that everything resumes. [She leaned her head into one hand.] I just made things worse, didn't I?

Video.

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure I was dealing with either vampires or cannibals before I got here, so it's all about the same amount of fucked up.

[...He's not entirely sure, he was too busy BLEEDING ALL OVER THE PLACE to really pay attention.

In any event, he plucks at shirt and jacket a bit helplessly and pulls a face; he hasn't been covered in this much blood in...a while. And even then, it wasn't his. He should probably do something about it, but...eh.]

And somehow I doubt there's a whole lot left for me there anyway, considering, so. What the hell.

Still fucking bullshit though.

Video.

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

I don't mean to intrude, but did you die before you came here?

[The answer will help determine on whose shower she can send him to since he clearly is in need of cleaning up.]

Video.

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

I don't-- [think so? know?]

...How much blood do you have to lose before...? You know.

Video.

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

I think that's our answer, eh?

[Small sigh.]

We have showers here, I can show you if you like? You should probably clean up. There should be clothes in your room, too.

Video.

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

[Terrible idea, Claire. He may never leave her alone now and may also be reading things into that suggestion that she SO doesn't intend. BUT he nods agreeably, with one of those slight, self-deprecating, "harmless" smiles.]

Yeah, sure. Okay, that sounds good.

Video. - When do you sleep?? xD Also, spam or log?

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

[Yeeaah. She totally meant well, though! Claire just wanted to help. :D ]

What room are you in?

Video. - When you do, apparently? heh And spam's good with me!

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

[Silly Claire. Don't you know inmates = horrors? :/ ]

Uhh.

[Yeah, he has to open the door to check that one, have some wildly veering camera work that shows mostly walls and ceiling and floor as he goes to investigate]

Room nine, floor....seven?

Video. - xD I'm in England so it's only 3pm here. :-P But I was on a wacked sleep schedule before.

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

[She tries to see the good in people?]

Okay, I'm on my way.

-=SPAM=-

[Claire ruffled the fur on Izzy and Chester's heads before setting off from the second floor, pocketing her communicator. Showing up in greys (http://media.revnewmedia.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/gallery_main/images/18587790---hayden_panettiere_018_wenn5.jpg), she gently knocked on his door, announcing herself.]

Richie, it's Claire.

Spam! -ahh gotcha. I'm on EST, sooo it's like 10 AM here

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

[It didn't take long before Richie opened the door, almost as if he'd been standing there waiting for it. He peeked out, fixing her with a wary look that quickly gave way to the shy, harmless act that he'd fallen back on most recently, which seemed in direct contrast to the fact that, at 6'1", he practically towered over her when he opened the door wide enough to pass through and into the hallway.]

...Hi. You didn't have too far to come, did you?

Spam! - \o/

[some-kinda-hero.livejournal.com]

[Claire, being 5'3, was used to everyone being taller than her. She peered up at him with a warm grin and shook her head.]

Not really. Just five floors. Were you able to find clothes?

[She didn't think too much on how quickly he skirted out of his room, not allowing her a peek whatsoever. She wouldn't judge until she knew more about him.]

Spam!

[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

[Five floors, which would put her on either the 12th floor (if they went up that high) or the 2nd. He filed the knowledge away just in case, and returned the smile with one of his own and a nod, showing her the pile he'd managed to locate; an almost exact replica of what he was wearing at the moment, only clean.]

It was the weirdest thing, I don't think I've ever been to a place like this that gives you clothes.

[And orange jumpsuits don't count.]