[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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[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?

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[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?

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

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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.

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[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?

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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.

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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.]

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

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

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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.

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[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?

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[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!

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[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.

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[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/

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[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!

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[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.]

Spam!

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[She began to lead the way back to the staircase, explaining:]

Showers are on the third floor. Aaand you'll learn soon enough that the Barge isn't like any place you've been before.

[She was reluctant to use the term 'magic' on account of sound crazy or causing him any more anxiety.]

Your room looks like your room back home, right? Or, at least, a place you like?

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...So that's what you call it.

[He went with her willingly enough, keeping about even pace with her while still giving the impression of following, although the question about the rooming arrangement gained her a strange look.]

Are you kidding? It's a step up from some of the places I've been, but it's still a shithole.

[If he realized it wasn't standard for everyone he might have responded differently, but he has no reason to think otherwise.]

Spam!

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Oh. Sorry, I just thought all the rooms changed into an old room from home. Every cabin is different on the inside. Mine's a mixture between the room I had in Odessa and the one I had in Costa Verde.

[She paused before the stairs, nodding down the hall they'd come down.]

Seventh floor has the art therapy room and the cleaning closet...what all have they told you over the network so I don't repeat things for you?

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[He shrugged]

We didn't exactly stay in one place more than a couple nights at a time, so maybe they just didn't know what to put. Although it would've been nice if there was at least a TV.

[He thought over both the information she'd given him and the new question, and responded with another shrug]

I'm dead and I can't leave until I redeem myself for...something.

[Hell if he knows what, since he's done ABSOLUTELY nothing wrong ever. Clearly.]

We're in space, the driver's an asshole, and I get a warden appointed to me...eventually. That's about it.

Spam!

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You could always ask for something better, sometimes the Admiral is decent, [she called over her shoulder.] He took us to Disney World once.

I'll give you a tour after you shower. I can't imagine you really want to walk around like that.

Spam!

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[Richie is entirely too easily distracted when following individuals of the female persuasion up stairs (or really...anywhere, for that matter), so it probably wasn't all that surprising that he really only caught about half of what she was saying without someone to keep his mind on track. Consequently there was a vacant murmur of agreement after which he realized he probably actually needed to say something.]

Yeah, that sounds good. Um. Disney World's the one in Florida, right?

[See? He was paying attention. Sort of.]

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Yeah, Disneyland is in California.

[Claire pointed to each floor as they passed it, saying what could be found there. Six had the pool table and laundromat ("You can come back and wash your clothes here, unless you'd rather trash them"), five had the library, and four had the gymnasium ("Which is where I work"). Having reached the third, she led him in the direction of the male Inmate showers.]

Your Warden will assign you a job, like kitchen staff or janitorial duty. And they're the person who can take you into the CES, which is a place that changes into almost anything you're thinking of.

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[More information filed away for later -- six and four being marked as the most obviously important -- before he followed her out onto the third floor. Unlike his last excursion out into the halls, he made a point not to peek into any of the rooms, instead keeping his attention on the girl and the girl alone under the pretense of gleaning as much information about this place as he could.]

I'm not working for some overweight pig with a nightstick, I don't care what the rules are. What's CES stand for?

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[It got a chuckle out of her, his remark.]

Uh huh. CES stands for Closed Ecological System. It's pretty cool, but you'll need a Warden to get inside. Same goes for the pub.

[Showers reached, Claire waved a hand in front of the door.]

And last, but not least, the showers.