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patheticvillain) wrote2014-09-09 03:57 pm
patheticvillain) wrote2014-09-09 03:57 pm
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Whoever brings me ibuprofen and weed first gets to be my best friend for the next week.
What'd I miss? Needy, where the fuck are you? Where's my cat?
private } daneca
Was there a flood? I heard there was a flood. Did it get you?
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[The first thing Cassel does - after a really solid lunch and a long shower - is get down to the gym. He doesn't know what's happened to Mindy, but it seems like he's on his own here for a little while. So he meanders through the gym equipment, cleaning, re-organizing, and very obviously brooding.]
What'd I miss? Needy, where the fuck are you? Where's my cat?
private } daneca
Was there a flood? I heard there was a flood. Did it get you?
spam } open
[The first thing Cassel does - after a really solid lunch and a long shower - is get down to the gym. He doesn't know what's happened to Mindy, but it seems like he's on his own here for a little while. So he meanders through the gym equipment, cleaning, re-organizing, and very obviously brooding.]
spamarama
[He's not on the ball right now, still a little woozy and bone-weary. Someone could jump him physically right now if they wanted; that wouldn't be hard. But speech patterns and body language are second nature to him - just like paranoia.]
[He gives her a broad smile, the hundred-watt one that used to make girls fall at his feet when that was something he was after, and leans on the nearest treadmill.]
You know you can kill a man with a five-pound weight, right? It's all in the swing.
You're new.
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[ she's seen some weird shit, okay. not that she's going into that at all. it was easy to talk about Zombieland when she first got here, when she was genuinely freaked out and worried, but now it seems too telling, too- something. it makes her stick out too much. which is the opposite of what she wants.
her smile back is automatic. not quite flirtatious, but it's the smile of somebody that recognizes the smile she's getting from him, the lean, the look. she's just wondering how many people he's convinced that that smile ( that lean, that look ) is reserved for them and only them. ]
Mm. What gave me away?
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How I haven't seen you around before. And how you look a little less girl-next-door than the other girl walking around with your face. Maybe it's the make-up, I don't know. I'm not an expert.
[Yes, though. He really is.]
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[ her twinsie~ only apparently she's blonde, and a teenager, and probably way nicer than her. people seem to know her, too, which could be a good thing if the circumstances called for it- but probably not here. this stupid boat limits things. so her brow furrows up and she breaks the eye contact, like she's really that torn up about it. ]
I'm guessing that's another thing I'm supposed to just 'get used to'? Learning you have a doppelganger who looks like the kind of kid your parents wish you were? That's great. Best rehab prison ever.
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[He snaps his fingers, leaning back against the full-length mirrors, and points at her almost accusingly.]
Here's a tip, not-Gwen: don't talk to strangers about your mommy and daddy issues unless you want them to draw some really embarrassing conclusions about you. Do you want me to draw some really embarrassing conclusions about you?
[Maybe she does. Who fucking knows? Not him. Not yet.]
And yes, for the record, you are supposed to just get used to it. Unless you like wasting your energy. There's not a goddamn thing you can do about it.
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No, I don't like wasting my energy. But I'm a huge fan of drawing embarrassing conclusions. Any kind of conclusions, really. Although right now I'm having a hard time deciding if you're always this much of a sass mcfrass, or if that's something you save for the newbies who don't trip over their words trying to talk to you. [ she squints and scrunches her nose a bit in an exaggerated thinky-face as she takes a step closer to him, like she's trying to get a good look ] Hm. Tough call.
[ ... and yes, she called him a sass mcfrass. that's what Little Rock always called her when she got sassy, so. ]
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[He can safely say he has never heard this phrase before. So good job, Wichita.]
I save it for newbies and people I like. [Which amounts to almost everyone; he's found that the less he looks at them as potential marks, the more tolerable people become. Anyway, she falls into both categories.]
[He scrunches his nose right back at her, supremely confident that he looks adorable.]
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So, what's your story? Are you a big bad warden, or did somebody's charming smile fail to get him out of trouble one too many times?
[ she doesn't sound judgmental or anything, more like... amused, maybe? this whole place still doesn't feel real. she's not taking it that seriously, at least. ]
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[These are actually both pretty factual assessments of the story of his life - other than the 'big, bad' part. There's also a lack of personal accountability in there, but, well. It's not nice to talk about personal accountability on the first date.]
I was an inmate for a while, I graduated, I stuck around because that's the kind of responsible guy I am. [He shows teeth in another charming smile.] And you're an inmate.
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[ there's a slight lift to her tone there, not quite silly, but like she's too aware of how easy it would be to just lie for the sake of making someone stop asking questions. but anyway, she just squints a bit at that smile, another yeah, yeah look ]
Seems that way. Although rumor has it I was here before as a Warden, so who really knows.
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That's the thing. If people were going to come up with a lie, it would be a less blatantly bullshit one. People always believe a collection of lies much more easily than one big one, you know? And this one's huge. And stupid. Space prison? It's implausible.
But yeah. It's also true. I don't know how it works, or why you might have been one thing before and something else now, but this is the bullshit reality we're dealing with.
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[ no, she doesn't believe she's actually dead. there's no "quiet" way to go when it comes to zombies. she would have woken up, and she would have been in a world of pain. and she's decidedly not commenting at all on the mechanics of a good lie, nope. not just yet. ]
It is what it is, I guess. [ yes that's simple ] Anyway. I'm Wichita. Where are you from?
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[He raises his eyebrows.] Wichita? Like Kansas?
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-- Just like Kansas, yes.
[ that doesn't answer her questionnnn ]
So where are you from?
[ getit? ]
okay i don't remember if this is ever mentioned so let's play pretend
[Tell him everything, though. He raises his eyebrows even higher.]
Around. Franklin, New Jersey, mostly.
i like playing pretend :D
Oh my god, Franklin. That is perfect. You look like a Franklin. Frankie, Frank.
[ she's really amused by this just give her a second ]
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[you fuckin. weird jerk. >:I!!!]
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[ yeah now she's just being a pain in the ass. don't you rain on her weird name hangups, sir ]
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[But okay, it's a little funny. Like. A little.]
[She's still a jerk.]
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[ like it matters what some new Inmates calls a Warden, right? eh, maybe he'll play along. she's wondering how caught up he'll get on the name thing. some people really do get weird about names, which is the total opposite of her. she likes nicknames. makes it harder to point fingers. ]
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[Mostly people get given nicknames by Chris, who doesn't give him nicknames he doesn't like. Generally. But still: Franklin's not as bad as it could be.]
So dish.
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The USA is called "Zombieland", where I'm from. I'd say that pretty much covers it.
[ she gives him an eye-crinkling smile with that, like she's just so damn proud of herself, but it melts away again fast ]
Yes, that's true. But it sucks, uh. Yeah. It sucks. It's easy to be nonchalant about it here, but the whole death thing- it means I was either eaten, which is impossible to not wake up from, or the virus somehow killed me in my sleep. But I know I didn't get bit, because I'm not a complete dumbass. And there's really no other way to get sick anymore, besides that. So my choices of deaths here are either that I was somehow mauled in my sleep, or one of the guys I was temporarily traveling with and planning on ditching in the morning put a bullet in my head.
Which they wouldn't, because Columbus is gutless and Tallahassee- just wouldn't do that.
[ to Little Rock is the rest of that sentence, but she's not ready to tell people about her sister just yet. ]
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[Wait, that's totally not the point.]
[He shifts his weight, not quite meeting her eyes.]
Maybe somebody drugged you and then you got eaten?
[Super comforting.]
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You suck.
[ but that makes her laugh? so. obviously she's not that offended. ]
How did you die? Before you got here and fixed it, or whatever.
[ and apparently she thinks that means she can ask questions now too ]
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[He's really not putting a lot of effort into the insults right now. And the question makes him laugh - he's far enough removed from the incident that it's mostly just hilarious. Typical. And hilarious.]
[He sticks out his finger and thumb, making his hand into a gun, cocks it at the back of his head. Pulls the 'trigger'. Mouths bang.]
The mafia. The mean mafia, not the ones I liked. So it's not quite up there with getting eaten alive.
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