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likewisconsin ([info]likewisconsin) wrote in [info]snyderville,
@ 2009-12-06 22:32:00

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Entry tags:bailey hirsch-carroll, madison avery

Who: Bailey and Maddy
What: Sometimes people just need drugs.
Where: Cellblock H
When: Pot o'clock
Rating: PG-13
Status: Incomplete



There was a good reason Madison generally avoided drugs, and that was her astoundingly poor tolerance to the stuff. All of it. But a week had passed since her run-in with her father, and anybody in Snyderville, hell, maybe even the surrounding county, knew that the shit storm had just continued spinning from there. There was a point where a person could throw all predetermined limits aside to find some release, and Maddy had reached it.

On Wednesday. She'd reached it Wednesday.

Even though there was far more to worry about than that stupid yoga class, it still sat wrong with Maddy. Bailey was the easiest source of drugs that she could think up, but reluctance won over until the bodies started piling up outside the prison walls and people began looking at her like she was a direct extension of Chase's killing spree. Granted, some had looked at her like that long before her fucking father had gone all Prison Break on their asses, but most of them hadn't.

She finally caved, not really feeling like she had much pride left to salvage. Maddy followed the breadcrumb trail of bright wall paintings and hippie designs until she found the obvious cellblock, glad that Bailey was both inside and facing the bars. Made it easier to catch his attention as she sort of slumped against the inside wall of his cell.

Hey, she signed, actually glad for the quiet. Asking for a joint outright seemed rude and Maddy really couldn't risk that right then.

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-12-08 12:50 am UTC (link)
Bailey looked up from his sketchbook as Maddy approached - he'd been putting the final details on a rather un-hippyesque drawing of rainclouds and beasties when he'd seen her walk by. He hadn't been in the best of moods lately, what with a psycho killer on the loose and everyone else acting funny. He was beginning to doubt his own optimistic assertions that all was well and good despite the apocalypse, not that he was going to tell anyone else about that.

Bailey falsified a smile in Maddy's direction - it wasn't her fault if things were nuts, after all - and greeted her with a wave rather than a verbal or signed hello. He then patted his mattress, gesturing for her to have a seat and hang out for awhile.

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-12-08 02:09 am UTC (link)
It was quite possibly the greatest moment of relief Madison had experienced in a long while when Bailey waved and gestured for her to join him. She could ignore the strained edges of his smile that made her check and confirm that the happy expression wasn't hitting his eyes. It was pouring out and he was offering an umbrella. Wasn't her right to look deeper than that.

She slipped down onto the mattress, breathing out a sigh, eyes closed, before she glanced over at Bailey. Then Bailey's sketchbook. Then Bailey again. "You okay?" she asked, a furrow forming before she remembered to sign the question as well. Bailey didn't angst on paper.

Any distraction from her own baggage was good, though, right?

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-12-08 02:22 am UTC (link)
"Mm?" Bailey asked, unsure of what she was asking until she signed it again. He glanced down at the book, then back at Maddy before slamming it shut and tossing it aside.

I'm fine. Jail fucking sucks. Bailey signed wryly. Watching Maddy's expression, he noted that she didn't seem all that okay. Even if she usually tended to look somewhat not-okay, it was still enough cause for some concern.

Bailey reached out and squeezed Maddy's shoulder. "How are you feeling?" he asked her.

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-12-08 03:31 am UTC (link)
A smile was mustered up, far more genuine that Bailey's had been, but significantly smaller. It was funny, a declaration about jail sucking, but humor only carried her so far these days. No surprise there.

Maddy tensed beneath Bailey's touch, an unwelcome reaction to a gesture she knew she should've appreciated. Things were just stockpiled right beneath her skin, one layer away from bursting forth and making a horrific mess of everything and everyone nearby. Holding her shit together was proving to be difficult, but she was still managing, and Maddy made a point not to acknowledge the tense muscle beneath Bailey's rather warm hand.

"I'll give you three guesses," she told him, meeting his gaze. That promptly proved to be an unwise idea, and Maddy settled on staring at her jeans. Maybe Bailey was better at determining when to pull out the drugs than he had been at figuring out when to get naked.

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-12-08 03:39 am UTC (link)
Her reaction to his touch said it all; even if she hadn't said anything further, he would've been able to take a wild guess at how she was feeling. He didn't fault her, really - he guessed he probably wouldn't feel any better, were he in her shoes right now.

Bailey removed his hand, clasping his fingers over one knee instead.

"Let me guess - jail fucking sucks?" he said, attempting to give her a comforting smile, even as she looked away.

"You want some cookies, maybe? Watch a movie? I've still got that hookah, if you ever want to give that a try."

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-12-08 06:10 am UTC (link)
Madison was able to laugh, oddly enough, at the repeating of Bailey's earlier sentiments. Yes, jail fucking sucked, as did the world, just about everyone in it, zombies, fathers, onward, et cetera. She slipped off her sneakers, as not to be rude, and pulled her legs up to her chest, forehead to her knees as she chuckled to herself.

Bailey could still see her face, so it wasn't likely he'd confuse this for crying. Fuck, that would be awkward.

"Cookies and pot," she said, then signed a bit sloppily over her head so she wouldn't need to shift from her current position. She and Bailey had laughed like this before, in a highly inappropriate fashion that hinted heavily towards mental instability. Hopefully he was still down with that branch of lunacy. "Please," she added politely.

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-12-09 05:46 am UTC (link)
Bailey hadn't really expected Madison to actually accept his offer of pot, but hey - there was a first time for everything, right?

"But of course! You know the offer always stands." Bailey said cheerily, crawling to the edge of the bed to stand and fetch his stash out of a fairly-traded box on his top bunk. He removed a small baggie and some rolling papers, then sat next to Maddy again.

There's a box of cookies under the bed, he signed at her, settling himself and opening the ziploc to sniff at its contents with a euphoric expression. He grinned at Maddy, then set the pot down so that his hands were free.

This is some good shit. The best, in fact. Do you want to smoke a joint first or did you want to try that hookah after all? he signed. Ever the gracious host, Bailey held out several small packets of rolling papers for Madison to choose from: regular, grape, candy cane, and (oddly enough) bacon flavours.

"Lady's choice," Bailey said, happy to have someone new to share one of his favourite hobbies with.

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-12-11 12:41 am UTC (link)
Yeah, Maddy knew the offer always stood. That was kind of an obvious part of being Bailey, one that she was really appreciating right about now. But the chance of her rolling in for weed again was slim. It also wasn't something she needed to mention, so she uncurled herself from her huddled ball and looked over at Bailey properly.

The guy had a killer smile. That much hadn't changed, even though everything else in her life felt like a fucking train wreck. She smiled back and then tapped the ordinary rolling paper.

"How about we be adventurous later, yeah?" she suggested, at least hinting at some degree of mischief as she made a note to remember where these alluring cookies were located. Maddy couldn't be bothered to find them just yet, but she'd want them soon. Really, really soon.

"You're fun," Maddy said after a pause, watching Bailey as he went to work. She really made a shitty friend, but ignoring that would keep her from raining on this drugged-out parade. She laid back on the bed instead. Safer alternative and all.

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-12-11 03:32 am UTC (link)
Bailey was too engrossed in his joint-rolling to notice she'd said anything, but he smiled back at her regardless as he expertly licked the paper to keep it stuck together. When he'd finished, he set the rest of his supplies aside and pulled a lighter from his pants pocket.

Ignoring the fact that she was lying down, Bailey handed both the joint and the lighter to Maddy, then lay back on the bed himself.

Ladies first, he said, then shut his eyes, attempting to think happy thoughts as he waited for his turn.

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-12-12 02:45 am UTC (link)
She trusted that he could managed the rest of the rolling without her watchful eye. Maddy decided to just study what was immediately above her, zoned out just enough for shapes to slip into easy blurs that were meaningless. Nothing was troublesome or harmful, nothing had definition or tactful designs. Just the way she would've liked things to always be.

But that would just be too easy.

Taking what Bailey handed her, Maddy watched with detached curiosity as he laid back as well and shut his eyes, then laughed because he wouldn't know she was doing it. She'd never considered it, but being able to end all conversations by closing your eyes had to be a neat trick during annoying chats.

If he was currently annoyed, at least Bailey didn't look it. Maddy shifted a little, then brought the joint to her lips and lit the thing up. This was going to go straight to her head, so having a head start couldn't hurt.

Once Maddy felt fairly positive she was on the right road to hazy-minded blankness, she tapped Bailey's hand to capture his attention. His turn.

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-12-12 04:13 am UTC (link)
Bailey's eyes snapped back to attention, and he accepted the joint, inhaling deeply before passing it back to Maddy. Since he was more than used to this sort of thing, one turn wasn't enough to affect him much at all. He didn't, however, realise that Maddy was relatively herbally inexperienced. He merely came to the conclusion that as she seemed to be experienced in many other areas, she probably wasn't new to the realm of recreational drug use, either.

Good, huh? he mouthed silently, waiting for Maddy's approval.

Go on, take a couple of turns. I don't mind. he added, gesturing.

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-12-12 04:31 am UTC (link)
Okay, so Bailey didn't know that she was a comparative lightweight. Really, he should think of any non-hippie as just that, but apparently the man didn't. Probably some other weird hippie doctrine that needed to be loosely and cheerfully followed and...ahh. Weed.

Maddy shifted onto her side, taking the joint back without protest. Who cares if she ended up confessing a passionate love for Goldfish crackers and hot wax? She certainly didn't. After a quick nod, Madison proceeded to further impede her mental facilities, smiling lazily when she finally relinquished the joint back to its rightful owner.

"What would you mind?" she asked him, signing sloppily after a pause. He was a hippie, right? Hippies didn't seem bothered by much. Made perfect sense to ask, then. Mhm.

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-12-12 04:40 am UTC (link)
Bailey nodded his thanks, took another hit, then handed it back, feeling just slightly more relaxed rather than impeded in any way. It took him a moment or two before he combined the bits of what she'd said and signed into something he could understand.

He considered her question as though it was something incredibly profound.

Policemen. Itchy clothing. People with accents. he replied finally, then waited to see what Madison's list would be, eyes wide with curiosity.

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-12-12 05:06 am UTC (link)
Rather than immediately taking a hit, Maddy rolled the joint slowly between her fingers. It looked convincingly contemplative, as though her deep, insightful thoughts needed to be collected. The reality of the situation was that she got distracted. Heard his responses, but didn't exactly catch the part where she was supposed to contribute, just the bit about smoking up some more.

After an exhale, a hum and a brief moment where she held his gaze without so much as a twitch of mouth movement, Maddy got the hint. And smiled with the unabashed amusement that only pot allowed her to enjoy. Pot and sex. But right that moment, just pot.

"Oh me. Right," brief interlude for a laugh and then "I mind a lot. I'm not nice like you."

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-12-12 05:21 am UTC (link)
"Who - me?" Bailey asked, then let out a laugh.

I'm not nice. In my spare time, I kill kittens. Bailey joked with some adept finger twiddling. He missed the irony of his own statement, having completely forgotten the cat stomping incident of several weeks earlier. He had a short memory. Maddy's was likely to shorten soon, too.

"We should play truth or dare," Bailey said finally, after he realised he'd gone several moments without saying anything.

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-12-12 05:31 am UTC (link)
"They probably deserved it," Maddy thoughtfully remarked, biting down on her lower lip until she realized it hurt. Then she remedied the situation with another hit and a pass of the joint back to Bailey. "The kittens. Probably...fucking. Nazi kittens." She'd forgotten the cat incident as well. Secret safe, Bailey. Secret safe.

"Like, ninety-nine out of a hundred adults play truth or dare just to get naked together you know. Science."

Rather matter-of-fact about that statement, Maddy pursed her lips, then let out a laugh. "Wait...you need to pick dare first."

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-12-12 05:40 am UTC (link)
Bailey laughed loudly, then topped it off with a snort before accepting the joint again. Even without the pot, Bailey probably would have found the thought of nazi kittens highly amusing. So amusing, in fact, that he couldn't think of a thing to say to that.

"Yeah, well... ninety-nine percent of adults aren't smoking pot in a... fucking jail cell. Surrounded by zombies. So uh, yeah." Bailey said lamely, then handed the smoldering remainder of the pot back to Maddy.

He considered his dare carefully.

"I dare you to... hmm... go steal some doritos from that cell that's like, seven cells over. I'm hungry."

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-12-12 05:59 am UTC (link)
A vague sensation of pride struck when Bailey set off on a path of chortling madness, and Maddy smiled as he finally calmed. For good measure, she gave his chest a light pat, fleetingly glad he hadn't laughed himself to death.

"Ninety-nine percent of adults should be," Maddy hypothesized, then she inhaled what was likely her last hit from this particular joint. She passed it back to Bailey, since he deserved to finish it off. She couldn't remember why he deserved it, but the man did.

Now, seven cells seemed a rather grand distance to travel, and with a stroke of genius, Madison leaned over Bailey, bracing herself over him so she wouldn't fall off the bed as she retrieved the long-forgotten cookies from beneath the bed.

"Hah! Where's my reward? Or you don't get the cookies," she said. Which wasn't much of a threat, considering their shared goldfish-sized attention span, but who was keeping track?

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-12-12 06:07 am UTC (link)
Bailey finished off the tiny stub of joint, then felt about the bed next to him for an ashtray to put it out in. When he couldn't find one, he tossed it towards the bars of the cell, content to let it litter the floor until he could be bothered with picking it up. If that ever happened.

"Those aren't cheesy," Bailey said, with a faux-frown. But cheese or no cheese, he really was feeling a bit hungry and he supposed cookies were as good as anything when his stomach was growling.

"You don't get a reward. That's not how it works." he complained, when he was unable to obtain his own snack foods. He sat up in bed, then swung his legs over the edge and stood.

"Let's go on a snack run. I could use some cucumbers right about now."

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-12-12 06:22 am UTC (link)
"Stop that," Maddy said, because even a faux-frown was frown-y enough to make her...well. Frown.

They moved on quickly, which was nice. Bailey had littered and her reward was being threatened. And cucumbers were involved, but weren't they always? Maddy sighed, pushing herself to sit up, though she didn't actually take the final step and stand from the bed. She just looked at Bailey and his cheesy cucumber desires with a strange sensation of amusement, folding her legs up to get comfortable.

"It is how it works. I dared you to give a reward. Or...wait. Okay, that was in my head. But I dare you now. And the cucumbers are far away."

Victory?

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-12-12 06:28 am UTC (link)
He had to admit, she had a point there. He stroked his chin, trying to think of a response to that.

Your reward is... you get to keep those cookies. he signed finally, with a grin and a nod, as though that settled things.

Now that she mentioned it, the cucumbers were far away. That is, if there were any at all. Feeling dismayed, Bailey sunk to the ground and sat on the floor near the cell exit, legs splayed out in front of him.

"I want a vending machine. In this cell. Right now." he sulked, then, getting a sudden, brilliant idea, crawled back over towards the bed and ducked underneath it.

"There's a can of pears under here!" he announced brightly, unseen from his hiding place beneath the furniture.

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[info]likewisconsin
2009-12-13 03:34 am UTC (link)
For a moment, getting to keep the cookies sounded pretty fucking good. And then it dawned on her that he'd essentially given them to her already, back before there was rolling and lighting and smoking of weed. An eyebrow shifted towards skepticism, never quite making it, but putting in decent enough effort. She only smiled because she didn't realize she was doing it.

"These don't count. Your reward system sucks."

Take that. Right. Maddy rolled onto her stomach once Bailey collapsed to the floor, peering curiously over the edge of the bed. The problem popped up when Bailey disappeared beneath the actual furniture. He couldn't hear her! Had he forgotten that? She sighed, displeased by this latest development. To show her full annoyance, she ate one of the cookies.

"Weird hippie person," she mumbled around a chunk of deliciousness. Clearly her revenge sensors weren't working properly just then.

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[info]boymeetsghoul
2009-12-13 04:55 am UTC (link)
After a few moments' rummaging and a few more moments in which he simply lay there, admiring the texture of the mattress bottom, the can in question was nudged out from under the bed and it rolled until it hit the wall, followed by a rather dust-bunny covered Bailey.

"You want some?" he asked her, though he lacked the presence of mind to look at her for an answer. He scooted over towards the can, picked it up, and began to examine the label with interest, squinting at the ingredients list.

He made a face when he realised the can lacked a pull tab to open it, and he looked to Maddy as though she might have a can opener on her person. When she didn't, he tapped his fingers against the can, trying to think of another idea. He was just thankful that he wasn't stoned right now, or his current hunger problem would be all the more urgent.

Bailey's stomach rumbled audibly. He made a disappointed sound.

His eyes searched the cell for something to destroy the tin that was standing between him and delicious pears. Since he'd never really been a fan of having sharp objects lying around, this was more difficult than he had anticipated. When at last he laid eyes on the sledge hammer still propped up next to the 'secret' tunnel he'd bashed between he and Cameron's cells, he was desperate enough to think that this was actually a good idea.

Bailey stood and walked over, then stood the can on the ground near his feet. He picked up the sledgehammer and gave it a tentative swing in empty air before smashing the can flat in one fell swoop.

"Aha!" he exclaimed, setting the tool aside and picking up his tasty mess of a snack. He picked up the soggy mess of tin and fruit and pried the side of it open with his hands, taking out bits of the subdued mush with his fingers and sticking it in his mouth. Ignoring the juice and bits of can and pear still lying on the ground, Bailey took a seat on the bed next to Maddy, shutting his eyes as he savoured the fruits of his labour.

"Do you want some?" he asked her finally, cheeks stuffed full of gooey snackage. He held the pears -what was left of them, anyway - out to his guest, not wanting to hog all of the deliciousness.

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