Who: Blue and Kim
What: A "fight" being broken up
Where: The Rec Room
When: Wednesday afternoon
Rating: R for language
For some reason, one of the inspectors had decided to question Blue about the activities going on at the "detention facility". Maybe it was because she was reading a Nancy Drew mystery novel, sitting curled up in a chair, unassuming. Maybe it was because she didn't look old enough to have a criminal record. Maybe it was because she looked sweet and innocent. The guy talking to her was fat, but not because of glands, from obvious overindulgence and laziness. He was fat on his own greed, she could tell. His hair was combed over his bald spot most unattractively, and he smiled too much. He thought that he smelled bullshit, like something was wrong with this place and he was going to sniff it out. How could the inmates be so placid unless the staff was doing illegal, unspeakable things to them? Or worse, what if the inmates ran the show? Blue was cooperative, because the guy was clearly dumb. He'd never discover the truth.
Apparently she had been placed in here for arson, and her interviewer was trying to see if she actually knew what arson was. Blue smiled at him sweetly, telling him nonsense about catalysts and making it look like an electrical malfunction, all the while wishing she could take that pen of his and scribble all over his head, giving him a more believeable sense of hair. "Miss Bergeron," the man said, his tone suddenly dropping to an almost whisper, "you seem very content with your situation."
"Uh huh," she nodded helpfully. "They're nice here."
"In all my years in this line of work, I've never met a truly content prisoner. Surely you harbor at least some resentment for being here?"
Blue shrugged. "Maybe I deserve to be in here. It could be worse, you know."
The man raised a dubious eyebrow, scribbling something on his clip board. "If, um... Blue, if the staff here are being too harsh, or unfair, or if something isn't right, you can tell me about it. You don't have to pretend to be happy for me like you do with them." He licked his lips. "Is something bad happening to you?"
Panic flashed in Blue's mind. Oh no! She was being too nice, and she seemed too happy, and now they thought the school was doing something wrong. But she was supposed to be nice, be a good girl, because daddy told her to be. But the school needed her to be naughty, and if the school shut down all because of her, daddy would be furious! But what to do? Maybe she could be a good girl by being a bad girl. Glaring at the man, Blue grabbed his pen from his hand and slapped the clip board to the ground, lunging for him with a shrill primal scream. "What NEEDS to be happening," she growled, jamming the point of the pen against his throat, pining him to the floor, "is for you to get the FUCK out of my face!!"