Characters: Remy and Hannah Setting: Courtyard in front of The Facility, Friday Morning January 19th. Summary: a chat Rating: low
Remy couldn’t get into work without his badge so he was stuck for a while. He knew that they would likely all be issued new identification. The government wanted too badly to keep track of them. But until then his only connections within the Facility were other people who worked there who hadn’t burned their IDs. He was just making his way over when he spotted Hanna sitting on a bench outside.
After he had the run in with Hanna Remy had begun to look into her. He wanted to know more about this girl and the more he learned the more he was intrigued. He really wanted to know if maybe she could join their side. If he could turn her she could do a lot of good for The Faction. But first he had to find out if she would even be interested. He hadn’t seen her at the protest so he had to try to find her some other way. This opportunity was a good start.
Making his way over Remy sat on the opposite side of the bench so they were almost back to back but he could still speak to her. “You look like you’re enjoying the lovely weather we’re having.”
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Seated on the bench, Hannah’s attention was consumed with her phone. While it may have looked to anyone else like she was just playing a game or texting, she was ‘working’ because she was always working. She hadn’t paid much attention to who sat down beside her, mostly because she figured no one wanted to talk to her anyway. Going to the protest reminded her that; the only time people wanted to talk to her was to find out more about what she did at the Facility. And that was Hannah’s least favorite subject.
Hearing the familiar voice, Hannah glanced up and looked around. Spotting Remy, Hannah eyed him curiously before looking back to her phone. “It’s not raining so that’s a plus.”
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Remy wanted to know more about the woman than about what she did as a job. At least for now. That was still secondary. And in his mind the best way to learn about people was to try to get to know them in a casual way. It also didn’t hurt that he could read their minds. At least most people anyway. That woman at the protest put him off because she was obviously shield. He needed to get over that.
“That’s definitely a good thing. And you look like you’re a little less exhausted than last time I saw you. I hope your throat recovered from your scalding.” He teased a little with a smile in his voice.
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“Huh? Oh, yeah. Thanks.” Hannah wasn’t sure she felt any less tired, but she was used to that so it didn’t bother her much anymore. She had forgotten about the hot coffee incident, which was a good thing because it meant she hadn’t really burned herself too badly at all. “So, um. You want me to let you in or something?” She’d seen video of the protest and knew he was running things. She also knew he worked at the Facility and probably wanted to be able to go back to work or something. Why else would he be talking to her now?
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Remy smiled a bit to himself. “Nah, no point in getting you in trouble too. I’m just going to have to wait until they give me a new ID and find out if I still have a job.” Remy shrugged. “I have patience.” Leaning back he crossed his legs and pulled out his phone so it would look like he was playing on it or talking to it instead of her. “I didn’t see you at the protest so I was curious what your thoughts were.”
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“They can’t fire everyone. Then they’d have to bring in new people and that’s a hassle in and of itself.” Hannah glanced to Remy again, studying him for a moment before looking back to her phone. “Patience is a virtue I didn’t get along the way, so good for you.” When he brought up the protest, Hannah just frowned a little and smirked. “Yeah, I wasn’t going to show up to that and then have to deal with shit later. No thanks.” She didn’t share her thoughts, and that was purposeful.
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“So very true. I’m hoping that I’m valuable enough that they’ll decide to keep me around. If not I’ll go wash dishes or something. I’m one of those who needs to be busy or I cause trouble.” Remy smiled at his own joke. He focused his eyes on his phone as he began to slowly, gently probe at her mind. He hoped she wouldn’t know that he was in there. If she figured it out he’d deal with it but he figured it was worth the risk. “I get that.” He nodded. “There were a lot of people who didn’t participate for the same reason. Some of us just decided it was worth the risk. But you have a much higher risk knowing your job.”
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“Right.” That was all Hannah was willing to say out loud. But without even blinking, she tapped into Remy’s phone, opening the Notes app on his screen and sending a message through that. It was easier that way, and less conspicuous than sending a text. She glanced over her shoulder to look around them while the words appeared on his screen. Seems like you cause trouble with or without things to keep you busy. Trying to stir shit up is a bad idea.
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Remy smiled to himself when the note showed up on his phone. That was step one wasn’t it? Getting her to talk to him? He typed back to her When we were dumped into the shit against our will and are constantly having our faces forced down into it then we’re allowed to stir it up. I’m just giving people a platform to speak out and fight back. What’s wrong with that? “You know the first day if spring is only 60 days away?” Yay for random conversation bits that had nothing to do with what they were actually talking about.
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Hannah just smirked, shaking her head as she read his response. She was tempted to respond, but the decided against it. It’s not like it would change his mind anyway. And she had a feeling he knew exactly what was wrong with it. From what she’d tracked so far, he knew the guy who’d gotten killed at the coffee shop. No need to bring up the possibility of getting murdered for stepping out of line. “Sixty days, but who’s counting right? I never paid much attention to the seasons before here.”
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Remy was disappointed when she didn’t reply. That didn’t mean he couldn’t keep talking. Can you honestly tell me you’re okay with the things going on here? You have to have heard about the shit that happened on New Years. You’re not blind. And you’re not stupid. He didn’t want to refer to anything she had thought about. No need to scare her off. “I’m a big fan of spring. Rebirth and green things and all of that symbolism.”
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Hannah scoffed at that message and was very tempted to shut down the communication at that. Or even, just because she could, kill his phone just to show him that she had more knowledge that he was aware of. Still not responding via text, Hannah glanced around again. “Right. Symbolism, I’m not much into that anymore. Things are pretty much exactly what they seem like.”
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The scoff told him that she had at least read what he had sent her. And her threat made him smirk a little. It would suck but he’d manage. He kept typing. Okay so you’re not into the rhetoric so I won’t give you the speech about hope. This place is bullshit and I’m sick of it. So I’m doing something about it. Looking around at the trees and the sky Remy smiled to himself. “Are they? I find that a bit … shortsighted.”
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Hannah was starting to get annoyed. Remy was making a whole lot of assumptions without much information to back it up. Or at least that’s how it seemed to her. Standing, she pocketed her phone and headed toward the building. She was still connected to his phone though, and sent another message. If you think things are bad for you, I can promise you, things are far worse for others. So you don’t need to preach to me, I’m just shortsighted, right?
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Remy sighed to himself. He hadn’t meant to piss her off, though he really was good at that. But he had gotten more of a reaction by pissing her off than he had before so he chalked that up to a win. Now he just needed to figure out how to reel her in instead of pushing her further away. Okay so no more preaching. And no more judging. Straight up question. Do you want to do something about it?
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Showing her ID at the door to the building, Hannah was granted access and headed inside without a look back to Remy on the bench. I know I don’t want to be trapped or killed trying to do it. I know no one around here is going to stick their neck out for me, so why should I do it for anyone else? Before he could answer, Hannah cut the communication, shutting down Remy’s phone but not making it malfunction completely.
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Remy sighed softly when his phone shut down and tucked it into his pocket. Well it hadn’t gone exactly as he had dreamed but he didn’t feel discouraged. Maybe he had gotten somewhere? He had at least opened the conversation and the fact that she didn’t blow his phone up in his face he took as another win. Standing up he looked up at the building before heading off the way he had come.