Isaac Callahan (carrotandstick) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-12-02 23:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [11] november, demi rafferty, isaac callahan |
Who: Demi and Isaac
Where: their apartment, aka Demi's new prison
What: the house arrest begins
When: November 10th, after Isaac meets with Olinger and Reason
Anger was bubbling just under the surface of Isaac’s skin but he pushed it down, forcing himself to take deep and even breaths as they walked back towards their apartment. The walk there was silent and even icier than the past several days had been between them. If she thought he was mad before, well, Demi hadn’t seen nothing yet. With the door finally shut behind them, Isaac still remained silent as he kicked his shoes off then loosened his tie. He should probably go to work today. He actually wanted to go to work today, mostly because he wouldn’t be stuck here with Demi, but first they needed to have a conversation. Turning to look at her, and keeping his voice neutral, he said, “You’re officially on house arrest. We’re getting security cameras installed in the kitchen, living room and bedroom. I hope you enjoyed Thanksgiving at the LBJ,” his last words laced with sarcasm. Of all the people Demi wanted to be around at this very moment, Isaac was pretty damn low on that list. Not because she disliked him, but because he had been right. He had told her that going to the LBJ was a bad idea, had even alluded to the fact that something like this would happen. Yet, true to form she’d done exactly what she had wanted to, fully aware of the danger she was putting herself in. Truth be told, house arrest was a better outcome than Demi had expected. She was positive that Olinger had his reasons for keeping her out of La Quinta. Reasons that had nothing to do with mercy or kindness. The sheer fact that she was also allowed to keep her Capitol phone was also off putting. She might not be rotting away inside of the terrifying walls of the former hotel, but Demi had no delusions about being free. She just had a prettier cage than any other criminal in the Capitol. The door shuts behind them and Isaac begins his spiel about the cameras and Demi visibly sneers. Not only was she now officially forced to live within the walls of this apartment, but some patrolmen was going to be watching her every move. “You did this, didn’t you?” Demi asked, well aware that Isaac must have worked some kind of deal to keep her out of La Quinta….again. Never before had she felt so deeply the fact that Isaac was too good for her. All she did was take advantage of him, selfishly doing whatever she wanted, and yet he was still looking out for her -- even at the expense of his own privacy. “And you were right, is that what you fucking want to hear?” Demi snapped, despite the guilt she felt, his sarcastic words still had a way of getting a rise out of her. “Yeah, I’m fucking thrilled to be right about this. I’m elated that you nearly got arrested for hanging out with a bunch of Hellhound sympathizers. I’m overjoyed that we have to have cameras installed in my home because you can’t be trusted to follow the conditions of your release from prison in the first place. Can’t you tell how happy I am?” Isaac snapped back, his face clearly the opposite of the feelings he just described. His eyes were hard, his brows in a deep furrow, and his mouth was set in a stern line as he looked down at her. He didn’t even acknowledge that he was the one to set up the terms of Demi’s house arrest, knowing fully that it would impact him as well, because it was pretty obvious that it was his doing. It kept her out of La Quinta and that was all that really mattered. Only now, he was wondering why in the hell he fought so hard for it when she didn’t bother to give him the same consideration. Why did he bother when no matter what he did, he couldn’t stop her from taking and taking until the well ran dry and then they’d both be shit out of luck. Was there even a point anymore? “You know nobody has even bothered to ask me if I was there scheming, which I wasn’t, by the way,” Demi growled out through clenched teeth. “I told you the truth when I said I was going because Savannah and I are old friends. Did I see people from the Dog Park, yes, but we didn’t sneak off to some dark room to whisper and scheme about the men locked up in La Quinta.” No, that was days ago when she had met with Savannah. “Not that you care, Olinger’s fed you a line and you’ve fallen for it hook, line and sinker. What does that say about us if you don’t believe me?” He had good reason not to believe her, it wasn’t exactly like she had been upfront with him about everything, but right now she was being honest and so it stung that he couldn’t see that. Her expression shifted from angry to hurt, the realization dawning on her that maybe her fear had been right, maybe there wasn’t a ‘them’ anymore. That Isaac finding out she had known about the attack on the DoJ might have changed his opinion of her forever. “Unless of course there isn’t an ‘us’ anymore and now I really am just the hound whore that’s become your burden.” Slumping onto the couch and running his hands through his hair in frustration, he let out an aggravated sigh. “I don’t think that about you and do you really think I’d keep putting my ass on the line for you if there wasn’t something between us? But--” He lifted his head, turning to glance at Demi, “I asked you if you had a phone from them and told you I would get rid of it and you told me you didn’t. Guess what they found in your stuff? How am I supposed to believe you and be on your side when you lie to my face? And then I look like the jackass defending you because I’m wrong.” Whatever small glimmer of hope Demi felt when he doesn’t deny that there’s something between them still is gone the moment he zeroes in on her lie about the phone. “I lied because I didn’t want to give up that phone,” Demi knew she could have come up with a different reason, but she went with honesty, something she should have done months ago with Isaac. “And isn’t it better that you didn’t know about it? You don’t look like an accomplice that way so Olinger can’t exact some kind of punishment on you as well…” she trailed off, unsure if it really was better or not that he had gone into that meeting believing the lie she had told him. Letting silence fall between them, Demi moved over to the couch and settled herself on the arm furthest from Isaac. Her expression was apologetic as she held his gaze. “This won’t make up for any of this, but I swear lying about that phone and Adelaide’s jailbreak are the only two times I’ve lied to you.” Were there things she was avoiding telling him, yes, but those two instances were the only times she had literally lied to him. “Those are some pretty damn big lies,” Isaac scowled. Even if it was her intention to reassure him that whatever had happened between them was real, it didn’t make him feel any better. This was something they both felt so passionately about, deep down in their souls, and they were on opposite sides of the fence. Demi had no rebuttal, no argument against Isaac’s words. Her lies carried weight and now she was paying for her deception, watching as the admission of them drove a wedge further between them. He wasn’t convinced that his numerous times defending of Demi hadn’t landed him on Olinger’s radar, and honestly after everything that he’d seen happen to Demi, Isaac was suspicious of the mayor. He hated it all. He hated how he was questioning everything he believed in and wondering if he was even the kind of person he thought he was. Because sexual assault used as a tactic for information gathering and house arrests as punishment for Demi visiting someone who is known to associate with criminals wasn’t the kind of justice Isaac had gone to law school for. It wasn’t like he was saying Demi was right, but at the same time, it left Isaac more shaken than he wanted to admit. “I don’t know when they’re installing the cameras but I don’t think it’s safe for anyone if you’re here alone when they come.” It would be easy enough for him to grab some files and paperwork from his office and do the work here. Plus, he didn’t think they would be ready so soon after the meeting ended so if he went now it should be safe enough. “So can you either stay here until I come back or not get caught escaping when I go? Because I won’t be able to do jack shit for you the next time you get in trouble. I hope you realize I’ve used all my get out of jail cards for you.” That thought hadn’t even entered Demi’s mind, the idea of safety or lack thereof if she was in the apartment alone when they came to install the cameras. It was a small comfort, one she wasn’t even sure she should have allowed herself, to know that Isaac still held concern for her after everything she had put him through in the last two days, or the weeks before that even. Demi’s expression shifted from apologetic to serious, dark eyes boring into his green ones as she spoke. “I’m not going to try and escape,” she began, shifting only marginally closer to Isaac. “I don’t want to leave you.” And it wasn’t just because of everything he had done for her, no, she didn’t want to leave him because she loved him. Even if they were fighting, even if they never found their way back to how they used to be, even if she had damaged their relationship so deeply it could never be repaired, Demi would remain here until he decided otherwise. “Then I’ll make sure you won’t have to do anything else for me,” Demi planned on being a model prisoner, or at least stay compliant enough to avoid ending up back in La Quinta. “Anyway, what could I possible do in our apartment to land myself in trouble with Olinger again?” If there was trouble to be found on house arrest, Isaac was sure that Demi could find it, but that was a whole fight itself so he kept his lips shut. “Good, that’s what I like to hear. I’ll be back soon.” Slipping his shoes back on, he gave one last look at Demi before exiting their apartment and heading back towards his office, wondering how the hell they were going to make it through this house arrest without going crazy. |