Marc Russo (bluelined) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2017-03-10 10:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2020 [03] march, marc russo, victoria reed |
Who: Marc Russo & Torrie Reed
Where: Jail & wherever Torrie is :|
When: 3/1/20, 9:10AM
What: Marc's second phone call.
MARC: Hey, Reed. TORRIE: Russo. [she checks the time before she adds:] Why are you calling me this fucking early? MARC: [he laughs, the sound bitter as it cuts through the silence.] You know those fires, Reed? TORRIE: The ones in the Greenbelt? Yeah. Why? MARC: [he's going to plead guilty eventually, whether Leo likes it or not, so he says:] That was us. Guess I never got the memo the war was over when we cut and ran. [another huff of a laugh, before he adds:] This the part where you tell me I'm a fucking idiot and would know better if I'd stayed? TORRIE: I don’t think I have to tell you shit. Sounds like you already figured it out on your own, Russo. [she huffs a sigh.] What the fuck were you thinking? You didn’t guess that you’d get caught? MARC: Wasn't fucking thinking, Reed. That and… God, I don't know. [he's pacing now, as much as he can in the tiny space that's allowed.] Never figured I'd need much else besides making them feel the way we did. When we started, it didn't seem to matter if I ended up here at the end of it. TORRIE: That’s bullshit. Lighting a few things on fire just inconveniences those dumb Dogs a little. [she stops.] Fires were all you were planning, right? [and almost doesn’t want to hear his answer.] MARC: It's as far as we got. [he isn't sure anymore if he means they hadn't planned further than that, or there was more coming down the line. He takes a deep breath, though, and lets it out in a rush.] This is chicken shit compared to the shit they did over the last four years and they're never gonna sit trial for any of it. TORRIE: [she snorts.] Of course it is. But nobody made you God, Russo. Starting a few fires wasn’t going to make anyone change their mind on that. Criminals get to keep their fucking amnesty and you got yourself a fucking jail cell. [she’s annoyed, it’s obvious in her tone.] Jackass. MARC: Yeah. [he takes a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut briefly. He's just about out of time and he knows it.] Sums me up about right. But hey, I -- I have to go. TORRIE: What, they only gave you five minutes? [that figures, she thinks.] Don’t let them put you in gen pop, or what the fuck ever. MARC: Yeah. I'll try. [he takes a deep breath.] Later, Reed. |