Torrie Reed (hardbitten) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2017-04-19 13:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2020 [04] april, savannah posey, victoria reed |
Who: Torrie Reed and Savannah Posey
Where: Savannah's office
What: Torrie apologizes for the Olivia situation
When: [backdated] 4/2/20, afternoon
If anyone had told Torrie that talking to Savannah Posey would have been worse than apologizing to Olivia, she probably would have laughed in their face. She hadn’t done anything wrong to Savannah, after all. But fuck, trying to clear the air with a parent was more difficult than she would have anticipated it would be. Her palms were sweating when she knocked on the doorframe to Savannah’s office, and what the fuck was up with that? She’d faced worse things than a mother. She was pissed at her nerves; she was an adult, and they seemed disproportionately bigger and worse than a short conversation deserved. “Ms. Posey,” she said, straightening her posture, like that would make a good impression. Too little and too late for that, more than likely. “Do you have a few minutes?” Savannah was trying to keep an open mind about this meeting with Torrie, even though she had the urge to go all mama bear on the woman. Standing from her place at the desk, she gestured for Torrie to take a seat across from her. “Sure, come on in.” Once they were both seated again, Savannah asked, “What can I do for you today?” “I owe you an apology,” Torrie started, “or an explanation at least. You’ve probably heard all about what happened with Olivia.” She would be very, very surprised if Savannah hadn’t. “It probably didn’t put me in a great light.” Despite everything she knew about the other woman, she didn’t know what she thought about Ghouls, and that created a hit to Torrie’s confidence. The Library had been allied with the Hellhounds, after all. Although, Torrie knew that nothing was as black and white as it seemed at first glance. She wanted to give Savannah the benefit of not creating her own assumptions just because there might be assumptions about her. It took courage to face a problem head on like this, so Savannah could at least give Torrie credit for that. “Yeah we’ve been talkin’ about it. Can’t say I was exactly comfortable with my child goin’ to music lessons with someone who held another one of my children at gunpoint.” Logically Savannah knew that Torrie had only been trying to survive -- that the Ghouls had been no better off than the Hellhounds during that time -- but when it came to the safety of her family, it was difficult to not let her emotions take over. “I get that.” Torrie would have been surprised, and concerned, if Savannah had been. She doesn’t correct that it was at knifepoint. It’s not like a detail like that makes it any better. A knife is as much a weapon as a gun. “I don’t blame you. It’s pretty concerning.” It still wasn’t easy to explain without making it sound like she was trying to find reasons to justify her behavior, so she was slow to keep talking. “I don’t do that, not anymore. I apologized to Olivia. But she still probably deserves to be pissed off at me.” Torrie took another pause, another breath. “It was fucked up, and I’m sorry if it’s caused any problems.” If anything, Savannah respected when a person could admit to their faults and move past them and grow. She’d studied all kinds of motivations for turning to crime, and from her understanding, with Torrie’s past with prax and how people like her had been treated in Austin, it made sense that she’d gone in that direction. And now, Torrie was teaching and seemingly turning her life around. It didn’t seem fair for the past to haunt her forever. “I know that was a difficult time for everyone here,” Savannah said, “And I’m happy to hear that that ain’t somethin’ you’re doin’ anymore, considerin’ you’re a teacher to more children than just my daughter.” There was a grim amusement in her tone, but all things considered this was a strange conversation to be having. Without everything that had happened since the zombie outbreak, if they’d been back during “normal” times, this conversation never would have happened. “I may have over reacted by takin’ Maizie out of lessons like that. As long as you and Olivia have made amends and Maizie is comfortable with you bein’ her teacher, than I have no problems with it.” Whether it was an overreaction or not, that wasn’t really Torrie’s choice to make or argue. She wasn’t a parent, and obviously she hadn’t been on the other side of the situation, so she just nodded instead. “I’d really like to keep teaching Maizie,” she said. “She has a lot of potential.” Torrie tried not to have favorites, but it was just fact that some of her music students were easier to teach than others. Maizie Wolfe was one of those students. “Thanks for hearing me out, too.” She smiled, relieved that it had gone better than she had expected. “I appreciate it.” She paused a moment, then stood up. Unless there was more that Savannah had to say on the subject, Torrie thought they were finished. “I’ll let you get back to your day.” “Thank you for comin’ by. I’m glad we could talk this out. I’ll have Maizie send you a message so y’all can start up your lessons again,” Savannah said, giving Torrie a small smile. “Have a good rest of your day.” Pausing in the doorway, Torrie returned the smile. “Yeah, you too,” she said, before she ducked back out into the hall, a weight lifted from her shoulders. |