lookforheaven (aucontraire_) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-09-25 03:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [09] september, adelaide hawkins, nina clarke |
WHO: Nina, Charlie, and Adelaide
WHERE: Department of Justice, holding cells
WHAT: Addie's first visit in lockup
WHEN: September 9th, early morning.
The holding cell is clean, spartan, and plain, with a gray concrete floor, white cinderblock walls, and dull metal fixtures. Adelaide has always been just fine at making herself comfortable wherever she is and staying put, but she can see how someone like her brother might be driven to distraction by the endless time and monotonous walls and less than cozy accommodations.
A fairly insufficient mattress was issued to her when she arrived from intake, and as soon as Charlie was returned to her Adelaide set about tucking them both in for the night, corralling the baby between the wall and herself, tucked up in the blanket he left his bed with, what seemed like days ago. The blanket she was issued inspired far less enthusiasm, and her feet feel like blocks of ice by the time a tray of food is brought to her in the morning, by a guard who informs her that someone will be along with supplies for the baby.
Neither Charlie nor Adelaide are morning people, and so after picking at the food a bit, Adelaide freshens up and tucks back in to their little nest, her back to the cinderblock wall, legs crossed, Charlie on her knees. For lack of anything to entertain him with Adelaide sings, quiet enough to be between the two of them though there's no helping being overheard, not with two guards right outside the damn cell. She makes up her mind not to care. "You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day" makes the baby burble happily, and the guards can be damned. Despite the relative coziness of the scene Charlie is wet, though not wet through, and so when Adelaide hears doors opening in the distance and new voices approaching, she looks up with hope shielded from her eyes that this might be the supplies she is waiting for.
When she sees Nina her expression brightens, just a touch, though she is careful not to look too sure of an ally in the other woman.
"Well good morning," she says, wry. "Lovely day, isn't it?"