fkup (fkup) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2013-01-18 01:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | day ten, marie, marie and rusty, rusty |
Twitchy!
Characters: Rusty and Marie
Setting: the activity room, mid afternoon
Rusty had had one hell of a boring night. He'd not had much to do, and had spent most of it kind of wandering around doing nothing much of interest. So, after getting back to his room, he'd napped, then ventured back out for snacks, contemplation on job things, and video games. The world was a better place with zombie killing in it.
Arms full of chips, a sleeve of cookies and a two liter of soda, he headed for the activity room, not even considering someone else might be headed in as well, or may be in there already.
After the tour with Reece, Marie had walked herself into the Activity Room. It was quiet and pretty empty with only a few people. So she was going to sit down when a young man walked into the room with his arms full. She walked over to him and took some of things from his arms “You look like a beast of burden with that stuff.”
Rusty stood there a little like a rabbit in the headlights when she got close and then took some of his stuff. He glanced around, like he was waiting for other people to ambush him. Sugar thieves, or something. "Um." he started, intelligently. "...I do? I mean...sure. Yes. Yes? Okay." he stammered, internally wondering just how many times he was going to be able to stick his foot in his mouth within the span of five minutes. Probably at least ten times more.
She laughed and smiled. Poor guy she must have frightened him something fierce. “I apologize, I am Marie, I am new here and I was trying to be a help.” She took his arm and steered him towards the couch and plopped him down “There now you won’t drop anything and hurt yourself.”
Ohh there was touching again. She was leading him places. He went along, not quite sure what to do with himself. He didn't do well with being manhandled. Or, more, he internally flailed, and then didn't speak in real sentences. "It's fine, I mean, did you want some? Sugar? I have sugar. I mean not the like, white stuff. It's in...cookies! I have cookies." he said, sitting where she directed him to. "Okay. Hi, Marie." he said. "Er...how are you? When did you arrive at our strange establishment?"
She smiled at him “No I am good with no cookies, they are your cookies but I didn’t want you to fall over them. You had an armful.” She drew her legs up and tucked them under her body “This afternoon, just before lunch. At least I think it was just before lunch. People were heading for the cafeteria. And strange is a word for it, but I think of some other words too.”
"Other words like what?" he asked, curious. And now that she wasn't pushing him around or touching him, he felt a little better. He set the chips down between them, as well as the cookies, both to keep up distance and to offer her some while he was at it. Careful, Fuckup. This one's trouble! Jessy hissed in his ear, and he ignored her, because she was imaginary.
She smiled at him, a gentle smile, a calming smile. Like he was a frightened colt she had to calm. “Oh just lots of different words for it: Unique, Creative, Second Chance. Words like that.. When did you get here?”
The smile worked, and he returned it, feeling slightly better. "I got here not long ago either. Um...jeeze, actually my days have been blending together? So I kinda forget exactly how long it's been. Let me think." he said, eyes casting up towards the ceiling so he could consider it. Then he blinked. "Woah. Four days. Seems like longer than that." he shared. "But I guess not. Maybe it just seems long because things are pretty weird here."
She blinked her eyes and drew her knees up under her chin “What is so weird? I haven’t heard much about it being weird. Though, I guess I haven’t been here long enough to even HEAR anything but maybe you could clue me in.”
He laughed a little, grinning at her for a moment. "Oh, it's full of weird." he assured her. "Like, okay, the day I got here? They had this big group thing where some people were going to be put in stocks. Like, those old medieval wooden jobbies where people would be punished in the town square or something?" he said, making hand gestures that didn't quite aid his storytelling. "So, that's apparently a thing here. I took the hardware out of the stocks, though. Actually, here." he said, digging in his pocket, and he pulled out a heavy screw. He held it out to her. "I've been giving people pieces of it, just in case."
She took the screw into her hand and blinked her eyes “Ummm ok well thank you.” She bit her lip a little “You took the thing apart? Any particular reason why?”
"Both of them, actually." Rusty said. "And...okay here's my way of thinking." he started, opening the bag of chips and grabbing one, and gesturing to her that she was welcome to them. "I figure that we're all a bunch of cons. So, the idea that at some point people might need to use them isn't out of the question. But, I didn't like the idea of it just being done for reasons we don't even know, or without any evidence, or anything like that. So, I figured, if anyone wanted to use them, enough people with the appropriate parts would need convincing. Then it wouldn't ever be up to one person." he said, smiling a little.
"Though, I guess with the new jobs thing, that won't matter anymore. But still. They're out there. So, keep the screw. Maybe it'll come in handy sometime."
She smiled a little and took a chip and popped it in her mouth “Hmmmm well maybe it will come in handy if I have to gouge out an eye to a man that is attacking me.” She kidded with him and took another chip.
Rusty blinked, and felt the need to move, so he stood up and walked away, putting his hands up. "I promise, no funny business from me." he assured her. "Or...er...not funny, cuz that's terrible. Like, man, that's awful. Jesus." he said, shaking his head. "But um...yeah. I guess. Something. Er...sure." he said, now totally back into unsure land.
She stood up and walked slowly over to him, like she was fostering a frightened colt. “I am sorry, I have a bad sense of humor sometimes and it sucks because no one quite gets it. I am off kilter at times.” She smiled at him and twirled the screw between her fingers.
He felt like a big idiot. "Sorry, I get...er...twitchy. Obviously." he said, trying hard not to back off farther because she was advancing on him. "So, it probably isn't you. It's probably me, with the twitchy, and weird, and I'm kinda socially not really on the level, in case you hadn't noticed which of course you have because I'm acting like a total weirdo." You so are. You're even surprising me, Fuckup. Jessy put in.
She shrugged her shoulders “I am not really socially on the level either, but I mean....” She shrugged her shoulders again “You’re not a weirdo or anything, I mean...what is normal anyway?” She stopped a few feet away from him “And you don’t look twitchy from here.”
"I don't?" he asked, blinking. Yes you do. "I...are you just like, amazingly forgiving of awkward people? Cuz I heard what I just said there, and I'm kind of sure unless I peed myself and groveled, there's no way I could have been more twitchy. Which again, I'm really sorry about, it isn't you, I promise."
She shook her head again “You are not twitching bad enough for me to see so maybe you’re not twitching that hard.” She yawned a little and hid it behind her hand “I need to head back to my room, do you want to walk with me maybe?”
Okay, this girl was blind, saint levels of kind, or even more socially awkward than he was. That was the only conclusion he could reach at this juncture. He blinked, and...she was leaving? "O-okay." he said, thinking he'd run her off. It was kind of abrupt, her deciding to leave like that. Ummmno, Fuckup, her leaving is the appropriate response to someone as fucking ridiculous as you are. Jessy said.
"I um...yes." he said, wanting very badly to try and not be a freak while she got back to her room.
She smiled at him and walked toward the door as she fell in step with him her arm brushed against his. "So what are you in for?"
Rusty stopped in his tracks, letting her get fairly far ahead of him. "Could you maybe keep an eye on the touching thing?" he asked her. "I think it's pretty obvious that I'm incredibly twitchy, and the whole contact thing isn't helping me out. So, just...you walk up that way, and I'll walk back here, and we'll be fine." he said, wondering if she was like, evil, and doing it on purpose, just to see how bad he would flail.
She blinked her eyes at him and looked confused. Then she nodded her head “My apologies, I didn’t realize that it disturbed you so.’” She moved in front and let him go fall in back her. She hated when people got pushy, it made her feel worse than she already did.
"Thanks." Rusty said, letting her go up ahead, hands shoved into his pockets. He just wasn't comfortable enough to be making contact. He sort of didn't make a habit of it in general. Either way, he wasn't sure what to say beyond that as they got her back to her room, the short distance away. "Well, here you are...hope you have a good rest of the day... Sorry I'm twitchy."
She smiled at him, a little tentatively. “I hope you do as well. I am sorry I made you twitchy.” She moved into her room and waved at him with a tiny wave. “Bye.”