ashers_ashes (ashers_ashes) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2013-03-15 23:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | day thirteen, evan, evan and reece, reece |
not very chatty guys
Characters: Evan and Reece
Setting: patrol, late/early
Reece was feeling better, but with being up to do his patrols, he was guessing his sleep schedule was becoming completely trashed. At least he’d slept. That was a start in the right direction. He wasn’t calling himself on chain smoking either, but he was working on his third in the past hour, heading towards the start of his patrol, eyes open for the guy he was supposed to be meeting.
Evan was in quiet mode. Mostly, because he had a lot on his mind, and none of it was going away. So, when he arrived for his patrol, he nodded at the other guy. Reece. Morgan's guy, or whatever. Something like that. So far the place was quiet and seemed like a ghost town, and that was probably a good thing.
So it was going to be like that. Should make time pass as quickly as possible, Reece thought with complete sarcasm. "So you must be Evan," he concluded around his cigarette and started them in a direction, figuring walking around might be smart. He knew the name, from the journals, but not much of anywhere else.
"Yep." Evan answered. "And you're Reece, Mojo's friend." he said, without inflection in his tone. He kept it neutral on purpose, really. She was spinning his head lately, and he wanted that to be a non-issue. The guy looked rough to him, though only within the context of the outside world. For regular prison, he didn't look rough, and for here, just a little. It was all varying sliding scales, really.
That got a pause out of Reece, a slight halt in his step as he glanced at Evan with a raised eyebrow. “...I am. I’m guessing she said that?” he asked. That was interesting. Good he supposed but interesting. Yet at the same time, was she talking about him to this guy?
"Mentioned your name." Evan said. Though he left it at that, because it wasn't like she spent all of her time talking about him. He knew no real information about the guy other than that Mojo had apparently kissed him, then turned around and shot him down or some shit.
Reece nodded for a moment, but his face was still an expression of confusion. He was mentioned in passing when Mojo was talking to this guy? Who the hell was he? Was he the reason Mojo was trying to pass Reece off to Susanna? He knew she wasn’t with anyone else, but maybe this guy was more her speed. He at least looked like a hell of a lot less trouble. In order to fill the space so he wasn’t just staring at the kid trying to figure out what exactly his deal was, Reece blurted one of the first things that came to mind. “We’re working together aren’t we? In the jail?”
"I guess so." Evan answered. "Not entirely sure just how well signing on to be a prison guard is going to be while inside a prison. The logic is a little fucked." he commented. "But, yeah. And I saw someone else volunteered." Which would be good. Simply manning the place twenty four hours a day would take more people, if anyone had to be held long term.
“Sucks,” Reece confirmed from around his cigarette, glancing sidelong at the guy again and rubbing a sore spot on his neck. “Though it’s also a lot of standing around, keeping an eye on things. Maybe we’ll luck out and it won’t be full much.”
"I would really hope it wasn't going to be full much." Evan said. They weren't equipped to deal with that. But then he wasn't sold on the idea that they were prepared for much of anything in here. He guessed they'd just have to see.
“Right but it is a group of convicts. And if I know anything about how gung ho people get with power, there’s always a chance that we might be dealing with a few people locked up from the jump until our cops get a feel for things.” Not that he didn’t think Meg deserved to be locked up, she’d stabbed someone, but who knew?
"I'm not an idiot. Nor did I say I thought it was likely that it wasn't going to be full. Just that I hoped it wasn't going to be." Evan said. "I'm aware that we're all cons. And that the tiniest amount of power can and will go to people's heads if they've got a fucked enough disposition. But I also don't know what direction it'll come from. Or think panicking about it too soon will do any good."
Reece raised an eyebrow at that, not at all sure if what he’d said justified it. “Wasn’t calling you and idiot pal,” he said shaking his head. “I’m definitely not the type to call someone out on their smarts or lack thereof, just making conversation.” Mojo knew this sourpuss? And she got along with him enough to talk to him? That seemed odd, because he seemed like a dick to Reece. “We can go back to the other thing we have in common which I think is Mojo if you’d rather.”
Evan, personally, would rather not talk about Mojo. Mostly because he'd made his decisions in regard to her, and that was 'avoidance if possible'. Something he was guessing wasn't going to be all that difficult. If he thought about it, the majority of the time he talked to her, it was because he initiated it. So, if here merely stopped doing that, it might clear up the issue altogether, without there being much in the way of conflict. It wasn't like she didn't have anything better to do. "Or we could just do our jobs. Though I have to admit, I don't think anyone would be stupid enough to actually do anything overt while they know people are on watch."
"You really want to walk around in complete silence for a few hours?" Reece asked, blowing a puff of smoke away from Evan. "Honest, I've given up on predicting anyone. I walked in on a cat fight yesterday which turned into a stabbing with a goddamn yarn needle thing. Right around lunch. So no, I don't think us walking around is going to affect things one way or another. But it feels good to try and help and frankly I'm getting sick of carrying hurt or dead girls down to the clinic. So I will walk with you and say nothing if it keeps me from doing that."
"Got a lot of injured girls around you?" Evan asked. He wasn't sure if he wanted to do this shit in silence or not. Maybe he did. It wasn't like he was the world's best conversationalist. He wasn't a very nice guy most of the time, now was no exception. Though he wasn't trying to be deliberately dickish, either, but whatever.
"More than I should," Reece said, shaking his head before taking a drag on his cigarette. There was a moment, longer than usual before he let it out and spoke again. "Helped carry one girl who had a meltdown and passed out after getting into a fight, helped with the dead girl, helped with Susanna until Ryan showed up and helped a semi-conscious Meg after that." And he felt like he was forgetting someone. It was a crappy habit he'd gotten himself into.
Evan hadn't met Susanna, so the name didn't ring a bell for him. He didn't really have a frame of reference, but clearly Reece knew her. And Meg, someone he also hadn't met. He noted the names, though. "So you're in the middle of shit a lot?"
Reece considered that then nodded. "I guess I am. Though not sure why I'm surprised. That'd pretty much be the story of my life." Sure, he'd brought plenty of trouble on himself, but if someone could be in the wrong place at the wrong time, it would be Reece every time.
"What exactly happened during the incidents?" Evan asked, curious. He didn't know everything, and the more information he did have, the better.
Reece took a moment to determine where to start before he answered. "The one who had a meltdown, she got in a fight with some other girl, just wailed on her. When we pulled her off, she flipped for a moment then passed out." That had been completely insane. Reece realized belatedly he should have taken that as a sign, but at the time he'd missed it. "Caroline," he continued, stumbling over the woman's name briefly in a glimpse of emotion. "She fell off the roof. Or jumped. Though she didn't seem keen on stickin' around this place." That whole incident had been too damn unsettling for Reece.
"And Meg and Susanna just got into it. The way Meg tells it, Susanna was goading her and then found herself in a fight. And when I pulled Susanna off of Meg to keep her from bashing her skull in, Meg decided to stab Susanna." And of Reece had been looking for evidence that he still had terrible taste in women, Susanna provoking Meg like she did might be just enough.
Evan wondered what was missing from that story. It sounded insan. Though he less doubted what Reece said, and wondered what the fuck was up with someone who flipped out then passed out. What had she been on? He caught the emotion when he talked about the dead woman, something he only really had heard about in passing. But what did you say? They, as far as he knew, hadn't been in even two weeks yet. They couldn't have been that close.
Though he knew that was bullshit, too. He'd sure as shit be upset if certain people died. "Who are Meg an Susanna?" he asked, figuring he could fill him in better on the women in question.
Reece glanced over at Evan, watching the kid for a moment before answering his question. "Meg's one of the small blonde ones. There are two, and she's the one with the hair. Her man was here for a bit, but he's gone like some of the others." Reece didn't really know more than what he'd heard, which wasn't a lot. "Susanna is the dancer. All proper looking, legs for days."
"I was looking less for what they looked like and more what they were like." Evan said, clarifying what he was after. But he did note the descriptions, either way, so when he ran into them, if he did, he'd know.
Reece half laughed then nodded. "Meg's trailer trash. I'm sure she's got her moments, Mojo seems to like her, but she's got no control over her moods. Not surprising though since Cal said she made the news before she got put in jail." Not that Reece had known about that.
Who Susanna was was a much harder question to answer and for a moment Reece struggled with it. "Not sure what I could tell you about Susanna. I thought I knew her well enough, but I'm startin' to think I didn't get the full picture."
Evan thought that it was a good bet that all of them had made the news in one way or another. If they hadn't, that was probably a bit of a sad state of affairs. But he didn't comment. He just figured he would know trailer trash when he saw it, and he'd know better than to engage. When Reece hesitated over his description of Susanna, that caught his attention. "Okay," he prompted, waiting for Reece to fill in more.
Reece knew Evan was waiting for more, but there was a clear hesitation before he gave it. "The Susanna that showed up at my door with a bottle of whiskey and an interest in getting in my pants is not the same woman that would goad someone into starting a fight. And the one who got drunk on my couch and seemed lonely and in need of something more than a good screw is someone else."
Right, so, he was banging her. OR she was banging him, whatever. "What's the big difference?" he asked. "Who did you think she was versus who you do now?" he asked, honestly curious on that.
"First one was a woman who'd cheat on her husband with her mechanic, the second is crazy, and the third is too normal to be one of the others," Reece said before finishing off his cigarette and stubbing it out on his boot. "I don't think she's changed, I think I don't know her."
"Are you positive that Miss Unstable Trailer Trash is telling the truth about shit?" Evan asked, because that was the first thing that came to mind. That maybe someone's credibility was in question, and he might go with the other one first.
Reece shook his head. "Nope. But she told me Susanna asked for it, then told the doc that story. And she seems to like him more than me. Honest? I have no idea what the fuck happened. But I did find Susanna trying to beat her head against the floor. That don't line up any better." He'd done some thinking on it, but just found himself spinning like a tire stuck in the mud.
"You said she got stabbed--isn't that a good reason to want to beat someone's head against the floor?" Evan had to ask. Because either he was missing something in the sequence of events, or this guy was expecting saint levels of restraint out of this woman.
Reece shook his head. "Stabbing happened after." Which just made the whole thing more muddled.
"Okay, but she did have something to stab someone with on her, right? Has she said it wasn't self defense or something? Does anyone know how it actually started? Just, playing devil's advocate, why's Trailer Trash get the benefit of the doubt, when from what you've said she's a little nuts in the first place? What if the girl you thought you knew is the real one, and you're just taking a really harsh view of the circumstances?" Evan posed. He could be wrong, but he still didn't know that he'd look at that situation and take the stabber's side.
"She did. Sharpened knitting needle in her hair. A pair of them." Reece tucked the old cigarette butt into the pack he had and fished out another. "Not giving either one of them the benefit of anything," he said around the cigarette as he lit it. He took another drag, breathing it out slowly. He was definitely chain smoking. There was going to need to be a massive pull back soon. "I might be, but I'm also starting to think that I don't trust Susanna too much. Not that it matters. It's not like we have something going on really. She's getting more out of that fuck Ryan. I was there and I still don't know what to believe. And I only got the tiny one's half."
Evan definitely thought it was fucked up if he had something going on with Susanna, and he was immediately throwing her under the bus. Seriously, what the fuck was with that? Would he do the same to Mojo, if given the chance? He didn't know, but he did think it didn't say great things about this dude. It was something he'd remember. In the end, Evan just went back to looking around, figuring the conversation was best left there.
And they were back to silence again. Reece looked over at Evan once more, but this time he just let the silence stay. Probably for the best anyway. What the hell else were they going to talk about?