hurricanepippa (hurricanepippa) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2013-04-13 09:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | day fourteen, jeremy, jeremy and pippa, pippa |
The Decision
Who: Jeremy and Pippa
When: Evening
Where: Courtyard
Pippa wasn’t pleased. She wasn’t peachy, like she’d hoped to be when she came out of the damn courtroom. She wasn’t an idiot either, she didn’t expect to come out with nothing, but that. That was bullshit.
Frustrated, Pippa was out in the courtyard, away from the laundry room as far as she could get but still bent on destruction of some sort. She was seated, cross-legged, and pulling at the grass like a child would, except a child would know to use only the force necessary. Pippa was yanking on it, bringing remnants of what had once been grass up over her clothing, as well as the discarded blades of it too.
Jeremy had let her get a head start, watching her, just liked he watched all the others in the courtroom and later their deliberations. It was interesting, and while he had his own opinions, he had voted with the majority, not the one to sway anything one way or another. He was impressed that they did finally decide to give Matt some sort of punishment, though no one seemed entirely appalled at him hitting some woman, which was partially why Jeremy was curious about the woman. She was the type, the one who could create a huge distraction, which was just what he needed.
What he needed first was her on his side.
So he let her pout in the courtyard for a few moments before striding her way, still in his suit and fedora, lazy grin on his features. “I figure it could have gone much worse.”
Pippa glanced up but just barely. This was one of the asshats that had given her that extra laundry duty. Eyes narrowing just a hint, she looked back down at her grass graveyard. "Don’t much give a shit what you figure."
“No? I would have thought you would because I was the one who offered to supervise your punishment...” Jeremy started, not sitting with her, but looking comfortable. “Because I thought it was interesting, what happened to you and why you didn’t get upset with the man that hit you.”
“I think it’s interesting that you think you know me. That any of you idiots think you know me,” Pippa said, not looking his way. The last thing she needed was some jackass in a suit and outdated hat coming up to try and make nice with her.
This time he knelt, looking at her closely. “I am under no impression that I know you. That’s what caught my attention. Why didn’t you press charges?”
“That is my business. Why do you think I should tell you anything? I’ve never met you before and you were a party in my punishment. What makes you think I should put my faith in whatever bullshit justice system this place has?” Pippa asked, tilting her head a little bit as she looked up at him.
“What makes you think I voted for your punishment? There were other people in that room. I never told you on which side of things I fell.” Jeremy smirked a little, wanting to give her plenty of reason to be on his side.
Eyes narrowing, Pippa leaned back against her hands, extending her arms behind her as she went. “So what did you vote for then? Even though there’s no reason what you’re about to tell me would be the truth...” She felt a lot like almost everyone in that courtroom had ganged up on her and voted her for laundry duty, which was just demeaning.
“Punishment for the man who hit you, something harsher, and something less supervised for vandalizing the washing machines,” Jeremy lied smoothly. He hadn’t done anything of the sort. “Obviously, I was voted down, but I did offer to be the one who supervises you.”
Pippa watched him, considering that for a minute, and ended up leaning a little more forward. “Ok, so...why are you bothering me now, then? If you voted to have a lesser sentence for me, did you seriously just come here to make small talk or something? Because I am not in the mood.” She wasn’t even really in the mood to try and play games with him, which normally she would have been jumping at the chance to do.
He shook his head slowly. “I had a question for you,” he said propping his chin on one hand, with his elbow on his knee. “Or rather...maybe a dilemma that I think you’re the woman to help me out with.”
Well, that was interesting and Pippa couldn’t deny a change of topic like that. Sitting up straigher and recrossing her legs, she watched him. “Spill it, Rockafeller.”
“What if I needed a distraction? A full blown one that’s bound to turn every head away from what we don’t want them to see?” he asked her, baiting gently.
“Which is what, exactly?” Pippa asked, taking the bait pretty easily. She was pissed, angry that this ‘jury of her peers’ had just given her a ridiculous punishment and taken it upon themselves to mess with her revenge on Matt too. Not that that would stop her but they were overstepping their bounds, which had Pippa pretty receptive to the destruction that a distraction would bring.
“I’m not sharing that secret yet. I’m more curious to see what you can do. If you can turn every head in the joint or not. Then maybe I’ll let you in on my plans.” Which were getting out and he was sure as hell not letting her in on that, but he could start the conversation.
“So you want me to just do a favor for you for free? And I should do this...why? What do I get out of it?” Pippa crossed her arms over her chest as she watched him for a moment then looked back down at the grass, seemingly uninterested unless he could make a better deal for her. “I’m not in the business for free favors.”
“I could get you out of laundry,” he suggested knowing there’d be a way to pull that off. Just how he wasn’t sure. “Impress me and I’ll let you in on the rest of the deal and get you out of laundry. But don’t forget...every head.”
Every head needed to be turned and she would get off scott-free from her laundry duty? That could work. Interest piqued, Pippa sat up a little straighter. “The only sure way to get everyone’s attention is with violence.”
Jeremy considered that but didn’t answer right away. He didn’t like violence, but not so much because he was opposed to it, but more because it was messy and unsophisticated. And something that he wasn’t entirely capable of carrying out on his own. “What kind of violence are you thinking?”
Pippa’s eyes narrowed, seeming to darken a little as her thoughts turned that way as well. “Largescale...a final kind of violence.” These people had screwed with her, screwed with her plans regarding Matt, and decided that they got to make the rules where it came to her. And Pippa was definitely feeling like she would have no qualms showing them just how damn wrong they were about that.
That was intense, but at the same time, Jeremy wasn’t sure if she could live up to it. She could very well just be mostly talk. “Who are you thinking? Because I’m afraid, the only person who’ll defend that librarian you have your eyes set on is the woman who tried to defend him in court.”
“Who says I have my eyes on that librarian?” Pippa snapped, head whirling around to settle her eyes on him instead. “There you are again, thinking you still know what I am thinking. Where do you get off? You have no idea what I’m thinking.”
“Who then?” Jeremy asked, unflinching. She wouldn’t hurt him in that moment. No matter how much she snapped at him.
“Whoever I want!” She exclaimed, eyes trained on him. “This has nothing to do with the librarian or anyone in particular.” The last thing she needed was him knowing what she wanted in the long run, so the more she could get him away from those thoughts, the better.
“Well it should be someone worthwhile, someone who will be missed if he or she is out of action,” Jeremy said, not sure she’d take it as far as she suggested, in making things final. “Someone with a job everyone recognizes. Like the nurse.”
A nurse. The nurse. She didn’t know who he was talking about but that didn’t really matter. Destroying the nurse sounded like a pretty ingenious plan to her. “I want a name...”
“So now I have to pick your target?” Jeremy asked, raising an eyebrow at her. “That seems like I’m doing all the work.” He let her stew in the comment for a moment. “But if you’re so in need, Violet I believe.” He did live near her after all.
“You’re the one that needs the fucking distraction, Suit Boy. I’d say you shut up and tell me what I want.” She didn’t dare suggest he find someone else to do it for him, though, because Pippa was already getting accustomed to the idea. She was starting to think she would do just fine to take her anger out on this Violet girl. “Done. Whatever the fuck you need a distraction for, done,” She said and she stood up, not brushing stray bits of grass off her as she did. “We done here?”
He considered her, then nodded standing. “Remember this is just to prove you can. Impress me and we’ll sort the rest out.”
“You sure do like to repeat yourself,” Pippa muttered, glaring at him before she turned and walked away. She had anger to take out on some girl named Violet and the more time she spent here with this guy, the less time she had getting herself prepared for it.