rosa_ruiz (rosa_ruiz) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2013-04-20 18:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | reece, reece and rosa, rosa |
Small Alien vs Face Tattoo
Who: Reece and Rosa
When: Late morning
Where: Courtyard
Rosa didn’t really know why she was sitting outside. The clouds blocked the sun but it was still humid as hell and that sucked. Either way, she’d gotten bored sitting around in her room and had gone outside to sit around on the grass there. In her hands was a paper fortune teller that she’d actually made earlier and taken the time to write on. She wasn’t even reading the little fortunes, though, instead just moving the paper this way and that, listening to its sounds as she did.
Reece was out for a cigarette. His sleep schedule was officially fucked, and while he wasn’t really in the mood to deal with bullshit, he guessed that with the cameras being glitchy, things weren’t going to get any better and he’d likely be working through the night again. So he’d slept in somewhat despite the blinking screen on the computer and wandered himself out into the courtyard just to watch things happen. He wasn’t expecting an unfamiliar face, but at this point he really shouldn’t have been surprised. “Whatcha got there?” he asked around his cigarette once he was close, nodding towards her hands.
Rosa looked up at the sound of a voice not sure she wanted to deal with someone else. She studied the new face for a moment, hands stilling on her paper fortune teller, then turning back up towards the sky as she resumed her movements. “A million bucks.”
“Really? Doesn’t quite look green enough,” Reece suggested as he drifted even closer, looking down at her hands curiously. Was that what he thought it was? Weren’t those from high school?
“Then you must not know very much,” Rosa said dryly, looking back his way for a moment. Oh, good. Now he was even closer to her. Who the hell was this guy, anyway? “Why’re you so interested?”
“Trust me, I’ve never said I know much in my life,” Reece said, taking a drag on his cigarette and blowing the smoke away from her. “Just haven’t seen one of those since my sister made them when I was in high school.”
“Gimme a smoke and I’ll let you play with it,” Rosa offered, holding the fortune teller out. Her solemn face didn’t reflect any thought she was having about that fortune teller or what she’d written on it, but it wouldn’t much matter if it had.
Reece looked like he was considering it, but wound up digging into his pocket for the pack, knocking one out and holding it out to her before sitting on the grass. It was a half awkward movement, something he wasn’t used to, sitting on the ground and all, but he could try. He fished out the lighter as well, holding it up to her to light the smoke when she was ready.
She leaned up enough to light the smoke with his help and then was back down on the ground again, fortune teller by his side. She exhaled, watching him expectantly but not saying anything. If he didn’t want to look at it, fine, but it would be more fun for her if he did.
Once she was settled, Reece picked the thing up, studying it with his cigarette between his teeth. “Never really knew how these things worked. Or what the point was,” he said, trying to get his fingers to fit in it the same way she had, but not quite getting it right.
“The point is that every decision you ever make for the rest of your life will come down to that thing, right there.” Rosa blew out another puff of smoke then looked back over at him. “Just open a flap and read it.”
“That’s a little dark for a paper thing isn’t it?” Reece said, looking at it then sorting out how to open a flap. He frowned more when he read it. “There is small alien living in your stomach.” That was what every decision in his life had come to. Looking skeptical he glanced up at her. “Not I get to marry the high school point guard?”
“Are you a fourteen year old girl on her period?” Rosa asked, rolling her head a little to look back up at him with minimal effort. “You’re not happy with it, fine. Try it again. You only get two chances, though, and if you take this one you can’t go back to the first one.”
“I think I’d have to be to properly use one of these right?” Reece flipped open another flap to see what his new fortune would be. “You will wake up with a face tattoo in the morning.” Closing it he shrugged. “At least that’s like a fortune. You going to do the work?” It was weird, but entertaining kind of, provided she didn’t try and sneak into his room. Of course, she could for other reasons, there was no ignoring that, but not to tattoo his face.
“With my knife,” She promised, looking back at him as she exhaled another puff of smoke. Her eyes were cold, her tone mirroring it, and Rosa continued to stare at him, unblinkingly, for a moment too long before she closed her eyes again. “Who the hell are you, anyway?”
Reece set the fortune down. “That’s not a tattoo that’s a scar,” he pointed out. “And if you show up at my door with a knife, I will break my rule about not hitting women.” He focused on his cigarette instead, casually holding her gaze until she let it go. He wasn’t the type to back down from things, not after an entire youth with brothers and staring contests. “Reece. You?”
“If you’re gonna get technical...” Rosa trailed off, looking up at the sky again. “I’d like to see you try, Buddy.” In regards to hitting her, Rosa actually would like to see him try. She loved a good fight and hadn’t had one here yet. She considered looking over at him again, telling him her name, but instead settled for something else. “You got a fight club in this place or what?”
“A fight club?” he asked then shook his head. “No. Last fight that happened landed both guys in the cells downstairs for a good twelve hours or so. Even the loser.” He doubted anyone would get behind a fight club. “There’s a punching bag in the gym if you get desperate.”
“If it’s not filled with blood and guts, what’s the point?” Rosa asked as she flicked ashes off to the side then brought the cigarette to her mouth again. “You look like you could put up a good fight.”
He tilted his head at her and nodded. “I’ve been in a few in my lifetime.” Which really meant a lot and he’d had his own fair share in prison too, but that wasn’t what he was here to do. Even if seeing that beat up kid made him wonder if Ryan deserved a beat down. Probably not, but he was curious what made someone half Ryan’s size try and jump him. Beyond being suicidal of course.
“That what got you thrown in the slammer?” She asked, voice twisting as she said the last part to mimic an old-timey gangster movie she’d caught the end of on TV once. The movie had sucked, as so many old movies did to Rosa, but they talked funny and she appreciated that much at least.
He almost laughed. He would have laughed at that voice if talk of what he’d done didn’t depress the hell out of him. “Not quite. Firefight trying to rob a bar. Armed robbery and negligent homicide.”
“I’d give that a...7 on the impressiveness scale, I think. Pegged you for more of a physical fight kinda guy, but I guess..what’s that think they say, boys love their toys or some shit.” Rosa exhaled her smoke again, looking back up at the sky.
Reece raised his eyebrow. “What would have gotten me an 8?” he asked. “And I am more of the physical type. It wasn’t my idea.” But it had wound up being his fault.
“If you broke someone’s neck with your bare hands, that would have gotten you a 7.5.” Rosa did turn at that, though, and studied Reece a little harder. It wasn’t his idea, just like the reason she was here wasn’t hers. She didn’t like how close to home that hit and so she ended up lying on her back again, closing her eyes to hopefully avoid giving him any reason to ask her about it.
Reece frowned. “Good to know I suppose.” He was trying to stay calm, but that was kind of a dark way of thinking. He focused on the cigarette, but he could tell she was watching him. “What did you do?”
Rosa was quiet for a moment, not sure if she wanted to tell him the truth or not. Weirdly enough, she’d even crafted a lie, something absurd and crazy about her murdering a herd of circus elephants, when the real words slipped out of her mouth. “My ex-boyfriend convinced me to smuggle 15.6 pounds of cocaine into the country from Mexico...”
Reece made a noise close to a hum with a nod. “Yeah that would do it.” And it made sense he guessed why she seemed so angry.
Rosa rolled her eyes. “Bastard was gonna leave me there too, let me take all the blame while he rode off on his fucking two-bit, second-rate bike. Should have trashed it when I replaced his tires...”
“Did he get arrested too then?” Reece asked. That was what it sounded like. Or he was dead. Dead was probably an option. The morbid one, but considering his situations, Reece wasn’t ruling it out.
“They caught him but who the hell knows where he’s at. Fucking idiot, good riddance. I hope he’s dead. If they ever let me out of this place, he will be,” Rosa promised, looking back over at Reece. “Who’s idea was it for you to rob a bank? They dead meat too?”
“Lucky for you the cameras are out. I imagine talk like that isn’t going to get out you any time soon,” Reece said. He’d been studying Mojo’s map through the night, thinking about elsewhere and now he was considering what might lead to somewhere else. He didn’t pick somewhere else yet, but he was considering it. “Bar. And my friends had the idea. I went along with it. Who are yes, dead.”
Rosa shrugged a little. “Don’t much give a shit if they let me out or not,” She answered honestly. Here wasn’t such a shabby set up and at least it wasn’t women’s prison back in Texas. She glanced back at him and flicked the rest of her cigarette away. “I would say I’m sorry but...I’m not.”
“I feel the same way.” Reece said about leaving, though Mojo was starting to turn him around. “I didn’t expect you to be.”
“Well, think of it this way. They’re dead and you’re kinda living the life here. Free food, fucking swimming pool, bedroom all to yourself. Even movies and shit, movies that aren’t playing in front of a cafeteria full of gross, unwashed butch bitches. Pretty sweet deal,” Rosa said. “Hell, I’ll even teach you Spanish if you want. I think as the Language Coordinator thing I should be putting more time into finding students, but whatever.”
“I’ve been working too hard already,” Reece said shaking his hand. “Damn detention.” He didn’t want to talk about his dead friends. That twisted up his insides more than he wanted it to. “Spanish huh? I’m not sure I’d be a good student.”
“Don’t care if you’re a good student. I can teach you kickass cuss words and no one’ll know what you’re saying about them.” Rosa shrugged a little, thinking he might be into it but not really concerned if he wasn’t.
“I have a feeling my tone of disdain would give it away.” Which was generally how he functioned. Reece wasn’t much of the type to keep his feelings from people. He’d always been a what you see is what you get kind of person.
“Well then, let them know. It still sounds cooler in Spanish,” She said, shrugging again. “Your loss, idiota.”
“There’s so many things that are my loss. And you aren’t the first to call me an idiot.” That one was at least obvious to translate. Or so he hoped.
“Wrong, that means King of the Fish,” She lied, sitting up and stretching a little. Then she stood and started toward the kitchen. “Catch you later, maybe. You can keep that thing.” She said, not looking back to gesture to the fortune teller he still had.
Reece watched her go, then nodded. “Thanks,” he said looking down at the fortune teller. “See you around,” he told her before taking her cue and leaning back more to finish of his cigarette in the grass. Humid or not, it kind of reminded him of home.