Out For a Swim Who: Reece and Reggie Setting: Pool, Mid-afternoon
For whatever reason, today seemed like a good day to Reggie to laze around a little bit. Maybe it was the still depressed air in the place that had him not really wanting to even make his rounds, but there was also the fact that nothing machine wise in this place really needed fixing. Now, the people? That was a completely different story, but that wasn't Reggie's purview. This place at least needed some sort of on site shrink, maybe as a way to keep the lot of them tearing each other's heads off, but he supposed that wasn't his place to suggest such a thing.
So, instead, Reggie decided to call this day a day 'off' and wound up at the pool, in an actual pair of swim trunks for once, doing some laps in the pool. His swimming didn't really lack grace or form, but it was a way for him to work off excess energy and didn't involve running on a treadmill, which always felt a little too 'hamster wheel' for him. Maybe he'd convince Jason to do some sparring again later. He just knew that he was too full of energy right now to concentrate on something like working on the car less he break something or hurt himself. Neither would be good for him in the long run.
Reece wasn’t dressed for the pool. He was still in clothes, even his boots, but he’d paced his room too much and now he was just walking around the grounds. Sweet memories with Mojo came from here, and maybe he was half clinging to that over people being gone. Or Susanna being nuts. It was a slow walk, cigarette tucked behind his ear, but not lit, just there when he needed it. When he got to the side of the pool he watched the guy go by, wondering what that was like, wanting to swim back and forth.
It was far more about burning off energy than a real want to swim, but it would do just fine for Reggie right about now. After another lap, he realized that he had a spectator. Stopping what he was doing, he rested his feet in a more shallow part of the pool and shook some of the water out of his hair, looking up to see who it was.
Reece wasn’t expecting to be caught, but he wound up waving one hand. While Reggie was in a mood to burn energy off, Reece was thinking about drinking it away, but he hadn’t made it to the bar yet. “Yo.”
Yeah, Reggie had those times when he wanted to do that, too. So far, nothing too bad had driven him to do so, thankfully. "Hey," he said back, studying Reeve for a second. "Not exactly looking like you're up for a swim."
Reece considered it then shook his head. "I don't think I've looked like it since I got here. Last time I was in my boxers." He shrugged his shoulders then looked around more. "I just got tired of being in my room."
Reggie chuckled at that. "Yeah, it's my first time actually being in a swimsuit in this thing myself." The first two times had been in his clothes, then in various stages of undress.
Reece moved to sit on the edge of one of the lounge chairs. "Can't tell if that means the place is being used right or wrong." What did he know about pools anyway? He was used to lakes himself. He didn't know people with enough money for pools.
Reggie couldn't help but laugh at that. "Hey, it's kind of ours, isn't it? So I think we can use it just about any damn way we please." He grinned. "You know, as long as we're willing to keep the thing clean."
"I didn't get asked with keeping it clean," Reece said shaking his head. "Though I'm sure the assigned tasks will wind up blurring before too long."
Reggie realized that he had no idea who actually was the one who kept the pool clean. Probably just someone on the cleaning crew. If it broke, though, he'd be the one fixing it, which meant that he should probably learn about pool repair. "They probably will," he agreed. "Among other things, just easier to pick up after yourself than let things build up."
“That’s mostly the attitude I’ve been taking. But I don’t feel like I take up much space in the first place.” He’d never had a lot of things that were just his. That happened when you were in a big family.
“I don’t think many of us take up much in the way of space,” Reggie pointed out. He’d always been able to pick up and move in a flash if things went bad for him, so he wasn’t really ‘attached’ to any possessions that he had, plus he just didn’t keep irreplaceable things like pictures or whatever. “Some people do take up more than others, though.”
Reece shrugged. “S’pose that’s true.” He hated it though, like people could just be here one second and gone the next. He was wallowing. He could feel it. It was a terrible feeling, enough to rub his hand hard against his forehead.
It was a worrying feeling that occasionally crept into Reggie's mind as well. Could Jason or even himself be snatched away in the middle of the night? Honestly, he tried to not think on it too much lest it keep him up at night worse than he already stayed up. He noticed Reece rubbing his head. "You alright there?" Reggie asked.
Reece looked up and almost said he was fine, because that made sense, to lie and let it go, but something stopped him. “Not really.” It was quiet, but honest. He wasn’t alright.
Reggie was actually glad he told the truth. Might have gotten weird if he lied, since Reece so obviously wasn't fine. Reggie swam over, resting his arms on the side of.the pool as he looked up at him. "What's going on with you? This place messing with your head?" Seemed to be going around.
Reece considered that then nodded. “I think it is. Prison made more sense, how fucked is that.” He found a smile, but it didn’t rise to his eyes.
“Prison is a lot simpler,” Reggie admitted with a slight shrug. “I’m hoping this place is actually worth it and plans on following through with what it says, though.” He shot Reece a smile of his own. “Plus, prison doesn’t have a pool we can use.”
"Didn't the pixie graduate or whatever?" Reece thought that was what they'd said about Becka. "I guess. I just don't see myself getting out of here any time soon." And he was mistaking the people in here for something other than what they were.
“That’s what we were told, and I really hope that’s what actually happened.” Especially considering what happened to the poor girl. “Well, I figure, if we’re gonna be in here for some long term time, there are a lot worse places we could be.” Even if some of the people in this place were completely screwy, in Reggie’s opinion.
Reece huffed a little. “That’s what I was saying, or usually what I was saying. There were worse places I could be, but man. Today I’m feeling a little fucked. Like I don’t know much of anything.”
Reggie nodded. “Seems like something this place can make a person feel in spades.” Reggie might have lucked out a bit, but he had seen that there were some manipulative bastards in this place, too. He wondered if Reece had just trusted the wrong one.
Reece rolled his neck and nodded. “I guess it does that. I just gotta figure out how to snap the hell out of it.” There had to be something to get his head back to center, but at the moment Reece was at a loss.
“I work on the junker car when I’m in a funk,” Reggie admitted. He also worked on it when he was in a good mood, but working on it when he was in a bad mood kept him from thinking about anything. It kept his brain too busy. “Find something that’ll keep you busy.”
That had Reece looking around. What did keep him busy? He didn’t have much that did. He worked like he’d been told to, he enjoyed the space outside, and he didn’t do much else. There wasn’t much to distract himself with at the current moment. “I guess I need a hobby.” Or at least one that wasn’t supporting or taking care of poor, broken women.
Reggie nodded. “I’ll give the administrators one thing, and that’s that they are willing to provide all necessary tools for that,” he remarked. “Even with the credit system, I couldn’t have furnished that whole workshop with what I make. Might not be a bad idea to think on it some. What do you like?”
Reece tapped his fingers against his chin. “Honestly, nothing I’d let myself get into again. I was kind of a big fuck up, because that was what I was good at and now I’m trying to be better.” If he was getting there he wasn’t entirely sure, but he was trying. “What about you?”
“Well, I like working with cars, which might concern some people because I’m in here for stealing them, among other things, but there’s lots you can do with working with cars that isn’t stealing,” Reggie explained. He was thinking of working as just a mechanic when he got out of here. “If you want to learn, I’m willing to show you how to work on them.”
"I know the basics. Never really had a ton of money, so I did some of the maintenance on my ride." He could change a tire and the oil on his car, but anything more complicated he was left finding one of his siblings or friends that was better at it. "Wouldn't hurt to pick up some more." It'd give him something to do with his hands at least.
“Well, just send me a message over the network when you’re wanting to do so and I’ll work on some stuff with you,” Reggie offered. “If I’m not working maintenance, I’m usually in there anyway, so it’s no big deal.”
“See you got the job I wish I had,” Reece said getting up and shaking himself off. He really needed to get over whatever funk he was in and find something else to do with himself. “I’ll hit you up and see you around?”
Reggie did love his job, so he could understand why someone else would want it. “Most days there isn’t much to it, unless someone decides to flood the washing machines again.” That had been a pain in the ass. “Sounds good to me.”
“I remember that. But even then, better than detention.” Which kind of hated. He didn’t want to be mixed up with the worst of them, even if it hadn’t been that awful of a job so far. Half waving he started towards the door. “See ya.”