et_tu_beauty (et_tu_beauty) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2013-07-26 13:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | cassandra, cassandra and jonas, day twenty-one, jonas |
Uncomfortably Weird
Characters: Cassandra and Jonas
Setting: Cassandra's old room, after 7:30am
Cassandra had been drug out of bed by the alarm, eyes looking for Hayden and Hunter once she was in the courtyard, but not sticking with them. They wanted space. Hunter was disgusted by her and she wasn't about to be sweet on Hayden in a way Hunter could see. There was something nice about seeing Hayden in just his underwear though and she made a mental note of that. She watched him talk to Ru, the woman from the party, but didn't interrupt. Being moved from one room to another seemed silly, but she complied, going to her new room and looking around it. Someone else had her old room and once she'd decided that she'd met the expectations of the authorities or whoever was running this thing, she headed back to her room. The nightie she was wearing was hardly warm enough for this weather and she was freezing by the time she knocked on the door, waiting on whoever had taken her space to let her in.
Jonas hadn't had a chance to do more than set his things down and investigate his first room, moving everything to an exact location while being locked up the day before and then he was being pulled out of the room by an alarm. Unlike the others, he'd grabbed his bag that he'd been left with, still unpacked because he wasn't sure what this place was or where he was as a whole. He was used to living out of his car, of being in one place for a long while, so grabbing the bag made more sense than leaving it behind. When he'd been told to move he had his things, what little they were, and he headed towards the new room.
A woman's room. He'd gone through her things. All of them. He'd opened every drawer, investigating everything she had, just to determine what it was or what she had. He'd made a mental list, but put everything back minus one thing, a lacy camisole, slipped into his bag for later. Just in case it might be useful later. Those sort of things were always useful.
When she knocked on the door Jonas wasn't surprised to see her there, barely dressed. He gave her a once over with his good eye, head tilted in an odd direction to help that. "Hello. I'm assuming this is your room?" She was lovely. Curvier than most women these days, giving her sort of softer feel, but there was a steeliness in her eyes that made her something more than just a pretty face.
Cassandra didn't like the way this guy looked at her. She'd seen it before, at the casino, which had been full of creepy people who leered too much. This look was different and it took her a moment before she realized he was only looking at her with one eye. That just made him extra creepy. Smiling though she nodded, rubbing her arms again. "Yes. Is it possible to get my things back?"
Jonas moved aside, giving her space to come into the room. "Of course. I've no use for them." Not now that he'd gone through them.
With permisson, Cassandra moved into the room, finding the bag she'd originally been given and started putting her things back into the bag, stopping only once go pull a loose longsleeved shirt on over her nightie to cut down on flashing this stranger any more than she already had. When she opened another drawer she frowned, feeling like things weren't how she left them. Had he gone through her things? Why hd he gone through her things? This was the third drawer down. The first drawer would have had something in it and would have told him that someone else's things were there. That was just weird. Much weirder than him staring at her with one eye. She didn't do more than hesitate, but it unnerved her more than she showed.
Jonas caught the hesitation from where he was standing, out of her way and watching her. "Everything well?" he asked, not really needing to, but curious if she'd noticed he'd touched her things.
No. Everything was not well, but Cassandra didn't say that. She glanced back and shook her head. "It's fine. Just cold." She rushed through grabbing the last of her things, then ducked into the bathroom to grab those things as well.
Jonas followed her, wanting to keep her in sight, thinking that was important. She would make a lovely model, for people and companies that wanted to sell something more than just clothing. This woman seemed to represent a lifestyle. "What's your name?" he asked.
She jolted, not expecting him to be in the doorway of the bathroom when she spun around, bottle of shampoo gripped in her hand. "Cassandra," she answered without hesitation, voice steady despite the jolt. She could do this, she could not show him that he was creeping her out completely.
"Cassandra," Jonas repeated. How fitting of a name. "I'm Jonas. My apologies. I just got here yesterday." That was when he noticed the scars on her arms. Maybe she wasn't as useful as a model as he thought. The scars would have to be photoshopped out or covered. No, that wouldn't do. Shame that she'd let herself go like she had.
She glanced back at him, shoving the last of her things into her bag and going for the things hanging. She got her hands on the large dress from her costume, not able to shove it into her bag as well, but holding it with the other things. She sidestepped him as best she could. "Welcome I guess. I'm not sure what else to say, but this place is hardly normal." She didn't want to linger. Not right now. Not alone with him with her hands full. "But I'll get out ofyour way and let you get settled." Cassandra headed for the door but Jonas got there first.
He pulled the door open for her, because her hands were full. "You aren't in the way, but I understand wanting to get back to your room with your things. Hopefully I'll see you soon." Scars or not, she might be somewhat useful.
Cassandra just nodded before ducking out of the room, not answering his question. She was too flustered to answer and not make a mistake. Once she was back in her room she dropped her things on the bed, arms wrapped around herself again, double checking to make sure the door had locked behind her.