Anne Marie Martin (bloodymarie) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2013-08-07 17:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | anne marie, day twenty-one, pippa, reggie |
Cat Fight!
Characters: Anne Marie and Pippa and OPEN!
Setting: B Block Courtyard
“What’s going on? Where are you taking me?” Anne Marie answered, receiving no answer as she was shuffled along. When everything became still, she waited, tensing when the room began to move. An elevator, she decided, and was still a moment more before slowly reached for her blindfold, surprised to find her hands free. That wasn’t the only surprise, she quickly found. She was alone in the elevator. It felt like some kind of trick. She picked up the bag and waited nervously, almost expecting a firing line to be pointed her direction when the door opened. Instead, there was no one. That was almost just as bad.
“Hello?” she called, wandering out of the elevator and checking her surroundings. She was still in her orange jumpsuit and sneakers, but had acquired an ID tag somewhere along the way. And a note, telling her to go to room 30. “Hello?” she said again, walking out into a courtyard. What kind of prison was this?
Pippa had gone to the kitchen and procured a fork, which she had taken outside with her. She looked up from her hands when Anne Marie spoke, having been using the fork to try and clean the underside of her nails even though it wasn't working very well. Curious at the new girl who looked so similar to Pippa when she had came here, she tilted her head and turned more fully toward Anne Marie. "Orange is a good color on you."
“Thank you,” Anne Marie smiled, pulling her bag a little closer on her shoulder. Sometimes people wanted to steal what was yours and she wasn’t letting go of what little she had. Her bunny slippers were in there. “Can you tell me where I am?” It seemed like a reasonable question, but it was the first time she’d ever had to ask such a thing.
"…Probably," Pippa answered, looking from the bag to the girl and back again. She could probably take her down for that bag, if she wanted to. Pippa usually thought very highly of herself, and she knew she could do a fair amount of things with a fork hat didn't involve eating, so that was on her side too. But for now she just watched, just studied.
Anne’s smile faded slightly as she tried to decide how to handle this girl. Was she still in prison? Was she going to be put in solitary if she didn’t behave? There didn’t appear to be any guards around, but her sense of paranoia had kicked into high gear. What she wanted was a friend, now that she was out of her element, but this girl didn’t seem like she was out to make them. “Please?”
"Oh, you're requesting," Pippa said, as if it hadn't occurred to her before, which it definitely had. "We're in Hell," She answered easily, very matter-of-fact, and turned her attention to the fork again. "Could give you some more information for a little…sweetening."
Anne Marie was no longer smiling, beginning to decide she didn’t like this girl. Her answer wasn’t at all helpful and now she was asking to be paid for the information. Anne looked at the sheet of paper again and noted her room number. “Never mind,” she said, casting a glance around the complex. There were numbers next to the rooms, so all she had to do was find her own. “I’m sure someone else can help me.”
"I'm sure someone else can help you too, but today is not the day to try and get assistance for free." Pippa said, leaning back. "And I'll take considerably less than anyone else here would for my…efforts."
“I just got here,” Anne Marie reminded her, continuing the scan the rooms for her room number. “I have nothing to offer except some clothes. I don’t even smoke.” If she had cigarettes, they might be tradeable, but did anyone really want her clothes? “Where are the guards?”
“You have things to trade within that bag of yours.” Pippa looked back at Anne Marie and tilted her head. “I’ll tell you where the guards are, if you show me what’s in your bag.” She might not even take anything, but the new girl here wasn’t going to waltz in on Pippa’s territory and start making demands. Not if Pippa could help it.
“It’s just clothes,” Anne Marie argued, growing agitated. She spotted her room and started that direction, careful to keep the other girl in her line of sight. “Do people normally have exciting things with them when they arrive? It’s not like they let me have all that much.” And the few things she had, she wasn’t going to trade away to a girl that was making demands. Maybe she’d want to later, but Anne was hoping there were others in the facility that were a bit more friendly. She really did want to make friends.
"Today, they do. I told you, today is a strange day. You might just want to trust me and let me get a peek of that bag before you run off. Or you can run off and see what happens, but don't say I didn't warn you," Pippa said, picking at her nails again with the fork.
Anne Marie pressed her lips together, stared at the other girl for a moment, then dumped her bag out on the ground. As she’d said, it was almost all clothes, plus her bunny slippers, glasses case, her contacts, toothbrush, hairbrush, and a box of crayons. Nothing that she thought was especially valuable, but nothing she was willing to give up. “Happy?” she snapped, bending down to start stuffing it all back in her bag.
Pippa launched off the bench and down to the ground, instantly on her knees beside the items. She started at the grouping and debated between what she would go for. The bunny slippers were calling to her but she could do so much more damage with those crayons, so she went for those in an attempt to grab them. “Why do you have crayons?”
If Pippa had gone for the bunny slippers, there would have been a fight, and Anne Marie grabbed them and stuffed them back in her bag before anything else. She hadn’t even thought about the crayons until Pippa spotted them, and she frowned, not liking the thought of giving them up. “I like to draw,” she said, glaring at Pippa as she grabbed the crayons. “But they wouldn’t give me colored pencils.” Crayons were softer, much less likely to be used as a weapon.
Pippa watched the new girl behind a solid poker face, but inside she was beaming a grin. It was always amusing how easily she found little ways to burrow under someone's skin. At least she felt that was what the glare meant. "I would tell you there is an arts and crafts room, but I don't know if that would be a lie anymore. They change things around so often here in our little cage and wouldn't it be a shame to get your hopes up..."
“You promised me information,” Anne Marie pointed out. “You can’t have my crayons if you don’t tell me.” Already she was beginning to hate the girl, feeling taken advantage of for being new to the scene. She cast a glance around again before setting her sights on Pippa. “Where are the guards?” she asked again. She didn’t want to end up in solitary on her first day, but if no one was there to witness, maybe she could get away with fighting back.
Pippa leaned back, holding the box of crayons in her hands. "They watch us," She said, looking past Anne Marie and toward the building again. "But never touch us." Starting the process of opening the crayons, she ended up grinning back at Anne Marie. "But it's really cute how you think these still belong to you. How anything in that bag belongs to you."
“But where are they?” Anne Marie asked again, watching as Pippa opened her box of crayons. Her box. She didn’t mind giving it up if Pippa gave her what she wanted, but it wasn’t looking that way. She was feeling used... betrayed. The emotion drained from her face as she continued to stare at Pippa. “It’s really cute how you think you can take them without giving me what you promised,” she deadpanned.
Pippa turned her head toward the girl with a snap, eyes narrowing, hair flying out around the black lines on her face. “I am giving you what I fucking promised you. Do not test me,” She said, voice deeper than the pleasant, teasing tone from before. “The guards are not here.”
The guards weren’t here? Anne Marie narrowed her eyes and gave a look around, then without a second’s more hesitation went for Pippa’s throat. Her bag dropped to the side as she made an attempt to wrap her hands around the other girl’s neck.
Anne Marie got a hand around Pippa's throat before Pippa could react. She'd underestimated the girl, but that didn't mean Pippa wasn't jolting right into attack mode as soon as it processed in her mind. She went for Anne Marie's face, fingers aiming for her eyes with her nails. She'd claw, she'd scratch, she'd do whatever she needed to do to get this girl off her and then she'd pull out the big guns. But this little newbie twig wasn't going to get away with this. Not on Pippa's watch.
Pippa wasn’t the only one willing to do whatever was necessary. Anne Marie pushed her thumb against Pippa’s windpipe as she struggled to get her legs around the girl. She felt nails on her face and shook her head, attempting to bite anything that got too close. If there were no guards, who was going to stop her from killing the girl? What was this place? Perhaps she should have found out first, but Anne had issues with people trying to take advantage of her.