the die has been cast (alea_iacta_est) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2013-08-09 14:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | day twenty-one, hunter, hunter and rosa, rosa |
whatever
Characters: rosa and hunter
Setting: block b kitchen
Hunter had to eat. He also had a sheet wrapped around him because he still only had boxers to his name. Which fucking sucked. Either way, he walked to the kitchen, and looked around, trying to figure out what to eat. Eventually, he got out some soup, and set it on the stove, leaning back against the counter as it cooked, eyes on a middle distance.
Rosa was more thirsty than hungry so she headed to the kitchen in search of something that wasn't water that would quench her thirst. She came up short, though, when she saw Hayden there. She still needed to stop by and get her rosary from him, which had her studying him a little more. "Hola," She said, coming up to his side. "Guess I didn't leave much in the way of dude clothes in my room."
Hunter arched a brow when a woman came right up and spoke to him. "...okay?" he suggested. "...and hi?" he was clearly unsure how to actually respond to her. To say he was confused would have been entirely accurate. But then of course he caught on. It had just been a really long time since anyone had done it. "You think I'm my brother, don't you."
That had Rosa turning, taking stock of the man a little closer. Now knowing he wasn't Hayden had her even more confused. "…I guess so," She answered, trying to think back to a time where Hayden might have mentioned having a doppelganger for a brother, but she was coming up short. "Wasn't aware there was a Parent Trap situation going on here…"
"There isn't." he said, rolling his eyes. "We just happen to be twins." The Parent Trap was a little too fluffy to actually describe things. It was only after he said it that he figured it kind of made him a humorless dick. Which...was unfortunate. For a second, he was wishing for even a ghost of who he used to be. "Anyway, yeah. Not Hayden. I'm Hunter."
Ooh, touchy. All right then. Rosa turned to grab a glass and go to fill it with water, making a face to herself when he spoke. "Yeah, not Hayden. Hunter. I know family can get sent to the same prison, but damn, two twin brothers sent to the same experimental facility or whatever? That's some crazy shit. You two are pretty lucky. Or maybe pretty unlucky...”
"We hadn't been in the same prison before." Hunter said. They'd been shipped off to different places. "I'm guessing they opted to pull us in for a reason. What, I don't know though." Besides fucking with them. "I guess it depends on what day of the week it is whether or not luck is involved there. What about you? Got a name?"
"Yeah, I got a name," She said, leaning against the counter as she turned to look his way. "Rosa," She answered before sipping at her water. "So, what'd you two do to end up being in the same prison together? All the family I know that end up together are in it for Los Santos Muerte, but gonna go out on a limb here and guess you and Hayden aren't in a white-kid motorcycle club."
Hunter stirred his soup, then looked back at Rosa. "Do you mean how did we wind up here together? Because I said before that we weren't in the same prison." Hunter said. He didn't recognize what she was talking about with the spanish name thing, though he was guessing it was a biker gang after she finished her thought. "Nothing I'm proud of." he answered. "What about you?" he asked. “Were you in...Los...” he trailed off, not wanting to mess up the name.
Rosa was pretty damn sure that she liked Hayden better than Hunter. Hunter had an attitude on him. "Yeah, I meant in here. You think I didn't listen to you before?" She asked, putting her glass down on the counter by her and crossing her arms. "Yeah, well, join the club. Lots of us do shit we ain't proud of, most of us ended up in here because of it. But I ain't gonna pussy out and not say what I did. Got sent in here for smuggling a backpack full of cocaine in from Mexico." Because her asshat boyfriend at the time had promised they'd be fine. But that was something she was definitely going to punk out and not mention.
Hunter looked at her. "Because you were so very clear with your wording and not sloppy at all." he commented. When she implicated he was pussing out on things, he had to smirk at her. "I bet you're a hit with all the guys." he noted. "Also, whatever. I'm not that easy a mark." But he was mildly amused.
"I don't need to bet that you're a dick, because that's pretty obvious," Rosa said, taking her water back in her hand and going for a sip of it then speaking after she swallowed. "I don't fucking want to be a hit with the guys. Not all girls in this place are gonna fawn over your lily-white ass."
"What are you even talking about?" Hunter said, getting a headache. "Look, just could you keep your crazy to yourself?" he said, totally thrown by her tossing out how people wouldn't fawn over him. How did she even get there, unless she just wanted to try and hurt his feelings or something... She was triple hitting there, with him being a dick, being white and apparently not fawnable, which was fine by him. His amusement evaporated and he just wanted out of the conversation with this aggressive bitch. It was again a reminder of why he didn't bother speaking to people, and how he should get back to that.
"Oh, so now you think I'm crazy? You haven't seen crazy, polla." Rosa said, putting her glass of water, half-full, in the sink before turning to look at him again. "You think I'm crazy because I don't wanna throw down with you on that table? You're real fucking sure of yourself. If you're so cocky, let's see it. See if it even…stands up to what you're suggesting."
"No, I think you're crazy because you're bringing sex or sexual attraction into a conversation where it was absent. Whatever it is you actually think I'm saying? I'm not. And never had been. So, yeah. Where you're getting that vibe from? Is your own head. I'm not being cockey, has anything I said been that? No. You’re so far off I can’t even begin to say. You're just clearly nuts. And I'm out of here. Not starving just took a back seat to not being in this conversation. So, bye." he said, turning to leave, only taking the time to turn the burner off of the stove. He didn’t even take the soup. This was insane, and he was done.
"You're the asshole that brought in my favor with guys into this conversation in the first place!" She yelled, but didn't make much more room to leave. She just watched him, then watched the soup, and decided maybe it was worth it to take mostly-warmed up soup with her. It would feel like a trophy, since she'd effectively gotten him to leave first. In her mind, she'd won their argument.