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Tweak says, "I see what you did there."

Brady Somers (bradysomers) wrote in rrinitiative,
@ 2012-09-18 16:33:00

Entry tags:

brady, brady and pippa, day four, pippa

It wasn't easy...
Characters: Brady and Pippa
Setting: Cafeteria, afternoon

It hadn't been an easy decision to make. He didn't want to give up his vice, especially after having gone so long without real booze, but he felt utterly sick to his stomach at what he'd done to that young woman at the pool. He didn't even know her name, which made him feel like even more of an ass. Had she mentioned it? He couldn't remember. She probably had; she seemed like the overly perky, friendly sort. As much as he wanted to drown himself in the bottles of liquor in his room, Edan's words kept running through his mind. And fuck if that didn't piss him off some. He didn't like feeling guilted into living. He would trade places with Evan in a heartbeat; he was the one that belonged six feet under, not Evan.

Brady wanted to drink. He wanted to drink until he felt nothing at all, but he couldn't guarantee he'd just stay in his room if he drank, and there were women here. He'd hurt Brenna many times while drunk, so much that he'd lost her, and he couldn't stand the thought that he'd hurt any of the other women here. He'd posted the fucking thing on the journals, and fuck, that had been a pain in the ass and more than a little embarrassing. It wasn't smart to air one's weaknesses anywhere, but to do it in a prison setting was fucking suicide. So he was just hoping that people looked at it not as a weakness, but as him being dangerous. He was dangerous. And the drink, while it made it easier for him to breathe because it dulled his ability to feel, it made him more dangerous to those around him.

So after dealing with the comments on that stupid journal post, Brady grabbed the bottles of liquor and the glass he'd grabbed yesterday and headed out of his room, balancing everything while he locked and closed the door behind him. He crossed the courtyard for the cafeteria, going directly behind the bar to put the things away.

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hurricanepippa
2012-09-19 01:58 am UTC (link)

Pippa had gotten bored with the computer after a while and decided to stroll around the new kingdom. It was all shiny and bright and not filled with people cages, after all. With her hands clasped behind her back as she walked, orange jumpsuit still on from this morning. She hadn't opened the bag they'd made her carry around here like Santa Claus, thinking there were other, more interesting things in this place.

And then after a little while of milling around her floor, she'd gotten hungry and decided to see what the kitchen had for her to eat. After leaving it a complete wreck form the ketchup, potato chip, and bologna sandwich she made, she brought it with her into the cafeteria and found that there was someone else there, putting things behind a bar. "Whatcha doing?" She asked with a mouthful of sandwich.

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bradysomers
2012-09-19 02:24 am UTC (link)

Brady glanced over when a woman walked in, eyes drawn immediately to the ink on her face. It was interesting; you didn't usually see people with ink on their face. And yet, it was oddly attractive at the same time. "Putting shit away. What are you doing?" he tossed the question back at her. If she was going to ask something obvious, what was to stop him from doing the same? "You just get here?" he added, noticing the prison jumpsuit.

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hurricanepippa
2012-09-19 02:28 am UTC (link)

"Everything," She answered, smirking a little before taking another bite of her sandwich. They always stared the first time, didn't they? When they saw her face, they always stared. "Why do you need to put shit away? Are you the bartender?" He probably wasn't the bartender. There probably wasn't a bartender in this place, but Pippa was curious about his answers. She took a step closer and climbed onto a nearby table, sitting cross-legged on top of it while she watched him curiously.

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	bradysomers 2012-09-19 02:32 am UTC (link)
	"Everything," he repeated, tone skeptical. He quirked a brow at the continued questions, shifting to wash his used glass. "Because I didn't want it in my room anymore. And no, I'm not the bartender," he answered simply. His eyes followed the movement when she climbed onto a table. "Are you making a statement, still wearing the orange?" he asked pointedly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

hurricanepippa
2012-09-19 02:53 am UTC (link)

"I like orange, this is comfortable, and no one's bled on it yet. Why change?" She asked, looking back his way with another smirk. "You would look good in orange too, I think. Why'd you change out of your jumpsuit?" She'd read the welcome message and understood now that everyone else here had come from a prison too, which in general was just super intriguing for Pippa.

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bradysomers
2012-09-19 03:32 am UTC (link)

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hurricanepippa
2012-09-22 09:59 pm UTC (link)

Brady's eyes skimmed over her. The jumpsuit hid a lot, he was guessing, though he ignored the question. If she didn't want to change, why bother giving her a reason to. To each their fucking own. "Civvies are more comfortable," he answered. "What is this, twenty fucking questions day and no one gave me the memo?" he asked, voice low but carrying. First that chick on the journals, which had been amusing at first, and now her... Although... "What's your name?" He thought he knew, if two minutes of conversation were anything to go off of.

“How are ‘civvies’ more comfortable? I’m pretty damn comfortable. Can do whatever I want in this thing. Base jump, skydive, rapel, BMX bike race...anything I wanted.” Pippa said, smirking when he mentioned the questions. It was so good to get that reaction, somewhat of what she was hoping for. And then he mentioned the chick on the journals and ended up grinning after taking another bite of her sandwich. “Wanna guess?”

Quirking a brow as he considered that, Brady made a show of looking her over again. “Point,” he conceded. It had been a long fucking time since he’d done any of those things, though. That look was answer enough, and he didn’t hesitate before saying, “Nope, don’t think I need to guess.” And he really didn’t need it confirmed either. He didn’t really care enough about it. “But I’d hate for you to have to figure out how curiosity killed the cat is applicable,” he said, a touch of dark humor to his tone.

Pippa grinned. So it was him. She'd found him increasingly interesting over the computer and now she was here. And maybe she'd get to play a little. She wanted to asses him a bit more first, though. "Love to see you try," she said back, same touch of darkness in her voice, but more seen in her eyes and the way she glanced up at him without really moving her head to do so.

Brady let out a breath of laughter at that, shaking his head. “What am I supposed to be trying?” he asked dryly. It wasn’t like he was going to kill her. He didn’t think. Yeah, the constant questions thing could get a bit annoying, but he’d been joking about the whole curiosity killed the cat thing. Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to play along for the time being.

"To show me how curiosity might kill me, of course. Hasn't yet. I think curiosity likes me." Pippa said after finishing off her sandwich and wiping her hands on her knees. Then she hopped off the table and headed his way, hands on her hips. "Or you can show a girl around. What's up with this place, anyway?"

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hurricanepippa
2012-09-22 09:59 pm UTC (link)

“Huh, didn’t realize I said I was gonna show you that,” Brady said, pretending to give it some thought before shrugging. “Guess you’ll just have to keep it up and see what happens, right?” How the hell had he got caught up in this banter? He wasn’t in the mood for this shit, and yet... His eyes watched her as she walked toward him. “Not much I can show you. And you’ve already been to your room, so I figure you saw the fucking welcome message. I’ve only been here a day.” And he’d slept for most of it. But he did need to get away from the bar before he caved and took the bottles back to his room. Distractions could be good things. “You want someone to look around with you, though? I don’t have shit going on,” he said, shrugging again.

"You have a mouth on you," she said, grinning even more as she turned to lean against the bar and glance up at him. "You're gonna let yourself rot in here if you aren't curious about this place," she said offhandedly. "You've been here longer than me and you only know as much about this place as I do?" Pippa asked, glancing back up at him as she waited expectantly for his answer.

“Got a fucking problem with that?” Brady asked, eyes narrowed a bit. Sure, he could clean up the language around certain types, but he wasn’t feeling real motivated to right now. “Just another prison,” he said, shrugging. “Just four walls still keeping us locked in.” At the expectant expression she was giving him, Brady just quirked a brow. “Yep. There’s a lot of perks here, though. Full gym, pool, some other shit I haven’t checked out yet. Figure, why bother figuring it all out in one go? Probably gonna be here awhile, so no rush.” He moved around the bar then, needing to get away from the alcohol because this conversation was making him really want a drink.

"Let's go find something else interesting here," Pippa said, smiling more at him as she looked his way again. "Don't make me grab your arm and drag you around this place myself. You need to be a little more curious, if you ask me." Pippa nudged her head towards the exit, ready to go explore with this new, interesting person until she figured out what she really wanted to do with him. Though it was starting to feel like maybe she should see if curiosity really did want to kill someone around here, just maybe not herself.

So she was really gonna insist on dragging him around in some kind of twisted social experiment? Giving a mental shrug, Brady figured there were worse things. He could go with it. For now. “Do I? What if I just don’t give a shit?” he asked, lips twitching ever so slightly as he fought back a grin. She was amusing. Still, he started toward the exit, not looking back to see if she was following. It was her idea after all.

“Everyone gives a shit, just on varying levels,” Pippa explained as she smirked, walking towards the exit and then stopping to close her eyes and hold her hand out. “Lead me somewhere,” she said, waiting for a moment then peeking at him. It was more important for her to see where he would take her, what places meant the most to him here, so that she could form a better opinion on what to do with him later.

Brady eyed her for a minute before shrugging, chuckling faintly. “All right. Guess I can give you that,” he finally said. Who was he to argue the truth? He just didn’t really care too much, but he supposed there was some shit giving going on. Hadn’t he done that stupid survey? So obviously he gave something of a shit about it all. His eyes were drawn to her hand she held out to him before flicking back to her eyes, which were closed. He really just had no fucking clue what to make of this chick. Mentally shrugging it off, he figured why not? He didn’t have anything else going on. Still, he hesitated before grabbing her hand and continuing on out of the cafeteria. “You saw the kitchen already,” he stated. “So we’ll start in the courtyard, I guess.”

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hurricanepippa
2012-09-22 09:59 pm UTC (link)

She smiled to herself when he took her hand and kept her eyes closed, walking along beside him for a moment. “It’s supposed to be a surprise, you know?” She asked, though she did end up opening her eyes to look up at him. “What’s your name, anyway? You didn’t say it on my journal.”

Glancing over at her as they walked, Brady frowned to himself. He really didn’t know what to make of her, and that made him a little twitchy. It had been so long since he’d been around women, he almost didn’t know how to act around them, and even though things had gone fine with Carmel and Edan, he couldn’t let himself forget the incident at the pool. “Is it?” he replied. It must have been all part of the game she was playing. He just wished he knew what the game was. “Brady. And you didn’t ask. Surprising since you were just all full of questions,” he pointed out, a small grin playing on his lips.

“Maybe I wasn’t curious enough then,” Pippa said as she glanced back his way then looked around the courtyard. She could see a lot of fun here and instantly felt the need for a bonfire to be held out in the open. “They let us have lighters in this place?” She asked, walking a little bit away, though no further than the extension of her arm since their hands were still together.

Brady found himself chuckling softly at that, surprising himself with the sound. How long had it been since he’d laughed? Even just the faint sound of it he’d just done? It really had been so long. He just hadn’t had anything to laugh about in a very long time. “Maybe,” he agreed in a neutral tone in spite of his clear amusement moments ago. “Why?” he asked rather than answering, giving her a sidelong look.

Pippa smiled, happy to hear a laugh from him. She found him intriguing and the laugh helped cement the idea that she wanted to see this man laugh more, smile more, and be generally in a better mood than what she’d seen him have in the cafeteria. “It’s a surprise, Brady. Do you have one, a lighter? Or matches?”

Quirking a brow at that, Brady found himself saying, “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” in a tone that was far more teasing than he would have expected. He didn’t answer her question, just turned them around and tugged her hand as he led her back into the cafeteria. He went to where the cigarettes and matches were stored. Pulling one of the matchbooks out of the box they were stored in, he held it up to her. “I’m not normally a fan of surprises. You’re not a pyro, are you?” he asked, not giving her the matches just yet.

“All my surprises are good ones, I promise,” Pippa said, smirking at him. She reached out to take the matches and hold them tight in her hands, a lifeline to what she wanted to do next. “A pyro? No, of course not. Would they let a pyro into a place with matches?” She asked, rocking back on her heels as she smiled at him. “Are you a pyro? You seemed to know exactly where the matches were...Maybe I should be watching out for you instead.”

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hurricanepippa
2012-09-22 09:59 pm UTC (link)

That really didn’t convince Brady. Women were trouble on a good day, and in a place like this? No, he had no intention of really trusting any of them or taking them at their word. He thought about holding the matches out of her reach but decided to ignore the admittedly childish instinct, letting her grab them. “Would they give an alcoholic a bar?” he countered, nodding toward the booze. He’d already admitted to being one on the journals, so why not just come out with it now? “Nope, I just paid attention when I first found the bar,” he answered with simple honesty.

“Why would they give a mouse a cookie?” She asked, grinning as she looked from him down to her hands with the matches. “Maybe I’ll need to start paying better attention then.” Glancing back his way, she caught his eyes. “And maybe we’ll find out why they gave an alcoholic a bar. Or a mouse a cookie.”

And there she was, back to the nonsensical questions. “Paying attention’s a good thing,” he said simply. “Maybe. Personally, I think they’re just fucking with our heads. Anyway, let’s get back to this shit,” he said, nodding back toward the exit even as he headed in that direction.

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