Jeremy James (jeremyjames) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2012-10-14 17:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | day six, jeremy, jeremy and violet, violet |
This is Where Exactly?
Characters: Jeremy and Violet
Setting: Block B elevator, midday
Someone else might have fought back, but the shackles and blindfold were quite off-putting and had almost diminished Jeremy’s struggling. Really, this was unnecessary in his mind. He hadn’t gotten that far outside of the prison before they caught him. There was no need to treat him like some sort of hardened criminal. Once he was free though he raised a hand to protest finally, instead he was shoved a bag and left, not entirely alone in an elevator. An elevator he only completely figured was an elevator when it moved and he jumped slightly. It’s a stupid metal box. You’ve been in thousands. Stop acting like this is the first time. A simple mental chastising, but it worked as he opened his bag to see what was inside after casting a glance and something close to a smile at his companion.
Violet wasn't used to being treated like a crazy dangerous criminal either. She'd been in a prison(not even that long) that was minimum security, and was kind of breezy, as far as prisons went. So far as she understood, anyhow. Her first task was to look through the bag she had for her glasses, because she was blind as a bat if she wasn't wearing them. Her contacts hadn't been allowed previously, though she found the case and supplies for them along with her black framed glasses. Putting them on and immediately pushing them up the bridge of her nose, she looked over at the man who was sharing the elevator with her. She smiled, and waved, a little wiggle of her fingers. "Hellooo." she greeted.
Jeremy was greeted with something far more pleasing than whatever else they could have handed him. Sitting almost on top of the bag was a fedora, not one of his because it wasn’t quite the right quality, but it hardly mattered. Pulling it out he eyed it with a smile, turning it over in his hands for a moment before flipping it over in his hands before putting it on his head. “Hey there,” he answered once the hat was settled, grinning in her direction. “Fancy meeting you here.”
Violet blinked at the hat trick. “Are you from the nineteen thirties?” she asked. Then she frowned, thinking. “Wait. Forties?” she amended. Then she shrugged, smiling at him. “Something like that! You get what I mean.” she decided, standing straight as she looked down at her clothes. “I’m Violet.” she introduced herself, offering him a hand.
He laughed shaking his head. “Hardly, though from time to time I do sort of wish I was.” It would have been interesting to say the very least. Reaching out he took her hand, giving her a solid handshake. “Charmed. I’m Jeremy.”
“Hello, Jeremy.” she said brightly, shaking back. Then she stood back, as the elevator was already coming to a stop. The door opened, and she peeked into...a totally empty room. “Huh.” she noted, reaching down to get her bag. “That was sort of...anticlimactic?” she suggested, looking over her shoulder at him as she stepped out. “I sort of expected more...bars? Or that awful beige color they put in public buildings? At the very least, more people...”
Jeremy pulled his bag onto his shoulder, and looked once before stepping out of the elevator. “Well maybe we aren’t to the part that’s supposed to have a climax. We’re at the first hump before the major build.” He grinned a little. “I’m relieved that there’s not any more bars. Kind of a nice change of pace.”
Violet looked at Jeremy for a long moment, wrinkling her nose cutely. “Okay, forgive me a second if I’m being terribly silly, but are you trying to make your statements as sexually suggestive as possible? Or are you just accidentally throwing words like ‘hump’ and ‘climax’ into the same statement?” she asked honestly, just wanting to be on the right page here.
Jeremy grinned a little then shrugged one shoulder. “I hadn’t intended that though if you want I can do a better job of it in the future.” He was obviously teasing with the look he gave her, eyes sparkling a little. “What number’s on your key?”
Her eyes went wide behind her glasses. “Ummmmm I’ll just come out and say that would probably make me trip over words and stuff, so you might want to try that out on people much smoother than I am.” she told him. “And...oh jeeze, lemme look.” she said, fumbling with her stuff til she found the key in question. “Thirty-seven!” she said triumphantly with a bright smile. “How about you?”
That was kind of a cute look for her, since she was mostly that, cute. “Well, I don’t totally mind you tripping over your words, but I will try and keep the unintentional innuendo to a minimum.” He smiled at her again, looking over at her key and nodded. “Thirty-eight. Look at that, neighbors.”
"Oh! Well then, howdy, neighbor." she said, giving a wave again, and she sort of awkwardly smiled, heading towards the door. "Oh, I need to never say that again." she decided. "I am not from the south? And 'howdy' is not a word for me." she nodded firmly. Heading out the door, she pulled up short. "I need help reacting to something..." she commented to Jeremy, as she stared at...was this a bloody farm?
He waved back, shaking his head. “I think ‘howdy’ mostly limited to children’s toys and the occasional cowboy,” Jeremy told her, trying for reassuring. He followed after her, stopping just behind her as he looked at the surroundings as well. “It’s obviously not New York that’s for sure. Maybe we are in Kansas again.” Which was not at all appealing. He’d never really done anything rural in his whole life. “I really hope they don’t make us work out there.”
Violet laughed. "Well then I definitely am not the person who needs that in her vocabulary." she said firmly. "Or Vermont." she added to his New York comment. "I am hoping I'm not meant to know anything about farming. Because I don't. God, do I have to study? Are there books?" she asked, feeling slightly overwhelmed.
“I never even had to care for a house plant,” Jeremy said making a face. “And it’s not as if I’ve ever had a yard.” And he sure has hell would have had someone else take care if that if he had. “Study? When did this become school?” he asked. Looking past the farm he spotted numbers on the doors near them and started in the direction that had them increasing. “Let’s find out what’s behind doors thirty-seven and thirty-eight first then worry about our lack of green thumbs?”
Violet glanced over. "Well...everyone should still study even if they aren't in school anymore, if they want to learn something new. It's just...y'know. Common sense." she suggested to him. "Life is school, basically. Got to know what you're doing." she said with a nod, and also it was directed towards his suggestion. "Yes! Rooms!"
Somewhere deep inside himself Jeremy actively responded to that comment. In a, jump and shake his head about the school of life sort of way, but on the outside he just nodded sagely. “I suppose that’s so. Hadn’t thought about it in a ‘study’ sense since I finished college though.” He took a few more steps, turning back to look at her while he did so, just to make sure she was following along.
She was in fact following along, looking at the doors they passed. The place didn't look that huge to her, but she didn't feel like it was claustrophobic. Instead, the earthy smell was a little strong, but she knew she'd get used to it soon enough. "What did you go to college for?" she asked curiously.
“Business,” Jeremy answered smoothly, turning back as he watched the numbers going up, studying the doorways. The place looked an awful lot like a motel which made things all the more interesting. “You?”
"Nursing." Violet said. "I am...." she tripped over the words. "Well I suppose now I was an RN. Did you own a company? Or...?" she asked, letting him fill in more blanks for her, interested in who he was.
“Nursing? An admirable profession. Eager to help those around you?” he asked, giving her a look that said he was interested in talking about her. “I was a consultant, working with a company about where they should be investing their money.” He didn’t quite wave it away, but his tone spoke to it being boring, which was what he was used to hearing. People didn’t enjoy it when he spoke about work.
"Yes. I had a family where a few medical issues popped up, and so I spent time in a hospital at a young age, visiting my father. I just noticed that the nurses there were like super heroes." she said, smiling. "I wanted to be a part of that, to help others out like people had with my family." She listened to his story. "That sounds like a lot of money involved."
“So you became your own superhero,” Jeremy said with a nod, smiling at that as the numbers stopped at one corner. He looked past it then around the corner and started that way. “What kind of hospital did you work in?” he asked, eyes going back to her. “There was. There always is. You get used to it.”
"Something like that. Or, I became a superhero for other people." Violet said. "It is a ton of very very hard work, but I'm built for it. And a pretty large one. I had a little box of an apartment, a short ways away. I was hoping to get moved around to different wards as I worked."
“What superhero doesn’t do his work for others?” Jeremy asked. “What makes someone built for such hard work? Something in your stature I’m missing?”
She laughed. "Well I'm not built for speed, that's for sure. I'm just someone who doesn't mind long hours, and can pull an all nighter without an issue." She shrugged. "I have a high ability to keep my concentration sharp even when I'm tired."
Jeremy came up with a few other professions that could benefit from that sort of dedication to something, but he didn’t say them. There was no point in having to explain why he thought of them or was aware or what kind of work they would take. “When you put it that way, I can’t see why you would have done anything else,” he told her with a smile, slowing as the numbers got closer to the two listed on their keys. “What was your favorite department?”
"Hard to say." Violet said. "There's something I could draw out of all of them that I liked. But then I'm a 'focus on the positive' type of person. I never really find the time to dwell on the bad. Just wastes time, and means you wind up in a bad mood."
“So you’re not only able to maintain cool under pressure you can do it with a smile as well? You might be a one in a million Violet.” Jeremy smiled more, brightness in his eyes.
She laughed, smiling at him. "Well, I wouldn't go so far as to say that, but I try." she admitted, coming up on their doors. She stood outside of hers, getting the key into the lock. "Want to open up on three, just in case something strange happens?" she asked.
Jeremy was watching her, despite how curious he was about what lay behind door thirty-eight, he had a feeling Violet would respond better to her keeping his focus. “Are we worried something strange might happen?” he asked, stepping back to look at his door again before putting the key in the lock. Still, he smiled at the suggestion, holding off on opening his door as he waited for her to count them down.
"I was not expecting a farm." Violet said. "So, at this point, I could open a door and it could be a room full of mimes." She smiled at him. "Three, two, one." she said, turning her key and opening her door. She took a few steps in and called out, "No mimes!"
He pointed at her in agreement. “Valid. I was still expecting bars,” he said. Opening his door when she did he watched her disappear before stepping into his. It was small, not at all like he’d gotten used to outside of prison, but it was at least an up from prison itself. “Same here,” he echoed when she called out, setting his bag down on the loveseat. “Not a mime in sight.”
"Excellent!" Violet said, dropping her bag on the floor by the bed. Then she went back outside to look into Jeremy's room. "Well, nice! Much better than where I was, and I don't have a room mate! Just neighbors! Who aren't giant women who look like truckers who want to squish me!"
He’d drifted to the blinking computer when she wandered back into his room, pushing a button to make it stop blinking before glancing up at her. “Trucker women? I can’t even begin to process a woman’s prison.”
“And you probably wouldn’t really want to.” Violet said honestly. “It isn’t nearly as hot as porn would have you believe.” she added gravely, nodding. “And oh! Messages on the computer?” she asked. “I should probably get on that. But I’ll see you soon?” she suggested.
“There’s prison porn?” Jeremy asked, raising his eyebrow, in a look that said he found that unfathomable as well. He knew better, but sometimes it was best to play knowledge of that nature close to the vest. “Of course you will. We’re neighbors remember?”
Violet gave him a Look. "Oh please. Do not expect me to believe that you didn't know that." she said. "Everyone knows that. I know that." she pointed out. "I'm not an idiot." she told him, rolling her eyes. "And yes, we are in fact, neighbors. So, brush up on that ridiculous lie impulse, or pick more believeable things to lie about next time." she advised. "Talk to you later! I'm going to settle in." she told him brightly with a smile and a wave.
“You would have been upset if I’d admitted to knowing about it,” Jeremy countered rolling his eyes at her with a smile. “I only lied because it’s ungentlemanly and you were upset about the previous unintentional innuendo.” He turned to lean against the desk as she waved, waving back at her. “Soon enough.”
Violet had to pause in her bounce off. "...er...I brought it up. Why would I be upset if you just like, acknowledged that you knew it exists? The internet exists. Everyone in the world knows it does. What's upsetting about it? Plus, I wasn't 'upset' about innuendo, I was just asking about it, if it was intentional." She looked upset then. “You sure read a lot into very little." she said. "Could you maybe try not doing that with me? I feel like if you keep it up, all you're going to do is stick your foot in your mouth a lot, and make everything awkward." she said honestly, really not wanting to get off on the wrong foot with him.
Jeremy was patient watching her for a moment, then nodded, holding up his hands in innocence. “No more lies. Promise. And I will do my best not to read into anything. The last thing I wanted was to step on toes. Still a little shaken up from everything. I’m sorry.”
She looked relieved, exhaling and smiling at him. "Oh good, thank you." she said. "I'll just save you time and tell you that I am about as non-mysterious as anyone can be. What you see is what you get. No reading in necessary." she promised. "Have a good rest of the day Jeremy! Talk to you later!" she said, deciding that was the good point to cut out, before things got more awkward. Which she felt very bad about, but he was kind of baffling her.
“Good to know,” Jeremy said with a nod, not moving as she left, not wanting to upset what little balance they’d come to. “Same to you.” He waited until she was gone then closed the door, looking at the room and deciding it was time to get settled.