swallowedwhole (swallowedwhole) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2012-10-21 19:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | day six, hannah, hannah and ryan, ryan |
preying
Characters: Hannah and Ryan
Settings: Courtyard of Block A, Mid Afternoon
The day felt long. It had been one of the longest days she had ever had since... Well since the day she last saw her parents. That in itself was only a partial truth. She had seen them many times in the last few months but they felt like another girl's parents now, their faces that of strangers. Every day had been long but today was definitely difficult. In part, Hannah had not done herself any favors by swelling in her own paranoia. She had spend a good chunk of her time sifting through the journals of everyone in the community and begun picking apart every detail for validity. Just about everyone had her skin crawling even for the faintest of inconsistencies or the smallest detail she simply did not understand. Even so, none of them had her more paranoid - intrigued even, than Ryan.
Her sights were set on getting her good look of the man while he was locked up in the stocks. It meant that she wouldn't have to wonder which one he was and she would know exactly who to watch out for. Coming around the tool shed, Hannah stopped, poking her head out to try and sneak a quick peek before she pretended to walk on by. She gasped softly upon seeing that she had looked straight ahead in to the front of him and hoped that he didn't notice him. Her eyes tightened shut as she decided quickly what to do next and with a big breath of air, she casually peeled herself from the back of the shed and walked diagonally, trying her best to look as though she were simply taking a shortcut to the cafeteria.
Ryan was bored and sore. The longer the day went on, the more he was aware he needed to take a piss. He wasn't in the best of moods from all of those things. While an attention seeker in some ways, he also wasn't fond of all the stares and the visitors, though most of these annoyed emotions he hid pretty well far under the surface. Jae had seen only a portion of how pissed she'd made him. Even deeper was his anger at the administrators, over this barbaric punishment.
Besides all those emotions, though, he was dreadfully bored. He was smart, despite everything, and had a very active mind. He couldn't sleep in these things, and there was nothing to do, except watch the people who watched him, or passed by. So he looked over as he noticed someone else. It was, after all, his only method of entertaining himself, watching her. He wondered if she would talk to him, like Jae did, or pass him on by. He could swear she was watching him too, so he let his lips tip up in a faint grin of greeting as he watched her.
There was something in the way he made that grin that sent a chill down her spine. You are the only one I have ever kept this way, a faint familiar voice in her memory seemed to assault her, stopping her in her tracks as she came to the closest point with the stocks and Ryan. She looked down, completely enthralled by something near an illusion and as much as she hated herself for standing there like a deer in the headlights, she couldn't help but enjoy the slight sense of relief that washed over her. "Hello," she spat out unknowingly, and when she realized it, she snapped out of her strange state. She felt almost stupid, embarrassed even by the quick crumble of her shoddy plan.
Ryan tilted his head and watched her curiously. God, not another crazy one, he thought, looking around to see if there was anyone else around to help if she decided to attack him like that crazy bitch Kasper had tried earlier. "Hello," he said mildly. He'd always been good at allaying suspicion--he'd lived free a lot longer than he would have had he not been so skilled. It was only a fluke he'd been caught, anyway.
Her heart thumped hard against her chest. The finer details of his face seemed to fade away and before she knew it, Hannah had approached closer, squatting down to his level. "Are you Ryan?" she asked with a bit of genuine curiosity, seemingly forgetting that she had made every effort to remind herself that her only friend right now had been a victim in his petty crimes. If that's all they were, anyway. Her curiosity was mostly a small part of her generating a misconstrued illusion that in the unknown there was a glimmer of security. She smiled meekly, nearly forgetting her original purpose entirely.
Though his mood had him wanting to lay on the sarcasm thickly, he knew that would be the wrong move now. He kept his expression none threatening and wondered if the doc needed to medicate more of these people. "I'm Ryan, yes," he said simply, watching her with a small degree of wariness. He rather thought it should be expected in anyone who was restrained while everyone else ran free willy nilly around this place. Admins were such bastards, he thought with disgust. "I've not really seen you around before. Are you new here?"
"Of course you are," Hannah replied first, feeling a little foolish. She pushed back a strand of her blonde hair and pressed her lips together. There was always supposed to be a plan, she had been taught better, but everything was different where she was now. She swallowed gently, looking away for a moment until she caught the question. Looking back at him, Hannah gave a weak smile. "I got here earlier today," she began to explain in a bit of a breathy voice as her tone lowered slightly, "Just.. woke up here in a bed. Not out of the ordinary for me, but unnerving all the same."
"Oh wow, very new then," he said pleasantly. "Though I suppose it was a rather abrupt awakening for you, considering." That alarm needed to die, personally. He had never liked alarm clocks, and one as annoying as that one made him tempted to destroy the stupid computer. He wondered about this woman, though. Crazy? Maybe. Attractive? Yes. Just rattled enough he wished he could play with her. "It was disconcerting when I first arrived, as well."
Hannah laughed softly. That alarm was somewhat traumatizing, she had decided the moment she had collected her bearings from the abrupt awakening. She tried to keep her focus on the original thoughts she had when coming over to the courtyard, but what she missed more was not feeling entirely alone when ripped from the basement of her home in Nebraska. Ryan was definitely something else. He was something all too familiar and no matter what he had really done in the grand scheme of things, the framework was all there.
"I'm Hannah," she informed, giving him a bit of a playful smile. It was the same smile she had been taught to give on the side of the highways to attract the eye of others willing to help a pretty girl out. It was never a part of her natural characteristics but in time had been engrained in to her being so thoroughly that it may as well have been natural. "How long have you been here?" she asked. "In the facility, I mean..."
So far he wasn't getting a terribly good read on this girl. One moment distracted, then shy, and now a bit of a coquette. Which was she really, he wondered. "It's nice to meet you, Hannah, though I wish it were in more pleasant circumstances." Because these stocks didn't exactly make a good impression, now did they. He tilted his head promptingly as she asked how long he'd been here, and then nodded at the clarification. "Let's see, something like four days?" he said. "It all runs together just a bit at this point."
"Looks like you've been busy," Hanna replied jokingly. She gave another smile and then scooted in a tad closer. If he was being punished for something beyond theft then the people who ran this place had to do something about it. She figured it made sense that he was locked up a lot longer than Caroline was but if that was all they were doing, it was a bit unnerving. "I heard about what you did to Becka and some other girl," she said quietly, "It's a shame they locked you up. Someone like you shouldn't be on display like this." A small Nebraskan accent began to form around her words. It was unnatural, as much as the playful smile had been but sounded authentic all the same. She put her years of conditioning to use. The only thing she had no real grasp on was whether or not she wanted him or like her or if she was just trying to get something out of it all. Deciding not to try and figure it out yet, Hannah looked up at him with concerned eyes anyway. Maybe it was better to keep close to wolves. Her life had been far less brutal when she did.
He tilted his head further. There was a weird vibe off this one. His gut, which had gotten him far in life, told him she wasn't trustworthy. Not unusual, for prison. Just like he'd never gone for the overt sluts on the prowl back home, with their coy little smiles and STDs, he didn't go with the ones who sat on his stocks or hit on him while he was in them. She didn't have Susanna's attractive predator vibe (For all she slept around, she had what he wanted in as far as he could get it willingly), there was something odd here. But that didn't mean he couldn't play along, and see what her game was. Ryan smiled more warmly at her. It was a different kind of hunt, and well, he was bored. "I was a bad boy, so that means I get locked up this time," he said solemnly. If anything, maybe he'd get a piece of ass out of it down the road. Variety was the spice of life, after all, even if she might be crazy.
Though no happening that he'd touch that crazy bitch Kasper. He wasn't stupid.
"So what brought you to prison, darlin'?" he drawled, leaning slightly toward her. "Such a harsh place isn't for someone like you."
Hannah clammed up at the question. She considered the repercussions of admitting the truth and weighed them against what she had been taught about telling lies. What have you done? "Me?" she said finally, "I..." Cut it with steady hands! "I did things to people," the way she spoke was hard to decipher whether she was ashamed or proud, "We took people and they died." You never looked so glorious. "I didn't want to, but eventually, I just did them."
Nothing like a little help from an old friend. Lover? Father? Whatever he was. As twisted as it was, Hannah missed him more than anyone else. It wrenched her gut.
Her eyes shifted to look in to Ryan's. "We all did something, I guess." The greatest art is that which no one else will touch but you.
Oh, now, that was interesting. There was a lot in between the lines of her words. Did things to people. There was a lot there. Many possibilities. But given that she was in prison, stuff with blood was an option. He was strongly reminded of Sydney, all of the sudden. Sydney had liked doing things to people, up until she'd suddenly found them being done to her again. It was something he found perversely attractive, so long as he had some sort of control. There was a trace of the feeling with Susanna as well, though Susanna was most definitely not someone to conquer. This one, perhaps... this one was. He met and kept her gaze, smiling at her slowly. "We all did, yes, and it's all in the past now," he said in a reassuring tone.
Hannah's lips parted a bit, taking in what he had said. "Is it really?" she replied, "What if we just want to go back?"
The question was more for herself. He could take it any way he wanted to but Hannah had found herself growing increasingly restless and at a loss on her own. There were people around her all the time trying to help her do things she wanted no part in and it was frustrating way more than it ever was helpful. It was much more lonelier.
She shook her head gently, placing the palms of her hands on her knees and then stood. "Anyway, I can't imagine that this is any fun for you being seen this uncomfortable. I should get going anyhow." Not that she didn't want to be seen there, but she was particularly unsure of how it might have looked talking so friendly to someone that was seemingly not only under her own suspicions. Even if she was suspicious there was something else she saw now and it both frightened and eased her.
Seeing the way he looked at her, Hannah couldn't help but smile back. She recognized that feeling he gave her and regardless of the things she had talked to Becka about... she wanted that feeling more than anything now. A breathy, faint laugh escaped as she simply stared momentarily, trying to collect her thoughts. "I'm sure you will," she simply replied, offering him another smile before backing up slightly. After glancing both ways, she made sure to give him a small wave with her fingers before going back in the direction she game. She had completely forgot where she had planned on pretending to be going.