ashers_ashes (ashers_ashes) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2012-11-06 10:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | aaron, aaron and evan, day eight, evan |
we're all doomed
Characters: Aaron and Evan
Setting: just outside their rooms, after the doors unlock
Aaron took the fact that he was locked in his room with equanimity. After all, five years behind bars had taught him that his time was not his own. Not really. He had become used to the strictures and structures of the prison day. He rose early, as he had a tendency to do. Checked out his new ‘home’. He read the notes on the computer, took in the background to where he was now. He did some sit ups and push ups. Showered. Dressed. Wrote the post that they wanted, responded to some others - though he read more than he wrote. And he waited for the clock to hit nine.
When it did, he tried the door, which opened. He already knew his room - now was the time to find out what else this complex held. Grabbing his room key, he stepped out, locking the door behind him.
Evan had spent his time going through all the backlog of entries he had access to on the computer. Less because he had nothing better to do and more because he wanted to know what the fuck he was getting himself into. It didn't take him long to read through everything, though it didn't necessarily comfort him much. He'd still have to meet people. And he wasn't all that into socializing. He wasn't a friendly person by nature anymore. Maybe before, he'd been alright, if quiet, but after? That was a big no.
He wasn't even quite sure why the fuck he'd been picked to do something like this. He also noted that this place was clearly co-ed, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. Kind of seemed like an idea that was going to be a powderkeg.
He ditched his room the moment he could, so he could figure out the layout of the place. He locked his room behind himself as well, pocketing his key as he noted his neighbor doing the same. He looked over, but didn't actually greet him. Instead he did an assessment of his own, a quick snap-judgment. And that snap-judgment said this was a man who could handle himself, so picking a fight would be a stupid idea. Not that he picked fights often. People picked fights with him a lot. And they tended to learn not to do that later.
Aaron pocketed his room key as he noticed the man standing beside him. “So, it’s not all women here then,” he observed - even though he already knew that to be the case. Still, his comment on the journals stood - there seemed to be a higher proportion of women commenting on there.
Evan looked over. "No." he answered. Though, because he'd been reading everything, he latched onto what the man was talking about. "But you're right that the women seem more chatty on the journals." After it had been noted, he'd had to check, and it seemed like that was definitely true. Not that he was surprised.
Aaron gave him a blank look, wondering if this guy had just made that comment off the cuff from what he’d said, or whether he’d figured out who he was from what was posted over the computer. In the end, it figured that it didn’t really matter. “Name’s Aaron - and you are?” he asked.
"Asher." Evan answered, since it was generally what he went by. He also connected the name. "You just got here too, and you aren't a social little bunny. Or you're just trying to avoid anyone picking a fight." And, with the look of the guy, he understood why he was confident that he could make things get 'messy'. He definitely looked like someone who could kick people's asses if he wanted to.
“My, my - don’t you just know everything. You gonna tell me my star sign and blood type next? Maybe where I was born, how I grew up,” Aaron suggested, though his tone stopped short of being openly aggressive.
"I've been bored for the morning--I read a lot." Evan said with a shrug. "If you really wanted to keep shit a secret, maybe you should have hit a privacy setting. Thought the whole 'my name is' and 'don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you' was for everyone. Unless you figure it's cool to put up, but you want no one to actually have taken anything away from it. Might want to reassess your expectations on that though if it's the case. People don't usually have the memory of a goldfish." he replied, not quite aggressive either.
Aaron smiled, though there was little warmth to it. “Oh no - that was for everyone. And if I’m forced to back it up, then I’ll do that. But you’re right - I’d much rather avoid people picking a fight in the first place. Makes shit easier all round that way. I’m a man that likes a quiet life, and sometimes a few well placed threats are the quickest way to that. As for their memories, if they wanna be a goldfish, let’s just hope they’re not stupid goldfish. As long as they stay swimming in their own glass jar, we’re gonna be just fine.”
"Expecting a lot of people trying to fuck your shit up, are you?" Evan asked. That seemed to be the screaming vibe there. He did want to know what the hell this guy's deal was, especially if they had rooms next to one another. Well. That and he seemed kind of prickly. Which generally people accused him of being. So it was actually sort of interesting to meet someone who almost seemed more twitchy than he could get.
Aaron shrugged a shoulder. “Prepare for the worse,” he said, easily. Of course, for him, ‘the worst’ was people finding out he was a cop. In the mainstream prison system, that had been something which had gotten out pretty quickly. Here, he was hoping it would be something he could keep up wraps. Still, he wasn’t going to be letting his guard down. Who the hell knew what the folks running this place would do. Especially not after what he’d heard so far.
Evan gave a little half smirk at that. "We should get along fine, then. If you ever want a worst-case scenario, talk to me." He could pull a worst-case out of anything. It was generally how he lived his life these days. If he could work out just how fucked things could get, he could prepare for that or work to avoid it.
Aaron arched an eyebrow. "That your speciality or something?" he asked, wondering at the way the younger man had said that. Maybe he had worked in disaster planning in a former life. Not that Aaron had any intention of asking about it - that just opened the door to the whole 'and what did you do' conversation that he didn't want to have.
"Kind of." Evan said. "it's more or less just how my mind works. I look at things in the light of 'how bad can this possibly get'." he admitted. Occasionally, Evan wondered if he did that these days because he hadn't seen Corrine's death coming. Which would definitely have been the worst case scenario. And if he'd seen it then, maybe he could have done something. But simply put, he hadn't.
"Be interested in your assessment of that on this place, once you've settled in a little more," Aaron told him. It was never a bad idea to see how people's minds were going.
"Oh, we're all doomed." Evan said with a nonchalance that didn't match his statement whatsoever. "It is just a matter of time." He shook his head, reaching up to drag his fingers through his hair. "This whole idea...good intentions, sure. But we all know about those."
"You know, that could be a worst case scenario for anything. If you're gonna just straight to 'we're doomed', having not set two foot outside your room and having been here for just a couple of hours. At least base your evidence off of something more than a few words on a screen," Aaron suggested to him.
"That's true. But most scenarios don't involve putting a bunch of criminals in close, closed quarters with no supervision." Evan pointed out. "Tell me how anyone cleared that idea. I don't need a whole lot more evidence than the simple situation parameters. We are, for all intents and purposes, left to our own devices with no real guidelines to speak of, so far as I can tell, no guards around to even give a harsh glance to anyone stepping out of line, and they decided, in their infinite wisdom, to make it co-ed. Tell me how that isn't a recipe for disaster."
Aaron's lips twitched a smile - though it was gone almost as soon as it arrived. More the ghost of a smile. "Carefully handpicked inmates that are no harm to anyone?" he suggested in a tone that no, not for one minute did he believe that that was what had been done. Not at all.
"Neither one of us buys that." Evan said, firm in that belief. He wasn't exactly sure how they did the screening process, but he knew he'd killed two people out there in the real world, and a few more once he'd been put behind bars. And this guy, he was already telling people things would get 'messy' if anyone fucked with him, and Evan bought that. So, no. They didn't carefully hand pick inmates that were no harm to anyone.
"So, I stand by my assessment." Evan concluded. "We're all doomed."
"No, neither of us buys that," Aaron confirmed. "But I refuse to be 'doomed' either. Surest way to start down that slippery slope is to believe it's there. Not gonna pretend like it's ever gonna be all sunshine and roses, but not gonna give up either. I'll find my own way." And people better not try and stop him.
"No one said anything about giving up." Evan said. "Just because I figure that's where it's headed doesn't mean I'll just stand idly by and let it go there. The flipside to your argument about the slippery slope is this. If you know just how bad shit can go? You can try to avoid the pitfalls beforehand."
"You see all the warning signs as well?" Aaron asked him. "Or are you just talking about reacting to shit as as when it comes up?" he looked down and shook his head, aware that this guy had set his mind on a whole different path. "You just better hope that they don't decide to specifically start messing with you." Which he could imagine now that the whole idea of 'how bad could this get' had been brought up.
"No. But it doesn't hurt to try to." Evan replied. "As for them fucking with me...maybe they will. Maybe they'll fuck with everyone. Maybe they already are. Can't tell yet. Guess I'll have to find out."
"Which is why I suggested that maybe you'd want to take a little time before giving me your judgement call on the way things could go round here," Aaron pointed out, his tone fairly mild. He wasn't looking to pick a fight, after all. He didn't care much about being buddies, or making friends, but he didn't want to make enemies either. He was out for as smooth a ride as he could manage.
"I doubt it'll change much." Evan said honestly. He still stood by what he thought initially. Sure, he'd look around, see if maybe this did happen to be magic shiny happy land or some shit, but he doubted it. He still thought it sounded like the worst idea ever, that he still couldn't believe anyone had even given it a passing thought. Who the fuck green lit this? Were they checked for brain damage beforehand? Did no one run this by a five year old and ask if it was a good idea? Because even a kid could take a passing glance and say 'nu-uh' to this steaming pile. "Anyway. I'm going to go explore, and see if anything at all here makes me think I might be wrong." he said, shoving his hands into his pockets as he turned to walk off. "Ten bucks says it doesn't."
Aaron let him get a few feet away before he called after him, "Even if I had ten bucks, I wouldn't take that bet!" Somehow that guy didn't seem the type to move from his 'the end is nigh' position very easily. That and he seemed about as predisposed to like people as Aaron himself was. That was to say: really not very at all.