itwaskasper (itwaskasper) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2012-11-11 12:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie, charlie and kasper, day eight, kasper |
eat your words
Characters: Kasper and Charlie
Setting: Kitchen, Around noon
After making a mess of her mess that was a room.. or what most people would call cleaning it up, Kasper grabbed the pack of smokes sitting on her dresser and headed out to the kitchen. She couldn’t shake the odd feeling protruding out of the ball of already odd feelings inside her. It wasn't like she gave a damn what condition her guests were to see her room in, but for some reason a part of her told her to actually make effort now. It was a little frustrating and after smoking her cigarette to the filter even before arriving at her destination, she flicked it onto the grass.
Her bandaged up hand itched like a son of a bitch. With or without the doctors orders, that thing was coming off tomorrow. It still hurt from time to time but at the very least it wouldn’t be so damn annoying. The thought made Kasper almost pull out another cigarette. Chain smoking wouldn’t have solved anything anyway. She just wanted to get in and get out -see that face and peace out. Then again she wasn’t quite sure where he intended on meeting her. Perhaps the cafeteria? Even if he were there, she had no idea what the guy looked like. Details would have helped.
That second cigarette sounded all the more delightful and opting to just hang around between the doorways of both rooms, she lit it up, simply loitering around.
After the four word reply from the person he was apparently meant to go and meet and greet today for no known reason, Charlie had headed down to the kitchen early. Her reply hadn’t exactly inspired ‘let’s get this thing sorted’ and he was already wondering how it was going to go. In the end, he’d busied himself with making a pile of assorted sandwiches, and had piled them onto a plate when he saw a woman turn up. “Hey - you Kasper?” he called, heading towards her.
Having thrown up the hood of her black sweater, Kasper turned to face the man greeting her. She stuffed her free hand in her pocket and gave a little upwards nod in acknowledgement. “One and only,” she said with little enthusiasm. Sometimes she wished she really wasn’t Kasper.
Sucking on the filter end of her cigarette, she sized him up, figuring he had no idea what sort of troubles she had been in the last couple of days. Though she never assumed anything, he may have just not cared, which would have been all the better for her. “And yer Charlie,” she added with a forced smile. Social settings here were like a foreign language for her. Sometimes she could get drawn in by the unknown and other times she just wanted to get away from the frustration. Right now, she wasn’t quite sure which way it was going. All she really wanted to do was get back to her hole in the wall, but not for escape reasons. Not yet anyway.
Charlie gave her a smile and said nothing about the fact that she was smoking around food. he had nothing against smoking per se, but near foodstuffs was just... yeah. “I made sandwiches,” he said instead, gesturing to the plate. “There’s a bit of everything, so hopefully there’ll be something you like.” He paused and then rolled his eyes. “Honestly - I have no idea what they’re after from this. I almost didn’t bother. No offence to you, but I don’t like the idea that we have to jump each time they give an order. But then I figured that getting out and meeting more people wasn’t exactly a bad idea, so why the hell not.”
Kasper eyed over the plate. “Shit, none taken,” she said, her voice a little rough from the amount of cigarettes she had smoked in the last couple days, “Guess you’re one of them rise against the power chumps around here.” Not that she was trying to call him a chump, but Kasper’s choice of words weren’t always the smoothest. She shrugged slightly and wandered past him, “Wanna sit down and have a little chat then?”
“Rise up against the power chumps?” Charlie asked as he sat. He didn’t give any suggestion as to whether he was one or not - he wanted to know more about her definition of that kind of person first. Not that he would necessarily admit to anything, of course. He could lie with the best of them if he needed to, and he wasn’t looking for trouble.
Giving him a shrug, Kasper moved in to sit across from him. “You know, like hate the admins, get worked up, all that stuff?” She pulled up a leg so her head was resting on her knee lazily as she stared at him. The whole time she had been watching the scene below from the balcony the other day, she remembered his little speech. Even so, she knew next to nothing about him. “Save the people sort?” she added, “Like Twiggy.”
Charlie considered that before answering, and when he did, his answer was calm and thought out. Clearly what he considered to be a rational and reasoned opinion. “I think that any situation where faceless people have this much power and control is destined to end badly. There’s a lack of oversight and accountability. We should know far more about what is going on here, how things work and are intended to work and what both our rights and responsibilities are. The fact that we don’t have that concerns me. And it means that I am not just going to blindly do what they say, just because they say I should do it.” He paused. “Who’s Twiggy?” he asked her.
Kasper cocked an eyebrow at his lengthy response. “Shit, we gave up most of our rights when we entered jail,” she replied, “What makes you think we deserve them all back now? Do you just want to go back to wherever piss hole you came from? Seems like we have it made here.” Not that she particularly enjoyed it all that much. She still preferred the ground and cold nights of the streets but anything was better than real jail. “Twiggy...” she lifted her head for a moment, a little annoyed with herself for even bringing her up again, “I hear her name’s Wren or something.”
“Wren.” Charlie’s tone changed as he confirmed that. It clearly distracted him from his opinions on the people running this place - which was probably a good job, since once he got on one about authority figures, it was hard to get him off it again. It didn’t help that he got the feeling that Kaspar’s opinions on Wren weren’t good ones. “What about Wren?” he asked her, pushing.
Her brow in turn knitted. “You just get yourself into trouble forcing your shit on other people,” she said sharply, “Don’t know when to let it go before you get hurt!” Kaspers voice rose a little along with the straightening of her back. She slammed her still wrapped up hand down onto the table, not hard, but enough to make a thud. “People like her just walk into goddamn trouble too easily and that could be you.”
“It took all of Charlie’s self-control not to flinch when she turned like that. “Calm down!” he said, with some authority, the level of his voice matching hers, though he didn’t shout. “I’m not threatening you. I’m asking about Wren.”
“And I gave you an answer,” Kasper returned, withdrawing her hand from the table altogether. “We’re in a lair of wolves, and you can expect some sense of control but you can't have it both ways. Freedom and control or the ability to manage ourselves in a place of restrictions,” her voice was much calmer, drawing back on the memory of the other day. A pang of guilt hit her, something she desperately wanted to stop and go away. It was why she couldn’t let go bringing Twiggy up.
“She got in the way once and look where it got her,” she added with much less emotion, “Is she still hurtin’?” There was no doubt in her mind that something was up between this guy and Wren. There had to be. He was just so hell bent on the subject.
“You were the one that did that to her?” Charlie demanded, the pieces falling into place in his head. “You were going to throw things at Ryan and Caroline - and she stopped you. And you hurt her. You never go near her again. You understand me? Never. You go near her - you hurt her and I swear to god I will make you wish you’d never been born.” Okay, he probably should have thought his response through better, or given some kind of thought to the kind of person he was talking to, but when he realised she had hurt Wren, he just saw red.
Kasper stared at him a little blankly. She scoffed quietly and turned her head briefly once he was finished inflating his hard on for little Twiggy. “What a joke,” she said quietly first. It must have been one big joke if they had been set up to interact. She turned her head back and moved her leg down, placing both palms on the table. “Not everything’s as black and white as you damn well want to believe it is,” she returned sharply. Shifting her weight on her palms, she rose and leaned in. “She’s lucky she got away. And you better hope that she grows a sense of her own safety. None of us are back in our homes, we’re still in jail. There’s douchebags everywhere and it could have been anyone she got in the way of,” she backed up, standing straight, “Remember that the next time you want to be a chump.”
Charlie moved to mirror her position on the other side of the table. “Maybe you should listen to yourself, sometime. Because your words apply to you as well. You leave Wren alone - she might not be one of the people you need to be careful of, but types like her? They’re very good at inspiring the protective instincts of a lot of people. So you fuck with her and you may find that you get a whole gang of douchebags whose sole purpose in life it to make yours hell. Grow a brain,” he spat.
Kasper’s lips curled. She didn’t exactly find what he said amusing, but there was a part of it that definitely tickled her amusement bones. Using both hands one after the other, she slid up the sleeves of her hoodie and held out her forearms. “You think I give two shits about what my life is worth,” she relayed, her half smile fading, “I never hurt Wren. I hurt someone else.”
Maneuvering out from the table, Kasper slid her sleeves back down and stared blankly back at him. “I’d love to tell you it won’t happen again, but don’t feel comfortable easing the minds of pricks full of their own shit. So I’ll save that for her.”
“You hurt Wren - I saw the bruises. Don’t give me that bullshit and think I’m gonna buy it,” Charlie said, standing up straight once again. He didn’t want to hear that this woman wouldn’t promise not to hurt her. He wanted to hear that Wren would be fine. The idea of her not being - that simply wasn’t acceptable. Charlie couldn’t and wouldn’t take that.
“Yeah, fuck you, asshole,” she bit back quickly, flipping him off with her middle finger, “I don’t owe you shit.” Kasper was having no more of that conversation. Instead of circling around it, she simply turned away from him to make her leave.
His instinct was to grab her, to stop her leaving until he had the promise he wanted, but this time he managed to restrain himself. That road led nowhere good, and he wouldn’t actually be able to achieve what he wanted. As much as he hated that fact. So, instead, he just let her walk away. Fuck.