tomorrow's shadows (fated_wren) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2012-11-20 00:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | day eight, jason, jason and wren, wren |
not a bad encounter
Characters: Wren and Jason
Setting: the farm
Wren had been back and forth with the computer, and doing some weeding on the farm. There wasn’t a whole lot to be done, but it was something that needed maintaining. So, she was doing that. It was mindless, and allowed her to focus on the simple task as opposed to anything else. And at the moment, that was exactly what she needed.
Jason had stayed in his room that morning, even after the doors were opened. It was a little after noon before he ventured to the kitchen. After that, he figured he should head over to the farm. After all, he had said that he would meet Wren there and given the events of the last couple of days, he wasn’t really interested in fighting the people in charge. At least not about this.
He made his way into Block B and the farm. He wasn’t sure what Wren looked like, but given the fact that not many people seemed to hang out here, he doubted that would be a problem. Spotting a woman, he made his way over to her. “Wren?” he asked curiously as he approached her.
Looking up, Wren nodded, wiping the dirt off her hands onto her dress. "Hello." she said. "Jason, I presume?" she asked. "I would shake your hand, but mine are rather dirty." she apologized. At that, she wasn't sure what to say next, and instead focused her attention on him, in the hopes that he would be more socially adept than she was.
Jason grinned and shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.” Curious, he glanced around, studying the farm. “What are you doing?” She had said in her response that she spent a lot of time here. He figured that meant she spent a lot of time working here, but… Well, he might have spent most of his life in Ohio, which was known for its farmland, but he wasn’t exactly familiar with everything that went on during the whole growing process.
“Weeding.” Wren told him. “General maintenance. Nothing too taxing.” she said. Mostly it was mindless. It wasn’t even all that physically difficult, though eventually her back would start to ache a little. “I hope to keep up with everything so nothing gets out of control, and it doesn’t appear many people have all that much experience to help out. But so far, it isn’t needed.”
Jason nodded slowly. He knew he certainly didn’t have the experience to know what sort of things would need doing here. “So have you done stuff like this before?” He figured that was a fair assumption, given what she had said about others not having the experience to know what they were doing.
Finally turning his attention away from the farm back to Wren, he took the time to study her. She seemed… vaguely familiar, though he knew he hadn’t actually met her before. He recognized her rather abruptly. “Wait. You’re the woman from a couple of days ago. The one that got attacked by the crazy woman. Are you okay?”
"I'm sorry, were you there?" Wren said, hand immediately going to the bruises on her cheek. "I don't really remember the details, I was taken to the kitchen afterwards." she added. "I'm alright. The woman who assaulted me, she contacted me on the journals and was very rude, but I haven't seen her since."
Suddenly a little unsure, Jason shrugged. It really hadn’t been a big deal and Brady and Reece had done just as much as he had. More, in Reece’s case. “Uh, yeah. A couple of other guys and myself dealt with Crazy while someone else got you out of there.” He felt sort of bad when he realized he didn’t even know that guy’s name. “I’m glad you’re okay. Do you know who she was?” Because he didn’t know that either. There were a lot of details about that whole incident that he didn’t know, like why Crazy had attacked in the first place.
"Oh, you were one of the people who helped? I--thank you." she told him, tone grateful. "Thank you very much. I...don't really know what I would have done if people hadn't intervened. As for her...I didn't. I hadn't met her previously. I just got in her way--she was trying to throw things at those in the stocks."
Jason shrugged slightly, smiling. “It was no big deal. Reece did most of the hard work.” Like getting kicked and getting thrown up on. Besides, he was pretty sure that what they had done was simply what any decent person would have done. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
Still, he couldn’t help but be surprised by the rest of what she said. “What? Really? That’s how that started? Because you wouldn’t let her throw things at helpless people?” Because that seemed ridiculous, even when taking into account the… slightly crazed state of the other woman.
Wren nodded. "Caroline had been very afraid of that. So, I decided to stay nearby, just in case, though I hadn't imagined anyone would actually do something like that. However, there she was. I headed her off, let her know I wasn't going to allow her to throw things at helpless people, and...things got more and more heated from there, until she hit me."
Jason listened to Wren explain what had happened before shaking his head. "While it doesn't in any way excuse it, she did seem to be suffering from some sort of... psychotic episode or something when we were dealing with her. So maybe she's not so much a bitch as she is just crazy." That was one thing he was fairly sure most of them could agree on; the woman had clearly not been in her right mind. Whether or not she had been when the incident started, he didn't know, but by the end of it at least, she had clearly not been all there.
Wren shrugged one shoulder, not sure what to say to that. Jason sympathizing with her attacker didn't give her much room to reply. She wasn't holding a grudge, per se, and she wanted nothing more than to stay very far away from the woman, but crazy or not, Wren could have been hurt worse. She knew that very well. So, she fell silent, and merely nodded to Jason's statement.
Jason didn’t really sympathize with the woman who attacked Wren, not really, but he did think her questionable sanity was at least a possible explanation for the whole incident. And he sort of thought that her possibly being crazy was something Wren should probably know, because if she was just a violent bitch, well, that was one thing, but crazy? Crazy you really had to watch out for, because there was no way to predict the behavior of a crazy person. It was pretty much the only reason he had said anything about it. “The whole thing does make me wonder though. The people in charge here didn’t seem to punish her at all for the whole thing. So what in the world did the people in the stocks do to deserve it if attacking someone doesn’t get any response?”
"Ryan said he was in my room without permission." Wren provided. "Though I do not believe that is all. Things seem...off, there, and I'm not certain how to explain it." she added. "I do not know what Caroline did, she never confessed so far as I know."
Jason had been more talking aloud than actually expecting an answer, so he was surprised when Wren actually had an answer beyond a simple I don’t know. It was probably one of the few actual answers he had gotten about the whole thing. “That seems... Yeah, I can see where you might think there was something off about that.” He did, and he didn’t even know the whole story. He was fairly sure that if she thought that, then there probably was something going on there. “There’s a lot about this place that seems off.”
Wren nodded. "There is." she agreed. "What else are you thinking, in that vein?" she asked, curious what he thought, how he saw it all.
Jason shrugged slightly. That seemed to be the topic of choice around here. And for good reason, he figured. “All of it? Why they pick the people they pick. The secrecy. How vague they are about what’s allowed and what’s not. Really, you can pretty much take your pick of topics. Pretty much everything about this place seems off.”
He frowned slightly as he thought for a second. “I mean... If they were serious about what they say they want to do, I feel like... I don’t know. Like this place would make a whole lot more sense than it does.”
Wren paused, not sure she followed what he said there. "...what do you mean?" she asked. "If they were serious about what they want to do, what would make more sense? Or, are you saying that this place should make more sense if they're serious?" she asked, thinking she'd just misinterpreted him. "I'm not sure I understand what their goals are. Or how this is meant to achieve them."
Mentally replaying what he had said, Jason realized that he really hadn’t done a very good job of articulating himself. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I meant the second one. I just think... If these people here really did have in mind to rehabilitate us and all that... That a lot of the things that don’t make sense should. Or... I don’t know. It makes sense in my head. I just think that common sense and less secrecy would work a lot better if they were genuinely trying to rehabilitate us. This... This just doesn’t really seem to be the best strategy.” He shrugged after a second. “Then again, what do I know?”
Pausing, Wren eventually shrugged. "I don't know enough about psychology to know methods well. I'm sure not everything is straight forward. What would you be doing if you thought you were trying to rehabilitate us?" she asked.
Jason shrugged helplessly. That was the problem; he didn’t really have any better ideas. He just... didn’t really think this one was working. “I don’t know. I really don’t have any better ideas. I just feel like... There’s so much secrecy here. Personally, I think I’d be more inclined to trust the people in charge if they were more open about what they were doing. Even if I didn’t agree with them, at least I’d know what to expect. And what they expect of me.”
Wren didn't know what answers they could really give. She didn't know that there was even that much secrecy. There was some, most certainly, but what else could they truly be told? She didn't know. She guessed no one did. "I'd like to know what's expected." she offered, because that much she definitely agreed with.
“I think most of us would appreciate knowing what’s expected,” Jason agreed. If nothing else, it would make it easier to tell whether or not people were breaking rules and causing problems because they wanted to or thought it was fun, rather than just because they didn’t know what the rules were. “And I don’t think that’s asking too much. I really don’t get why they haven’t done that yet.”
"I don't either. Seems like it should have been a priority." Wren said with a sigh, getting back to work with the plants. "It would at the very least let us know what structure we're meant to be forming. If any."
Jason grinned, a slightly sarcastic edge to his smile. “We’re supposed to be building a community. Possibly something like in The Stepford Wives.” He rolled his shoulders, watching Wren as she got back to work with the plants. He wondered if he should offer to help, but... Given the fact that he had managed to kill a catus he had once had, he was pretty sure he should not be involved in anything dealing with plants. And well, he figured this should be enough to make the people in charge happy.
“I think I’m going to head off to the gym,” he told her. “I’ll see you around. Good luck with the garden.” He started to leave, but stopped. He glanced back at her, smiling. “And I’m glad you’re okay.” That was true; he hadn’t heard about the girl from the attack until now, so he was genuinely glad she had turned out to be okay. Especially since Wren seemed fairly nice, especially compared to some of the people here.
Wren smiled at him. "Thank you for helping. Good day, Jason."