hannah_hart (hannah_hart) wrote in rrinitiative, @ 2013-01-03 22:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | day ten, marie, marie and ryan, ryan |
Day 1 (For Marie)
Characters: Marie & Ryan
Setting: Her room
Marie walked into the main area clutching her bag and key in her hand shaking a little. She was glad for this opportunity but one thing she hated more than anything was being center stage where everyone could see her and stare at her. She tried to avoid the eyes on her. She blushed a slight pink color and started to shuffle towards where the inmates rooms were.
Ryan yawned as he walked out of his room, newly clean again after a night at Susanna’s. It hadn’t been unpleasant at all to stay with her all night, though having his own space was too nice to ever give up. But sleepovers with her weren’t something to rule out, even though he’d never stayed before last night for the entire evening.
He stretched and headed toward the kitchen to see if everything spoiled and what was left after the power outage. He smiled as he saw a new and unfamiliar face. He knew he didn’t know everyone, but he was pretty sure he hadn’t seen her before. “Hello there. Are you lost?” he asked in a kind tone as he approached.
Marie almost jumped a foot when the sweet voice and face appeared right in front of her. She gave him a small smile and a blush rose higher on her cheeks "Ummm I was just wondering where this room is, do you know?" She showed him her key number and gave him a smile. He has the prettiest eyes she has ever seen.
Ryan reached for the key, using the moment as an excuse to subtly glance over her. Her blush and demeanor was submissive, which piqued his interest right away. “Let’s see here, darlin’,” he drawled in his soft Texan accent, “I think I can show you the way, if you want.”
She nodded "If your not busy, I don't want to take you away from something important. I mean you seemed to be on your way somewhere." She bit her lip embarassed at the idea suddenly of taking him from something important.
“Not busy. I was just going to get something to eat and see if everything spoiled in the kitchen, though Carmel’s probably already taken care of that,” he said. “Carmel tends to cook for all of us most days, you see,” he informed her. “I can wait to eat, though. It won’t take long to show you to your room.”
She smiled at him clutching her bag close to her as they walked past the other people. Her eyes wide and luminous as she saw everyone around her "There are so many people." She muttered under her breath, she is not one for huge crowds.
Ryan watched her, and thought she had does’ eyes. Pretty, but a bit vacuous and definitely oh so innocent. Sheep. “Not as many as at a bigger place, but we’re fuller than we were,” he told her. “Most are pretty friendly, really. How long have you been in?”
She sighed softly "I have been in the county jail for about 6 months though if that means anything." She gave him a little smile "Well as long as they are kind to me I have no issue."
He subtly turns and slowly starts to lead her toward her room, her key still in his hand. “May I ask what you did?” he inquired. With some people it was a sore spot, with others, they admitted it readily. Ryan? He lied through his teeth and no one knew otherwise. “County jail is a lot less than prison itself, though, but this place is far freer than any I’ve ever heard of, really.”
She noddded and shifed her bag walking beside him but following as well "Oh I robbed a jewelry store. They had this amazing necklace that I wanted desperately and so I took it. I worked there so it wasn't long before I was busted."
Ryan’s lips twitched very faintly. Ah, so she really wasn’t careful, then. You don’t play where you work, at least not so people can figure it out like that. “That’s too bad,” he said sympathetically, not letting that criticism past his brain in any way.
She sighed softly as he unlocked the door and nodded her head walking into the room. She frowned over it a little "I hope you get to decorate at the very least."
He unlocked the door to her and opened with with a gallant gesure, watching as she walked into it. "It's plain, I know. But there should be some paint still, and you might be able to convince one of the artsy people to pain something more than a solid color for you," he said.
She smiled and lifted her bag up "I brought some stencils with me so maybe I can just borrow some paint and do some designs. Its not much just some butterflies and things." She set her stuff down on the bed and then followed it as she rubbed her face.
“Ah, you had it with you when you went in?” he asked. HE’d gotten everything that had been with him when he’d gotten apprehended, and a few other things like the clothes a nd such. “That should be a help for you to decorate, then.” Himself, he wasn’t much for that sort of thing. That was why he had women around usually, anyway.
She smiled at him, grateful she has a friend so soon "You know I have some manly stencils too I could put some on your walls if you want. And yes I got them, I am never without my stencils."
“I’ll have to take a look at them sometime,” he told her, leaning against the opening of the door. “I might just have you do that.” Friendly and eager to please, part of him noted easily. It’d be almost too easy. Not that he needed to be thinking those things right now.
She smiled at him again and rubbed her face, some sadness crept into her mismatched eyes "I appriciate you giving me the time of day."
Not a problem, darlin’,” he told her. “It’s the sort of thing we like to do around here. You just tell me if you need anything, y’hear? My name is Ryan, and I’m next door in room 16.”
She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling at him "I will I promise, thank you Ryan."
He half-bowed at her again, reaching for her door knob to ease the door shut behind him. “I’ll just leave you to it, then. You have a good day, miss,” he said, tipping an invisible hat this time, since he’d failed to wear his today.
She laughed at him and leaned back against the wall behind the bed and closed her eyes.
He slipped on out quietly, good deed for the day done. He headed back for the kitchen, aiming to get some food. Another sheep in the fold, he thought dryly. What fun, what fun. And he’d met her first…