Trixie drags herself to Henry's room in the days following the breach. She's still a little uncomfortable in her own skin, but she knows it'll go away in time.
But for Henry -- God, who knows how he's taking all of this. The change to his brain, the loss of control.
She knocks. "Henry, it's me. Let me in." A pause. "I brought cake."
"Won't go near her," she reassures him, sitting down on the only chair and setting aside the cake. She's not hungry for it, but Henry might eat it later if she leaves it to tempt him.
"Might feel better," she says, crossing her arms. "Healthier than pretending everything's fine anyways. Cuz I know it ain't. It never is when you've had your mind fucked with."
Trixie chews on the inside of her mouth a little, looking away from him as she considers how truthful she wants to be. She'd guessed this was going to be part of being a warden, being transparent to one's inmate about certain things, but it unsettles her to tell him her weaknesses.
"Since I was little," she tells him, finally sitting back down. "Was just a girl when I was bought by my first pimp."
"Man who sells sex," she tells him, trying to keep it as simple as she can. "He...manages women, employs 'em, sets the prices and moves the girls like goods. Mine came to my orphanage in Chicago and bought a bunch of us -- don't have to tell you it wasn't a normal orphanage. Owner was constantly looking to make a buck."
She props open the door and brings her chair close to it so she can blow the smoke out into the hallway. Her match gets struck along the door jamb and she lights up, taking a careful drag and letting the nicotine soothe her nerves.
"Had a choice, either I go to New York City with a rich widow's money and an orphan girl we found outside of camp, or I go back to my pimp and he beats the hell out of me. I didn't belong in the city, but working at the brothel was Hell on Earth some days."
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Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-25 04:49 pm (UTC)But for Henry -- God, who knows how he's taking all of this. The change to his brain, the loss of control.
She knocks. "Henry, it's me. Let me in." A pause. "I brought cake."
Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-25 04:51 pm (UTC)"You didn't need to bring anything," he says brightly.
Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-25 05:04 pm (UTC)"Gifts usually help break the ice," she tells him. "Can I come in?"
Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-25 05:37 pm (UTC)There is a quick gesture to the corner. "Seems like one of the spiders has set up her web in the corner down there, so try to not disturb it."
He gestures to the chair and then sits on the edge of his cot. "I assume you want to talk about the breach?"
Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-25 07:02 pm (UTC)"Wanted to check on you."
Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-25 07:03 pm (UTC)He spreads out his hands a bit.
Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-25 11:07 pm (UTC)Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-25 11:09 pm (UTC)"Well, I suppose that doesn't apply to me."
Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-25 11:39 pm (UTC)"You're pretending to be fine. It's...fucking creepy, you know that, right?"
Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-25 11:41 pm (UTC)"Would you rather I throw a fit?"
Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-25 11:58 pm (UTC)Because it'd be human of him. It'd be a normal reaction!
She gets to her feet. "Chrissakes, Henry, yes. Having any show of emotion is fucking normal."
Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-26 12:00 am (UTC)Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-26 03:21 am (UTC)Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-26 03:24 am (UTC)Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-26 04:03 am (UTC)Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-26 04:06 am (UTC)She won't let him into her mind, so he has to do this the old fashioned way.
Asking.
Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-26 04:31 pm (UTC)"Since I was little," she tells him, finally sitting back down. "Was just a girl when I was bought by my first pimp."
Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-26 04:33 pm (UTC)He leans forward, interested but wanting to know all the pieces.
Re: Post-breach
Date: 2022-11-26 04:59 pm (UTC)"Man who sells sex," she tells him, trying to keep it as simple as she can. "He...manages women, employs 'em, sets the prices and moves the girls like goods. Mine came to my orphanage in Chicago and bought a bunch of us -- don't have to tell you it wasn't a normal orphanage. Owner was constantly looking to make a buck."
Re: Post-breach
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Date: 2022-11-27 12:46 am (UTC)She reaches into one of her skirt pockets. "Mind if I smoke in here?"
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Date: 2022-11-27 12:49 am (UTC)The doctors smoked. The guards smoked. He doesn't mind it.
...He smoked in the breach. He tries not to think about that.
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Date: 2022-11-27 01:03 am (UTC)She props open the door and brings her chair close to it so she can blow the smoke out into the hallway. Her match gets struck along the door jamb and she lights up, taking a careful drag and letting the nicotine soothe her nerves.
"Had a choice, either I go to New York City with a rich widow's money and an orphan girl we found outside of camp, or I go back to my pimp and he beats the hell out of me. I didn't belong in the city, but working at the brothel was Hell on Earth some days."
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