Mary
- (XO) - While driving, a packed back seat and one passenger, the rest
of the cars in the mirror. "If I know them they'll fuel and fucking
party."
~ Mary and Alley "! Whooo !" in the motel with
bottles and jumping on the beds, while Geneva polishes her guns. In the
silence the sound of Parasol clicking buttons on her Gamebrick,
headphones on.
Tzadkiel - "Because that's what you would do ?"
Tzadkiel - "Because that's what you would do ?"
Mary - "Sure. But just to kill time." Clears her throat and stares at him a bit too long. "Road trippers are fucking crazy and so are their husbands when they're gone."
~ She's straddling some guy in tears while glancing down to see if anything's happening yet.
Tzadkiel - "Horrifying. Get anything useful ?"
Mary - "Kinda. It's all about getting point A to B as fast as possible. Which means jumping as few stones as possible. Sometimes they even taunt the police to chase them, and it's way embarrassing if they get caught.
~ Alley slams down her shot glass and glares across the table at (FMK) Mary as if challenged. We literally call it the Corellian fucking Run." Pours a shot, drinks it and slams down the glass. Looking stoic in her sway ... "If you know you know."
Mary - (FMK) "I have no idea what you're saying to me right now."
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Mary - (XO) "But if they get away it can all get bought off when they get home. Rich people games. This is what their men complain about. When they come home, they know it'll be bad, and they know they have to cover it to cover their own 'good name'.
"Sometimes
they worry about them, sometimes they pray they'll never be back. One
guy actually disavowed her in jail and let her rot. Asked me to marry
him. But I swear to God I did more counseling than fucking with that lot."
Tzadkiel - "Not a bad hourly for a counselor."
Mary - "Mm. Well. Anyway, it means they have to leave at the right time and they'll be partying until it's time to go. This one's fiance was a fucking wreck."
~ Their car tears away screeching from the nexus motel in the morning.
Tzadkiel - "Not a bad hourly for a counselor."
Mary - "Mm. Well. Anyway, it means they have to leave at the right time and they'll be partying until it's time to go. This one's fiance was a fucking wreck."
~ Their car tears away screeching from the nexus motel in the morning.
Alley
- Big hat and sunglasses on, a smoke and a throw away coffee in one
hand, the wheel in the other, stupid scarf fluttering in the wind ...
"Holy no fucking hangover."
Swerves hard in between the trucks with a sideways drift into the lane.
A route tracing between the stones of hard walls, blood passing through the tubes tangled across the dank floor.
As the patient drives, the connecting arms ahead leading to Midwich Stone, the single prison colony for all these other places, other places are jails but this is a prison.
Well patrolled, it's a prison city with
suburbs for guards and services. Used for labor, the roads ship
quietly and one may wonder why, the rest of the travel is simple grocery
and wares.
Deep
through guarded halls and into a cell so beaten it looks like a cave,
tubes filling across the floor and up draping the asylum beast, head
down in thought.
The
floors and walls are marked with the symbols binding him, but he almost
appears comfortably pensive as though he was exactly where he wanted to
be.
Simply resting on a stone.
The
patient drives on amid the traffic, prison trucks passing to drop off
and release, guards vacationing, a truck full of eggs. She's got lawn
ornaments, there's no reason to believe she has any idea.
Just another job.