[ But now she's starting to get serious. And preachy, so sit tight. ]
You want to know something though? I've read your file. You've got a real chance to get out of here without too much trouble. That chance gets better the longer you spend with your warden. Every time a warden pops off to never never land, that chance goes straight back down and you're right where you started. But you probably knew all that already.
You know what else? This place sucks. We're mentally and emotionally assaulted about twice a month by the jerk who runs the place while the other people here who've done things worse than you've probably ever even thought about maim and murder about once every other month. Nothing about this place is indicative of recovery, or redemption, or whatever you want to call it. If anything, it's tantamount to corporal punishment.
I don't believe in corporal punishment. And I don't have any deal with the Admiral. I'm here because this system is so wrong that I'm going to stick around and get as many people as I possibly can out of this hell hole and back where they belong.
So, sweetheart, you can either work with me or against me. But I'm awful at quitting, and I rarely care when I'm in over my head. I'm going to work whether you want me to or not.
[ But the seriousness falls off of her like a wet coat and she smiles. ]
[Damn, Steph. He needs a second to just blink at the screen with his mouth half open and process all of that. Really, he gets it, but he's not about to give his new warden the satisfaction of knowing that he gets it too quickly. That's the way he rolls.
So, just excuse him when all he does is lean back in his chair and takes his own sweet time lighting a cigarette before he replies.]
I dunno. Five? Lost count. How much longer you plannin' on stayin'? 'Cause I don't exactly see the point in wastin' my time on pretendin' to make progress if you're gonna be takin' off in a month.
[ But now she's starting to get serious. And preachy, so sit tight. ]
You want to know something though? I've read your file. You've got a real chance to get out of here without too much trouble. That chance gets better the longer you spend with your warden. Every time a warden pops off to never never land, that chance goes straight back down and you're right where you started. But you probably knew all that already.
You know what else? This place sucks. We're mentally and emotionally assaulted about twice a month by the jerk who runs the place while the other people here who've done things worse than you've probably ever even thought about maim and murder about once every other month. Nothing about this place is indicative of recovery, or redemption, or whatever you want to call it. If anything, it's tantamount to corporal punishment.
I don't believe in corporal punishment. And I don't have any deal with the Admiral. I'm here because this system is so wrong that I'm going to stick around and get as many people as I possibly can out of this hell hole and back where they belong.
So, sweetheart, you can either work with me or against me. But I'm awful at quitting, and I rarely care when I'm in over my head. I'm going to work whether you want me to or not.
[ But the seriousness falls off of her like a wet coat and she smiles. ]
So. Tell me about yourself, Dallas Winston.
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So, just excuse him when all he does is lean back in his chair and takes his own sweet time lighting a cigarette before he replies.]
I don't like people who talk too much.
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What else?
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If you wanna sum it up real easy, I'm really not diggin' you at all right now, blondie.
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[Pauuuuuse.]
...How long've you been here?
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