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Who: Baby and Nero
What: Depression ahoy!
When: Just before this thread
Where: The cafeteria
Warnings: Probably a lot of cursing.
( Sometimes, misery did indeed love company. )
What: Depression ahoy!
When: Just before this thread
Where: The cafeteria
Warnings: Probably a lot of cursing.
( Sometimes, misery did indeed love company. )
Dropping her tray so that it loudly announced her presence, Baby smiled widely and mischievously down at Nero before asking, "This seat taken?" No matter what the fuck he said, she was still joining him.
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She shrugged, only caring if it interrupted with her plan.
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Going back to her food, Baby sniggered at his arrogant remark, rolling her eyes. "If you had nothing to lose, you wouldn't fucking be here. Seriously, you have no fucking clue what these assholes can dig up." Naive little alien, he was.
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"Have they dug things up on you?" he asked, more curious than ever as to why she'd say that--why she was on the Barge to begin with. Whatever she'd done, it couldn't possibly have been as bad as he had, but the Admiral or whoever ran this ship must have dragged her here for a reason. "Your Warden didn't seem to be trying to use anything against you." Indeed her Warden had looked almost as devious as Baby herself seemed to be--albeit with cleaner language. It had been a long time since Nero had been around anyone who cursed so very much, and weirdly it almost made him homesick. (He'd been a miner most of his adult life, after all. In that sense they were even worse than the military.)
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She smirked, amused with him, to say the least. "And as for Rayne, that was my only fun thing I got to do in that fucking city. I tortured some twat before we left and I was put in time out most of the time. And she's my Warden: she has my file and therefore, she knows everything to use against me."
Baby swung a finger around her face in a counter-clockwise motion. "What's with the ink?"
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He touched one of the lines on his face--he didn't need to look to know where they were. "Grief-markings," he said. "In my culture we paint these when we lose someone, and mourn until it fades. I lost my planet, so those of us who survived tattooed them on." At least on Earth they'd drawn surprisingly few stares--then again, from what he understood of New York, there wasn't any reason they should have.
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Baby eyed the marking he touched, but her eyes drifted over the others while he explained them. At first she said nothing, then, she slowly nodded. "Nice." It was short, but her tone was something between impressed and appreciative. She reached out to touch one, but thought better of it and just dropped her hand and retook her fork. "What happened to your planet?"
Baby lost her entire family. She felt, that one some minuscule level, she could relate.
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His eyes followed her hand, and when she dropped it he shut them. "A supernova," he said. "It broke the planet in half, and burned it. My ship survived, but in the end it was destroyed as well, and I wound up here." He still wondered if any of his crew might show up, somehow, somewhere on the Barge.
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She isn't good at offering sympathy, especially not at some stranger. But if she intends on roping him in, she needs to try. "My family was gunned down and tortured. Not so quick." She tried to relate, or something. "Pigs finally caught up to us, because we were running. Had over 70 homicides and missing person cases under our belt."
No longer hungry, Baby pushed the tray away, watching Nero carefully.
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He looked at her very strangely when she mentioned her family. He could hardly say anything about killing, given how very much of it he'd done--what he could do, all too easily, was imagine his own family being tortured. "I'm sorry," he said, knowing it was inadequate but also knowing it was the only thing he could say. "You--did you come here alive, or did you die, too?" He hoped she hadn't had to witness that, but it was hardly a thing he could ask--and he suspected she wouldn't want to answer it anyway.
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Squirming, she rolled her eyes with a snort. It wasn't a rude jest Nero, but an annoyed reaction to the goddamn Barge. "All Inmates show up dead. I mean, they fuckin' died in their world and end up here alive. Make sense? Now the Wardens, they're hit or miss - some died, some just showed up here."
She shrugged, something she felt was doing way too fucking much. "I was gunned down by pigs with my brother and Dad. We went out in a blaze of glory, though, we did. Heh, yeah we shot back at those mother fuckers, ran our car into their stupid ass barricade."
Damnit, she missed Otis.
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"I hope you managed to take it out of them," he said. "There is no way to make your killers pay too much for your own death." Or to repay those who failed in their promise to aid you; he'd proved that there really was no way, even up to and including destroying their planet.
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She chose a neutral response by bobbing her head, and saying 'Yeah'. Short, simple, sweet.
Baby stood, done with her mostly finished meal, and eyed him over again. "Nero, huh?"
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He looked up at her--standing, she was some taller than he was sitting--watching her with dark alien eyes. "Nero," he said. "I hope we might talk again, Baby. Do you have a second name?" She might or might not tell him; he didn't know about humans, but Romulans had several names, one of which nobody but they ever knew.
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