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Who are you?! ...I'm nobody. Are you nobody too?

Dec 20, 2011 20:44

Who?: Hoffman and Simone.
What?: Post Breach Hoffman is out walking and runs into-the one person he really doesn't want to run into.
When?: Post breach, today.
Where?: Cafeteria
Why?: Torture bored ...They had to meet eventually ( Read more... )

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made_a_choice December 21 2011, 05:11:55 UTC

Simone ate a late dinner that night. She hadn't really been given much to do as yet, with no Inmate assigned her, and as it was, after ... whatever that was, she didn't feel like she would have been much help to anyone. What was the point in making her someone else, she wondered?

Well, there was one thing, at least.

She was glad she wasn't mourning either of her parents right now.

But it wasn't like this place wasn't already going out of its way to show her she wouldn't be able to even call home and wish her family well at this time of year, a luxury she had never before been denied.

She picked at her food with her fork.

It got you to appreciate the little things, at least.

expectremorse December 21 2011, 05:22:51 UTC

Hoffman selected ice cream and debated taking it out of the cafeteria. He wanted to play a homebody. He wanted-

Kids and a family cheering and laughing. He ignored it and turned to head out, "...I'm fine."

He wasn't fine. He missed Christmas-a normal Christmas where people weren't turned into other things. He missed- A New York Christmas. Snow and people angling for parking spaces. Long lines, cheap Chinese food, FAO Shwartz and the silver bells in the air...

He began to hum picturing silver bells and all the things he was missing this Christmas until his leg bumped against the table.

"...Shit I'm sor-"

He stopped, "...I'm sorry."

made_a_choice December 21 2011, 05:29:21 UTC

"It's no problem," Simone said, before she ever even looked up. She'd been living in New York -- sometimes tables got bumped, or elbows, or lots of other things. You took note, you were courteous, and you moved on. So at first she thought nothing of it.

But then she looked up.

Right away she recognized him, or at least knew she'd seen his face before, but it didn't connect right away.

...Not right away.

"Oh," she muttered.

expectremorse December 21 2011, 05:36:24 UTC

Hoffman's face slipped into a mask, ".....Betheson right?" He paused, "...Shelley Betheson?"

"No Simone." He paused, "Simone right? What the hell are you doing here?"

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