I'll journal post for him in a minute
One could understand his immediate fear of people learning things about him. He tried to repress it, but that course only made it worse. He didn't like or want to see a psychiatrist due to the fact he didn't want anyone to know the full extent of his very illegal past, and then Gina would want to know why he had a psychiatrist.
It would be because he got tortured that one time, he'd probably say, because that was obviously extremely traumatic.
Oh and, to add a little bit of a human texture, the niiiine fuuulll months without sex with a wife like his was just about to kill him. And from the after-birth effect, he'd still have to wait oh.. another month. She'd be way too sore and.. otherwise unappealing. Medical stuff sucked.
So upon taking a walk to get a pizza -- yes, he preferred Chicago style, thank you, -- he happened to glance into the Subway. What.. or shall we say who, was inside was the reason he stopped walking.
At eighteen, she had filled out nicely. When Ramsey knew her, she was an A cup, lengthy in limbs and her hair was limp due to her tomboyish attitude. Now she ballooned to a C cup, had her hair cut and dyed to a punky color. She wore punk goth clothing with a corset and currently ate a chicken terriyaki sub.
When he opened the door she didn't look up, but she did notice him when her head turned in to take another bite from the hulking sandwich in front of her tiny, pretty face. Her eyes shone from the eyeliner and mascara plastered on in precision gothy texture, which only made the emerald shine out all the more. "Ramsey?" She exclaimed, but what came of it was mottled and muffled from the large pieces of chicken, bread and onion.
He smiled at her but.. it was a shock to see her. And she seemed sober, healthy.. he hoped. "How are you?" He asked, not saying hello or going through any of that greeting shit.
She took great effort in swallowing, as she originally expected to have time to chew such a large bite. "Considering.. I'm okay." She paused for a moment, looking him over. God, he had a few more scars since he left.. "Where the hell have you been? Everyone's all pissed that you keep coming back and forth. Don't you get that you aren't supposed to be here?" She was happy to see him, but when it came to mind that everyone -- everyone being a term to describe a group rather than the whole damn city -- was mad at him.. it was hard to hold back.
"How many could still be pissed off at me? Do they have any idea what the hell happened to me after I left?"
"They were mad that you ran off with Jeanette.. Some of them, anyway. Others just.. hold you responsible, I guess?" She took a sip from her sprite. "Some are mad because you abandoned them.. "She looked down for a moment, but then shrugged. She couldn't be mad. "Then we got word that she was shot, and you took off, and from there people just.. stewed."
"After over a year, I figured enough would have happened to make them forget.. "
"Most of your group has either left or died. The people that are mad are family members and friends of everyone who was involved.. "
Ramsey finally sat down. He'd forgotten to do that.
"There are a few who want to see you dead."
"Everyone's wanted that lately. Apparently it won't happen.. Hasn't yet."
"Yeah well, we don't know what happened after you left. No informants outside Chicago. We just know you shoved a few things in that car of yours and took off."
"Yeah. Ended up getting married because of it." He grinned, finally finding a way to lighten things up after all this depressing bullshit. "I'll see what I can do about letting them know the truth about thin--"
"I do not recommend that. "
"We'll worry about it later."
She sighed. "What happened to you?"
"I got chased, got married and she's pregnant. We're here to be with family."
"You brought a pregnant woman into this?!"
"Calm down!" He barked at her, but calmed himself after considering it was unnice to bark at her. "I didn't plan anything. She's safe back at the house. Being alone when she has the baby is more stupid than anything."
"I can't believe you brought her into this. What does she think about you being here?"
"She doesn't know anything. I haven't told her."
The young woman just stared.
"She's safer not knowing."
Shrug. "They may not care about her. Some extremists may.. but for the most part you're right, she's safe at home."
"Have you gotten out? Have you found people to help you rather than.. ?"
"No and no. I'm trying but he's making it harder and harder.. Talking to you probably shouldn't have happened but I'm tired of being scared of everything."
It was Ramsey's turn to sigh, but he did reach down for a stray piece of lettuce off her piece of Subway paper. "I'll get you out of this, but you have to tell me you want my help." He knew how hard it was to make this decision. One couldn't force it on someone without being extremely inhumane.
"I want out. I've been trying everything to get out, but I just.. I can't.."
Reaching out, he held onto her hand, which was dwarfed easily under his. "I promised I would.. I just.."
"I know."
Touching her cheek, more like a brother to a sister, he smiled. Getting up, he grabbed two sandwiches and sat down with her to eat his meal. Pizza tomorrow, then.
It would be because he got tortured that one time, he'd probably say, because that was obviously extremely traumatic.
Oh and, to add a little bit of a human texture, the niiiine fuuulll months without sex with a wife like his was just about to kill him. And from the after-birth effect, he'd still have to wait oh.. another month. She'd be way too sore and.. otherwise unappealing. Medical stuff sucked.
So upon taking a walk to get a pizza -- yes, he preferred Chicago style, thank you, -- he happened to glance into the Subway. What.. or shall we say who, was inside was the reason he stopped walking.
At eighteen, she had filled out nicely. When Ramsey knew her, she was an A cup, lengthy in limbs and her hair was limp due to her tomboyish attitude. Now she ballooned to a C cup, had her hair cut and dyed to a punky color. She wore punk goth clothing with a corset and currently ate a chicken terriyaki sub.
When he opened the door she didn't look up, but she did notice him when her head turned in to take another bite from the hulking sandwich in front of her tiny, pretty face. Her eyes shone from the eyeliner and mascara plastered on in precision gothy texture, which only made the emerald shine out all the more. "Ramsey?" She exclaimed, but what came of it was mottled and muffled from the large pieces of chicken, bread and onion.
He smiled at her but.. it was a shock to see her. And she seemed sober, healthy.. he hoped. "How are you?" He asked, not saying hello or going through any of that greeting shit.
She took great effort in swallowing, as she originally expected to have time to chew such a large bite. "Considering.. I'm okay." She paused for a moment, looking him over. God, he had a few more scars since he left.. "Where the hell have you been? Everyone's all pissed that you keep coming back and forth. Don't you get that you aren't supposed to be here?" She was happy to see him, but when it came to mind that everyone -- everyone being a term to describe a group rather than the whole damn city -- was mad at him.. it was hard to hold back.
"How many could still be pissed off at me? Do they have any idea what the hell happened to me after I left?"
"They were mad that you ran off with Jeanette.. Some of them, anyway. Others just.. hold you responsible, I guess?" She took a sip from her sprite. "Some are mad because you abandoned them.. "She looked down for a moment, but then shrugged. She couldn't be mad. "Then we got word that she was shot, and you took off, and from there people just.. stewed."
"After over a year, I figured enough would have happened to make them forget.. "
"Most of your group has either left or died. The people that are mad are family members and friends of everyone who was involved.. "
Ramsey finally sat down. He'd forgotten to do that.
"There are a few who want to see you dead."
"Everyone's wanted that lately. Apparently it won't happen.. Hasn't yet."
"Yeah well, we don't know what happened after you left. No informants outside Chicago. We just know you shoved a few things in that car of yours and took off."
"Yeah. Ended up getting married because of it." He grinned, finally finding a way to lighten things up after all this depressing bullshit. "I'll see what I can do about letting them know the truth about thin--"
"I do not recommend that. "
"We'll worry about it later."
She sighed. "What happened to you?"
"I got chased, got married and she's pregnant. We're here to be with family."
"You brought a pregnant woman into this?!"
"Calm down!" He barked at her, but calmed himself after considering it was unnice to bark at her. "I didn't plan anything. She's safe back at the house. Being alone when she has the baby is more stupid than anything."
"I can't believe you brought her into this. What does she think about you being here?"
"She doesn't know anything. I haven't told her."
The young woman just stared.
"She's safer not knowing."
Shrug. "They may not care about her. Some extremists may.. but for the most part you're right, she's safe at home."
"Have you gotten out? Have you found people to help you rather than.. ?"
"No and no. I'm trying but he's making it harder and harder.. Talking to you probably shouldn't have happened but I'm tired of being scared of everything."
It was Ramsey's turn to sigh, but he did reach down for a stray piece of lettuce off her piece of Subway paper. "I'll get you out of this, but you have to tell me you want my help." He knew how hard it was to make this decision. One couldn't force it on someone without being extremely inhumane.
"I want out. I've been trying everything to get out, but I just.. I can't.."
Reaching out, he held onto her hand, which was dwarfed easily under his. "I promised I would.. I just.."
"I know."
Touching her cheek, more like a brother to a sister, he smiled. Getting up, he grabbed two sandwiches and sat down with her to eat his meal. Pizza tomorrow, then.