[Event 02] Prison Visit

[xmurderhewrotex]

Richard had nothing better to do than sleep. It wasn't the first time in his life he'd been behind bars, and he daydreamed; there was a fight in Birmingham, and he'd whipped out his gun and shot a man who'd insulted his Ma. But this was Richard. He was not a healthy, normal person: he treated everyone as it occured to him to do so.

He'd raced away

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[sickle_crystal]

Appreciate it, mister.

*She gives the deputy a polite nod before ghosting over to Richard. She's wearing a blank expression as her nearly closed eyes gaze at the criminal behind bars.*

You are that man who held the gun to my head, am I correct? Hopefully my poor eyesight has granted me enough vision to remember who my attacker was.

*Subtle hint hint nudge nudge there, Richard.*

[xmurderhewrotex]

*Snore. Snore. Snore.

*Well, Richard doesn't snore, but he does sleep. And that's what he's doing right now. Snore.*

[sickle_crystal]

...

*Ataraxy already expected this to happen and came fully prepared. Sighing, she reaches into her pocket and removes a small rock she found off the side of the road. Actually, she has a couple of them just incase she misses the first time or Richard is impervious to pain.

Richard, a rock has just pelted your neck, just below your Adam's apple. She had been aiming for your forehead, but well... eyesight problems, remember?*

[xmurderhewrotex]

*Richard awoke without remembering his dream. He remembered waking up on the floor once, and that his body had been stiff as anything. He rubs his throat, feeling sore and somewhat unable to breathe. He looks around and sees a girl standing outside.*

*He reaches for his glasses. Oh, -that- girl. He sits up and affects an air of calmness. This could be interesting.*

Do you want something?

[sickle_crystal]

*Ataraxy stops mid-throw just as she's about to chuck another rock at Richard. She lowers her arm. He'll notice she has a good dozen rocks in her hand, all ready to be used to harass you with.

She purses her lips, vaguely irritated that she would have to repeat herself again. But screw snarky introductions, she decides. She'll get to the may point.*

Why did you want to kill me?

[xmurderhewrotex]

*Richard pushes his glasses up.*

If I were to plan your demise, you'd have been dead long ago. You don't seem to understand. There's no point explaining.

[sickle_crystal]

*Being belittled by a crazy man wasn't on her to-do list today.*

... I'll rephrase this - which priest fucked you up when you were a child? Because psychopaths don't just come into making by the devil's whim.

[xmurderhewrotex]

*Richard's heard worse. He feels like being jovial and saying "oh, Father James of course" but knows it would cause gossip neither of them wanted to hear. So what feeling, he wondered. He wanted to be calm today.*

No. No. I didn't know many priests. *He looked up.* Truthfully, I haven't given it much thought.