[BACKDATED] Visiting Hours Are Up!

[socialinking]

Characters: Souji Seta and Vriska.
Location: Where Vriska is being held.
Rating: PG-13
Time: Morning of the 31st.
Description: A meeting and some small talk.

Comments

IDK what the last thread contained so um. I BSed hardcore.

[visioneightfold]

Vriska lay staring at the ceiling, her long, thick black hair spread out over the cot like a dark wave of shadows. She wasn't focusing on anything--or rather, through anything, her gaze fixed senselessly on a single spot somewhere far distant of the actual ceiling, her thoughts elsewhere. She had plenty to think about, all of it afflicted, rotted through with holes and resentment. Despair hovered on sidelines, menacing the edges of her emotional awareness.

Fuck them.

The sound of the door, however, jerked her out of her reverie, and she sat up sharply, tense and rigid; the unfamiliarity of her visitor--a human?--only made her more suspicious.

His intentions may have been benign, but Vriska wasn't buying any of it.

[socialinking]

At least she didn't look like she was crazy. Or really, any of the things he may have been told; she had certainly been painted in a much different light then she probably was, and Souji had expected that.

He just waited for a moment, taking his hands out of his pockets and looking at her like he would anyone else. She wasn't different after all.

"Hello."

[visioneightfold]

Vriska stared at him, her expression marked with mingled suspicion and disbelief, as though he had perhaps begun to sprout extra noses out of the centre of his face--or he'd done something really stupid. The words that came out of her mouth, however, just sounded... well, almost confused, but also deeply cynical. She wasn't really sure what this human was doing here.

That pause on his part only deepened her antipathy.

"Did you want something?"

[socialinking]

"My name is Souji Seta. I came to talk to you," He said, tilting his head slightly to take in her expression. He wasn't sure if she knew who he was or not; but maybe it would help saying what he wanted?

Not that he was sure what he wanted anyway. Just to talk.

Explanation of WHY comes next tag.

[visioneightfold]

Vriska just looked at him. She didn't really have the strength or stamina any more to be truly angry at his presumption, at the sheer gall it took to even come here, but she chafed, aware enough of his nerve, and paranoia provided the rest.

Her scowl set, eight eyes reflecting back into his two just how unimpressed she is.

She'd seen him on the networks. She'd seen him in person a few times too.

Knowing who he was made absolutely no difference in how much she trusted him.

In fact, if anything, she trusted him less.