"Well, you could tell me to leave, but I'd have to disappoint."
(As if he'd read her mind?—or body language?—or the situation just spoke the same to them both.)
Giving up on his wrist, he bumped his back to the wall and sat on the floor. "Okay. I'm 429. In for theft but, you know, not really. What else do you want?"
Maybe it's because he was able to, you know, pick up what she was putting down? Maybe it's that. Maybe he reminds her of the kind of kids she used to run with, though he's not exactly a kid - they're of an age if she had to guess. Maybe she doesn't want to be reminded, but maybe that's better than beating the shit out of someone who (probably) doesn't deserve it.
A lot of maybes. Few certainties.
"This place is full of disappointments, so..."
She trails off, looking past the bars, and then back to him as he moves. The moment his ass hits the floor, she'll lower her fists, head tilting just a fraction before she shrugs and leans against the wall. Not sitting, not yet.
"...well, 429, I'm 516. Only not really. Name's Vi."
Fuck their numbers. She's graven it into her cheek, and if they don't like it? Well, "fuck them" is always the tune. And she doesn't say what she wants. That's ...nah, not giving that up just yet.
"So what'd you steal? Or not steal. Wrong place at the wrong time, or..."
(A name doesn't define you, not always. Not as if the Undercity isn't rife with aliases, right? What you attach to the name, if you make good on your word - that's what really matters.)
Huh. It takes her a moment, unsure at first if he's trying to catch her with wordplay, but it's not a riddle - it's ...yeah. That's a thing you can steal if you think about it the right way. "So you're a fast talker with fast hands. I can see it, I gue---."
A storm flickering - shadows of memories and a hard-swallow as her breath catches. "Shimmer. You stole it from Silco?" Not letting an answer in, as her thoughts race to fill in the blanks with the worst possible scenario - and one that's familiar enough that it isn't too far of a reach. "How'd you do that and still stay alive? You work for him? Is that why you're in here?"
There was no transition: no process of getting to his feet. He was just sitting, then he was standing. He spat the ground between them. “I do not work for him.” …well, sure, being in here possibly more evidence of that.
“Something from you, now. Who are you to just like that say that name?”
That kind of movement's impressive - she's done her fair share of it, and it's been a long time since she's seen it mirrored like that. He's quick to bristle at the suggestion, too. That's ...something.
"It's a regular revolving door of whoever comes in here to beat the shit out of me, half of which are probably on Silco's payroll, so I make sure to tell 'em to thank their master for me. I spend a lot of time saying 'fuck Silco', and it's never not worth it."
The slow flex of fingers before curling into a fist - but no further movement.
"That enough for you, Doran? Or ...do you want something else?"
He shakes his head, slow and heavy. "That's enough. Sorry."
He doesn't raise his palms to her but they are open where they hang. He shuffles back into the wall. When he speaks, info freely given is a peace offering. "It's Silco's cronies put me here. They wanna know what I did with the shimmer. I told them outright. They don't believe me. I'm in here until I 'tell the truth'. So… y'know. If I can get a better idea than waiting for them to accept it… but spreading the truth is kinda the point."
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Date: 2024-02-29 03:46 am (UTC)(As if he'd read her mind?—or body language?—or the situation just spoke the same to them both.)
Giving up on his wrist, he bumped his back to the wall and sat on the floor. "Okay. I'm 429. In for theft but, you know, not really. What else do you want?"
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Date: 2024-02-29 04:09 am (UTC)A lot of maybes. Few certainties.
"This place is full of disappointments, so..."
She trails off, looking past the bars, and then back to him as he moves. The moment his ass hits the floor, she'll lower her fists, head tilting just a fraction before she shrugs and leans against the wall. Not sitting, not yet.
"...well, 429, I'm 516. Only not really. Name's Vi."
Fuck their numbers. She's graven it into her cheek, and if they don't like it? Well, "fuck them" is always the tune. And she doesn't say what she wants. That's ...nah, not giving that up just yet.
"So what'd you steal? Or not steal. Wrong place at the wrong time, or..."
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Date: 2024-02-29 08:18 pm (UTC)“You?”
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Date: 2024-03-01 02:51 am (UTC)Huh. It takes her a moment, unsure at first if he's trying to catch her with wordplay, but it's not a riddle - it's ...yeah. That's a thing you can steal if you think about it the right way. "So you're a fast talker with fast hands. I can see it, I gue---."
A storm flickering - shadows of memories and a hard-swallow as her breath catches. "Shimmer. You stole it from Silco?" Not letting an answer in, as her thoughts race to fill in the blanks with the worst possible scenario - and one that's familiar enough that it isn't too far of a reach. "How'd you do that and still stay alive? You work for him? Is that why you're in here?"
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Date: 2024-03-01 03:16 am (UTC)“Something from you, now. Who are you to just like that say that name?”
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Date: 2024-03-01 03:29 am (UTC)"It's a regular revolving door of whoever comes in here to beat the shit out of me, half of which are probably on Silco's payroll, so I make sure to tell 'em to thank their master for me. I spend a lot of time saying 'fuck Silco', and it's never not worth it."
The slow flex of fingers before curling into a fist - but no further movement.
"That enough for you, Doran? Or ...do you want something else?"
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Date: 2024-03-15 10:06 pm (UTC)He doesn't raise his palms to her but they are open where they hang. He shuffles back into the wall. When he speaks, info freely given is a peace offering. "It's Silco's cronies put me here. They wanna know what I did with the shimmer. I told them outright. They don't believe me. I'm in here until I 'tell the truth'. So… y'know. If I can get a better idea than waiting for them to accept it… but spreading the truth is kinda the point."