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exsiliumlogs2013-12-07 01:44 pm
alittlesweptup) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-12-07 01:44 pm
[closed] I'm not in the swing of things
Date & Time: 12/7, morning
Location: West Wing housing corridor
Characters: Detainees and their assigned babysitters
Summary: The mutineers (+1 Jesse Pinkman) are released and given into the custody of their respective parole officers.
Warning: ~*~FEELINGSSSSSSS~*~ (daddy issues) and probably some foul language because when is that not a thing.
Notes: Catch-all for cr building if you care to use it, though don't feel obligated to tag here if you'd prefer to do things differently. If you haven't been assigned a parole officer or vice versa yet, no worries - back tagging into infinity will probably be a thing. (Additional Note: I personally fully endorse shameless threadjacking fwiw)
[The morning of the seventh, three weeks from the start of the mutiny and nearly as long since the beginning of most of the detainee's stint in police custody, finds them being officially released into the hands of their willing parole officers. There's no real paperwork, no moment where anyone gets their handcuffs taken off. Confiscated personal belongings are returned, but that's about the extent of anything resembling police formality; everything else probably seems strangely abbreviated (and maybe more than a little anticlimactic) for anyone familiar with how this sort of thing usually goes.]
Location: West Wing housing corridor
Characters: Detainees and their assigned babysitters
Summary: The mutineers (+1 Jesse Pinkman) are released and given into the custody of their respective parole officers.
Warning: ~*~FEELINGSSSSSSS~*~ (daddy issues) and probably some foul language because when is that not a thing.
Notes: Catch-all for cr building if you care to use it, though don't feel obligated to tag here if you'd prefer to do things differently. If you haven't been assigned a parole officer or vice versa yet, no worries - back tagging into infinity will probably be a thing. (Additional Note: I personally fully endorse shameless threadjacking fwiw)
[The morning of the seventh, three weeks from the start of the mutiny and nearly as long since the beginning of most of the detainee's stint in police custody, finds them being officially released into the hands of their willing parole officers. There's no real paperwork, no moment where anyone gets their handcuffs taken off. Confiscated personal belongings are returned, but that's about the extent of anything resembling police formality; everything else probably seems strangely abbreviated (and maybe more than a little anticlimactic) for anyone familiar with how this sort of thing usually goes.]
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Chloe glances away, settling her eyes off on the crowds instead while the pad of her thumb coasts the line of that thick scar running the length of Charlie's neck. The smile's gone when she looks back a few beats later.]
It's him.
[Bloody killjoy.]
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The exchange causes his easy smile to break in a bit of an awkward wince, but he covers it up by crossing the distance he's put between the group and himself. Laugh it off, Nate. Only because if he doesn't, he might just crack. At this point, everything still feels like a really bad dream.]
If I'm a bad joke, then what does that make Charlie's thrift shop jacket?
[Nate reaches back to rub behind his neck in what seems to be a natural gesture, but also tugs on the cord tied there to subtly pull the ring out from under his shirt, letting it rest in plain sight.
He stops a few feet from them, only flicking his eyes between the two lovebirds for a moment before letting them settle on Victor.]
Hey Chief.
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God, they could have given him just a little bit of warning. There's no way they didn't know.
And even though, mad as he is, he doesn't think she's lying, he can't bring himself to really believe it either. Keeps his eyes firmly on Chloe because he's not sure he wants to see the evidence written all over this guy's face.
Still, he can't ignore him, not forever at least. So he forces himself to turn his head, in time to catch the end of Nate's gesture, the little silver ring settling over his shirt. And Sully's seen it often enough. Had a tendency to fiddle with it. Victor swore one day he'd rub the words right off of it.]
You cut your hair. It looks like shit.
[There's no bite in it at all. But he still can't quite bring himself to meet Nate's eyes, or spend too much time looking at him. Because he's too different. Or too similar. Both maybe. Neither one is comforting right now.]
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Its a bit hypocritical, considering Nate himself can't quite keep his facade in place. He was never very good at it to start with. But Nate had the warning -- he knew what to expect, even if he hadn't quite been fully prepared to see it in the flesh.]
Look on the bright side. At least I'm not bald. No offense, Charlie.
[Nate's eyes also drop away from Sully, and move over to Charlie. Which is, of course, code for "God, get the attention off of me please". If the subtle crack in his voice didn't already beg for a change of subject, he didn't know what did. His hand stays behind his head, worrying at the hair on his neck to the point that he's not sure if he's about to scratch his skin open or not.]
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So he clears his throat, glancing between the pair of them.]
None taken, mate.
[--and shifts his hand to pat Chloe on the thigh.] Take pity on my back, darling. Your bum at eye level's likely giving everyone else a little trouble as well.
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Good point. [Chloe shifts abruptly, pressing out of his grasp and dropping to the floor before pulling her t-shirt back down across the lower half of her spine.] Ought to be going, anyway. The longer I take getting set up the more likely Roslyn is to think I'm up to something again.
Catch you lads later. [It's not really a smile that she flashes (no teeth, not even a significant pull at the corner of her mouth) as she sets off towards the end of the hallway. One pat on the arm for Charlie in lieu of anything either formal or more significant.]
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[He manages to keep his tone light. It almost sounds normal, even if it was unfair. The g- Nate. Had stubble. Clearly hasn't learned a damn thing from Sully about the importance of a straight razor. But it was something to say. Which is good, because after that he can't really think of anything, not when Chloe peels herself off of Charlie, and not when she tears herself away from them. But he knows he'll regret it later, so before she's totally out of earshot he comes up with something.]
You owe me a drink.
[It was a small price to pay for this. Although he gets the feeling he's missing something here. He'd turned down the temperature when he realized what they'd sprung on him, but Chloe'd been more chilly than that. Another goddamn mystery.
Speaking of-] How old are you?
[It's a very direct question. Not the first time he's asked it, wouldn't be the last. He could probably figure it out on his own, but while he's managing to get his voice easier and his shoulders less tense, he still can't bring himself to study him very closely.]
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While he's stewing about that (because he's not desperate enough to pick a fight with her by saying something verbally about it), he catches Sully's question a little off guard. His hand falls back to his side, thumb awkwardly stationing itself in his pocket before he looks back to answer him.]
Uh.
[...give him a second. He's a linguist, not a mathematician.]
Thirty-three, give or take.
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But, looking between the two, it doesn't seem like that's going to change any time soon and mediating this awkwardness? Not actually at the top of his priority list right now (or ever if he's got the option).]
Well. [He's not half as smooth at this as Chloe.] I can see the both of you have some catching up to do. And I ought to see a man about a coat.
[He shoots Nate a sidelong glance - good luck, bro - before he takes a full step back and then turns on his heel.]
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Yeah, don't get lost. I'll be seeing you soon.
[It might be half a threat. But he says it cheerfully enough he doubts Charlie will catch on. He's sure that by the time he makes it to the planet he won't feel the way he does now but he can't tell which direction he'll go. Not yet.
And then they're alone.]
He's probably right for once.
[Still he hesitates. He would have to fill Nate in one what happened since the got here (assuming Charlie and Chloe did a shit job), and Nate would have to tell him- hell. Everything. But he isn't ready for that, not right now.]
We're going to need a lot of hooch, kid. [He doesn't bother to keep the sigh in[ But before that I've got a date with James Bond. Raincheck?
[He's not precisely running away. He does have to meet up with Bond, figure out the game plan. Decide what to do about his clothing situation. Lots to do. Lots of not this.]
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[By the time he realizes what's happening, Charlie is already a good distance away, leaving Nate to sigh in exasperation -- maybe a touch of offense. Christ, talk about having your back.
But Sully brings him right back down to Earth with the phrase "A date with James Bond".
This place is out of control.]
Right. Yeah. I'm--supposed to be babysitting him.
[He thumbs in the direction Charlie walked off in. Somehow, this feels...hollow? Disappointing? Both? Maybe its just him.]
Raincheck is good.
[So they're both going to run away from each other then. A+ Nate. Great job with that one. Strike out with Chloe, strike out with Sully, who's next?
Disappointing was the wrong word. He's feeling like an incredible disappointment.]
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He pinches the bridge of his nose, presses the pads of his fingers against his eyebrow before pulling the hand away. Because as much as he'd like to pretend he didn't know this guy, that this wasn't his problem? The look on his face now is pretty unmistakable. And no one could say he didn't have a soft spot for hard-luck.]
Yeah. It's been a long month kid, you wouldn't believe it.
[He looks at Nate, manages a fairly convincing grin] But before that, I've got a real good question for you- We ever find the entrance to that temple? Because four days crawling through the Mexican jungle and I was starting to think that map of yours was full of shit.
[It's about the best peace offering he can manage, circumstances as they were. Besides, he wants to know. Chloe wouldn't be able to tell him that.]
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[And just like that, Nate's smile brightens again (almost pathetically). He'll take it -- the grin, the peace offering, all of it. Sure, its jarring as shit to see Sully so much younger than he's used to, but its still definitely him. Maybe a little less confident, and a lot less...scowly (though that's probably just the wrinkles), but still definitely Sully.
A chuckle finally bubbles from him, slightly sheepish at first before confidence builds in his voice.]
C'mon, what kind of question is that? Of course we found it.
[He crosses his arms smugly.]
It was full of venomous snakes and a jaguar almost took my head off, but we found it.
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[The smile is unexpected. He knows the kid's fond of him and hell, he doubts twenty years really does anything to lessen it (he's so goddamn charming how could anyone get tired of him). But the Nate he knows, on top of being short enough to ride the kiddie rides, is still- careful. Not all the time; he's warmed up, but he's-- Sully doesn't know. He's probably hiding old wounds, ones that Sully doesn't know about and doesn't bother to guess at. None of his business.
It's strange. Gratifying? A little terrifying. He hadn't exactly figured he'd spend the rest of his life paired up with a kid. Wasn't his intention when he made the offer. He'd figured Nate would hit eighteen and shake off. Maybe send him a postcard, but probably not. Staying in touch was hard in their line of work, and Sully didn't talk to the guy who got him into it.
Huh.
He pulls himself out of his head and barks out a laugh] Yeah? Well I guess we had to fall in the damn thing eventually. As for the jaguar thing, sure. Like when that bear was 'right on top of you'. [he waves his hands, all mock fear, and smiles crookedly] I'm guessing it was less 'jaguar and venomous' snakes and more 'kitten and a few garters'.
[It was easy to make fun now. Nate didn't have to know what he'd done the first time he'd seen a truly wild animal. At least not right now.]
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[And its paw was most likely as big as he was. Thinking back on it still unnerves him even now. Could he shoot a bear that big down with a pistol? Probably not. It'd still eat him alive at 33 as it would have when he was a kid.
This conversation feels almost normal, and the realization unnerves Nate as expected.]
No, it was definitely a jaguar. [A beat.] Jury's out on the snake's though. Gonna have to trust me on that one.
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Well, I'm surprised you spotted it then. Woulda had to pull your nose out of that journal for half a second.
[Jaguars were very dangerous. Quiet, nearly invisible. Didn't have even a little fear of humans. It's something to keep in mind for later. If he ever gets back there. He has to though, right? Because Nate's here now and-
Hell, science was never his strong suit.
He studied Nate for a moment, scratched absently at his finger with one of his thumbs.]
Look, I'm not kidding about the catching up thing. Scouts honor. But I've got to grab Bond before they decide I ditched him. Tell me before you ship out, alright?
[He's not sure what he's planning, yet. But he'll figure something out. He knows damn well he can't leave Nate to his own devices, there were probably bears down there.]
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[Note to self: don't let Sully near the journal. The last thing he needs is not!dad finding his tally of women.
Nate nods once in understanding. Better end it before things get awkward again.]
Don't worry about it. Go. Something tells me I'm gonna be here a while.
[He glances over his shoulder and starts to leave -- better catch up with Charlie before he and Chloe try to sneak off somewhere. He's sensing...something there.]
See you on the surface, yeah?
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[He gestures with two fingers, somewhere between a wave and a salute, and turns around just slightly too about-face to be completely relaxed.
He needed to find his ward and get the hell out of here until he worked out what he wanted to do with all of this.
And hell, Bond would probably be up for getting as drunk as Sully wanted to be right now.]