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001 VIDEO LIST ONE

[The screen switches on, revealing a face caked in dirt, covered in dust, streaked with sweat, and smeared with blood. A pair of troubled, if clear, blue eyes look out from it, and then there's a shake of the head, followed by a swirl of long, messy blonde hair – underneath all the grime, the new arrival's a female. She gives a bright smile, the sight slightly disarming on such a gritty face.]

Hi. [Her voice cracks when she speaks and she coughs, then clears her throat.]

Sorry to bother you folks, but it appears I've got some new business to attend to and I'm a little out of sorts. [Her smile turns apologetic, a little self-deprecating. It might be cute if she didn't look like an adult female approximation of Peanuts' Pigpen.] If one of you would be so kind as to point me toward the showers, I'd be in your debt.

[One last thing: her voice lowers, the sparkle gone from her eyes.] Budd... If you're here, I'll find you.

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Well, that's what they say. But not everybody is? I mean, we've got just regular people too. ...not just the wardens, either.

Normal people such as? If I've heard right, correct me if I'm wrong, we're all meant to be rehabilitated from our respective crimes. Everyone's guilty of something.

Except the wardens, yeah. But I don't know what everybody did; some are pretty obvious, others...aren't.

And what about you? [Not that she doesn't have her suspicions, but maybe he fits into the second definition more than the first.] What are you in for?

Um.

[...things...? B may have some silence and shifty looks.]

I helped rob a bank. And some liquor stores. And killed some people.

[And...other things which he will never admit guilt for any time soon because they weren't his fault, dammit.]

What about you?

Huh. [Not surprising but not exactly what she suspected either. B wonders if that's the "I'm in the triple digits" killed some people or the "it was an accident" killed some people. She decides the truth is probably somewhere in between.]

I killed someone. This bitch I used to work with got between me and my ex. [Which is technically true. Vernita, B thinks, is probably a big reason she's here. Her battle with O-Ren had been fair, though bloody. Good old Copperhead had beaten her near to death and tried to bushwhack her but did that excuse killing her in front of her daughter?]

[...tending towards "irrational overreaction" killed some people but hey. The whole...prison thing tends to put a damper on that.]

Well shit.

[Color him impressed. Or something.]

[The prison thing may be necessary but it definitely isn't flattering either of them. He sounds interested and she quickly changes the subject, not wanting to share any further details. Always better to get them on other people.]

What'd you say your name was?

...I didn't. But it's Richie.

[Have a winning smile here.

...and by "winning" we of course mean "deceptively innocent". Do not trust it, B, no matter what meds he's on.]

I'll remember it. [Though not necessarily fondly, and that smile does nothing to assuage her doubts about him.] Anyway. Thanks for sharing, Richie.

Yeah, sure, no problem.

...I didn't get your name though.

[There's absolutely no reason to tell the truth.]

Beth.

Edited 2012-06-10 02:25 (UTC)

[Sure, and he doesn't suspect anything amiss. Which helps.]

Nice to meet you, Beth.

It'd normally be nicer. You'll have to excuse me, I'm not exactly at my best right now.

That's okay. I wasn't really in the greatest mood when I first got here either.

[Mostly because he was panicking because he couldn't find his brother but that is...not the point.]

Can't blame you for that. How many inmates show up with trauma?

Well...none of 'em. The Admiral fixes everybody when they get here.

Fixes them enough.

So they're not bleeding all over the place or anything, yeah.

[He rubs the back of his neck absently, fingers running over the healed-over scars from his own untimely demise before he drops his hand.]

I mean...depends on how you die as to how much you get.

He's got that kind of ability?

[This admiral was getting more interesting by the minute. Her gaze zeroes in on his hand, noticing the placement and making a note of it. Stab wound, maybe? When she meets him in person she'll be better able to guess what left the scars.]

Oh, yeah. Um. People don't die here. I mean, they do, but he brings them back if someone asks.

[She wouldn't have to guess. Ask about it and he'd be more than happy to share, if not launch into a very put-out explanation of how it happened and why it was unfair and probably more besides. It's a story he was all too happy to share with anyone who would listen his first month or so.]

They don't – now that's an interesting turn of events. [That eases the pain of thinking she's dead, at least; it can't get any worse. Of course, she'll still have to test this theory. ...B sure isn't great with the taking people at their word, is she?]

Edited 2012-06-10 17:28 (UTC)

...Unless it's a port, anyway. Or a breach. Then you have to wait until it's over.

[...or if someone hides your body and nobody finds it for a week. That happens too.]

A breach? This ship's susceptible to that?

[Just like in Star Trek. Now that's a comforting thought.]

...not like spaceship breaches. Other worlds invade and shit, it's not like we get pirates or anything.

[Well. Except for that time they did?]

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