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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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In my cabin, which is as close as I'm going to get. [Home. There wasn't a home to go back to. And if this guy thinks he can win her sympathy with a premature burial story, he's wrong, but at least he catches her interest.] It's not a party at any rate. How'd you survive?

I didn't.

...That's normally how you end up here. You die.

...So you're telling me I'm dead.

[There's a spasm of emotion across his face but it's gone.]

I'm not saying anything. I'm stating a common act.

[That look that passes through his eyes puts her on her guard, making her wary.]

There are exceptions to that rule?

...I honestly couldn't tell you. I wish I could. But it'd be up to your warden to try and figure that kind of thing out. I just-

Shit I fucking knew. If you don't remember dying you're not dead.

I have to wait until I get my very own warden to find out if I'm alive?

[One thing's for sure, though – she remembered getting shot full of rock salt and drugged, trussed up and thrown in a coffin, buried alive and even fighting her way out of it, but she never had that moment of complete despair, of knowing she was done for.] Assuming you're right about that... I got out, now I'm here.

Edited 2012-06-10 05:09 (UTC)

The admiral thinks you're worthy of a second chance. [Is there a note of bitterness there? amusement? Some sort of other emotion?] He thinks you have something to live for.

[Whatever it is, she's curious. Beatrix tilts her head, studying him.] Yeah, I know. I was in the middle of pursuing it when this place reeled me in like a trout. [And she's just waiting for someone to try and gut her like one.]

I was buried alive for two months in a hell hole. More then prepared to die. What were you after?

Christ. [That had to fucking hurt; there's not a lot more she can say about that. At least she'd only been underground for a matter of minutes.]

Seeing that someone got what they deserved.

[Hoffman laughs. It's sharp and sudden. He stares at her and there's no amusement, just understanding.]

Did they get it?

Almost.

[For a second there's the slightest hint of a smile. She and this Hoffman have something in common, even if she doubts they'll ever discuss it. Then as suddenly as it appeared, it's gone.]

[He straightens. And his gaze fills with something akin to pity.] They must have taken something important.

[Her smile is bitter.] Damn right they did.

[Something about that smile makes him pause. They took his honor, and his life-but he gave that up willingly. This...this isn't giving it up. She didn't make a mistake. She was robbed.

He looks conflicted.]

...is there anything else I can get for you. Sort of a weapon. If you want alcohol or anything like that.

[Robbed of everything, yes. Of her daughter and any chance of being a mother, of her chosen life, of her revenge. But the offer makes B's lip twitch in mild amusement.]

Give me a few minutes and I won't say no to a strong drink.

[He had to face it sooner or later. The pub. He gives her directions to the pub and he'll be sitting here-uneasy and uneasy and uneasy.]

[When Beatrix shows up some fifteen minutes later she's been scrubbed pink, her hair clean but still wet as she joins him at the pub. She has no intention of starting any trouble, even less intention of telling her story. This is just a drink, just getting to know what she's dealing with.]

You saved me a spot? That deserves thanks, Mr. Hoffman.

Edited 2012-06-11 02:34 (UTC)

[Hoffman waves a hand in response. However his tonage is a little confused.] ...You...were hurt. Saving a spot's the least I could do.

[He gestures to the opposite seat] What's your poison?

Ah-ah. [She shakes her head as she takes the seat opposite him.] Not hurt, just shaken up. Which reminds me. If there's a good one to be had, I'd kill for a martini right about now.

Edited 2012-06-11 03:50 (UTC)

[Hoffman studies her] Appletini, straight martini, take anything special in it?

Straight's fine. Hard to improve on a classic.

Never met a woman who drank a martini.

[It's worth noting that it takes a moment for Hoffman to get said drink. There's some gesturing and pointing on Hoffman's part and then Hoffman's sliding back looking mildly annoyed.]

...It'll be a warden's responsibility to let you in here, but...new and scraped either way a drink's the least I could do.

[Hoffman for his part has a can of soda.]

Too the barge. [He raises it in a toast] Good fucking luck.

Well, you probably never met another barefoot woman dressed in a flowerbed's worth of dirt either.

[She watches him as he fetches the drink, catching the slight look of frustration on his face, and when Hoffman comes back she gives him a small smile.] I should thank you again then. You'd hardly have to invite me in.

[And the smile grows as she taps her glass against his soda can and he toasts.] To the barge. May you never have to deal with me professionally.

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