It’s Quiet, you know? || Scott & Nathan
“You would know then - how much trouble have you gotten into since I last spoke with you?” He nudged his friend, eyebrows raising. It had been a while, he thought, since he had seen a few people, Scott being one of them. Nathan had to frown at his friend’s mention, head tilted as he asked, “Which guard was it then? If we find their room, maybe we can get them back?”
“Uh…Well, I might have gotten into quite a bit, but nothing to serious, you know?” He laughed, obviously not seeing his growing misdemeanors as a problem. Scott thought for a moment, trying to think of the guard who had confiscated his stuff. He finally spoke up and said, “I think his name was Greg or something with a G, that’s what Billie thinks at least..”
“Sounds like an ‘everything and nothing’ situation, to be honest.” He thought, laughing at the mischief Scott had been getting into lately and trying to imagine some of it. Of course the only thing he could picture was the man attempting to steal something simply, like a pair of shoes or maybe some candy. “Greg? Uhh, hmm, I can’t actually think of a guard that’s name Greg, to be honest. Did Billie mix the names up?” He had learned a while ago to hold back his reflex of blinking whenever Billie was mentioned.
It’s Quiet, you know? || Scott & Nathan
Scott was sneaking his way to the room where all of the guards usually hung out, something had been taken from him and he new where it would probably be. He heard Nathan ask a question and stopped, turning to face him, “Uh…the big fat one?” He laughed, being now acquainted with most of the guards because of his mischievousness ways.
Nathan scratched behind his ear when Scott answered seeing as he hadn’t even realized who he was talking to. It made it a little easier since he knew who it was and wouldn’t have to look stupid while he explained himself. “There’s a big fat one?” His memory of the guards faces were fuzzy and he squinted as though it would show him one. “Probably. He was the dirty looking one, actually- What are you doing?”
“Yeah..” He thought about if for a moment and then laughed, smiling at his friends comment, “There’s actually a lot of big fat ones around here. But we might be talking about a different one then..” Scott gave him a small nod before shoving his hands in his pocket, “I’m taking back what’s mine, one of the guards confiscated some of my stuff..” A slight frown appeared on his face.
“You would know then - how much trouble have you gotten into since I last spoke with you?” He nudged his friend, eyebrows raising. It had been a while, he thought, since he had seen a few people, Scott being one of them. Nathan had to frown at his friend’s mention, head tilted as he asked, “Which guard was it then? If we find their room, maybe we can get them back?”
It’s Quiet, you know? || Scott & Nathan
Because of his lack of attention towards the entire asylum the past couple of days while he caught up on his sleep, Nathan ventured into the hallways slowly, taking care to look all the details over. Since when had he been interested in doing that? Never before had he given a damn about the events inside here, but the quietness as of late had bothered him more than he would like to admit.
His mind was preoccupied and he paid no attention to where he was going, having walked into a few people already as he finally tore his attention away from the scenery of the asylum towards the staff members walking back and forth. “Is that Edgar bloke on duty right now?” He asked the nearest person to him, coming to a stop as he realized he wouldn’t see the guard by walking back and forth in complete silence.
One jump ahead || Nathan
“Well I..uhm.” Tabitha shook her head. “N-Not really.” She looked back at him and laughed a little, turning her attention out of the window now. “I-Isn’t it pr-pretty out there today?” The sun was shining and it looked really warm so she wondered why more people weren’t out there in the sun. “Is it true?” Her attention shifted back to Nathan.
“That Jennifer Stark killed the inspector? Why would she do that? She seemed so… sweet.” What she didn’t know what it had been a complete accident but then again no one put Jennifer knew that.
“I thought so,” Nathan laughed at her response, still looking at the television in an attempt to see past the crowd. He wished he some sort of selective seeing, though he imagined that could end badly with him seeing nothing at all so perhaps not? Either way, something like that would help. Before his thoughts could get scattered, he shifted to glance out the window at her mention of outside. “I guess you could say that. Looks the same as it always does really,” he replied slowly then blinking.
“Well, it would certainly explain a lot if she did. Honestly, I didn’t peg her for the type to kill someone though,” he admitted, scratching his jaw. This subject was difficult for him to think on, mainly because he had biased relief at himself not taking the girl’s place. “Have you spoken to her before then?”
“N-No, I ha-hadn’t but I h-had seen her a-around she just d-didn’t seem the type, looked l-like a sweet girl. B-But then a-again I look n-nice, b-but turn n-nasty when y-you’re on the w-wrong side of me.” She was, of course referring to the whole shoving and breaking someones back that got her locked up in here.
“L-Looks are deceiving.” She pointed to herself and gave him a grin. “L-Like moi f-for example, I aint n-no meanie pants, s-she provoked me.”
“I haven’t met her either, but I have seen her too - she really doesn’t look like the type. Doesn’t have the eyes, you know?” Tabitha wouldn’t he guessed, but he said as much anyway. “Most people have a different glint in their eyes when they kill someone,” he added on so his sentence made a little sense and holding back laughter at her reference to having a bad side.
“Yes, yes they are,” he agreed, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back against the window sill. “I would think you’d have dealt with it your whole life, how come this one girl got to you?” Nathan asked her curiously.
One jump ahead || Nathan
“Well I..uhm.” Tabitha shook her head. “N-Not really.” She looked back at him and laughed a little, turning her attention out of the window now. “I-Isn’t it pr-pretty out there today?” The sun was shining and it looked really warm so she wondered why more people weren’t out there in the sun. “Is it true?” Her attention shifted back to Nathan.
“That Jennifer Stark killed the inspector? Why would she do that? She seemed so… sweet.” What she didn’t know what it had been a complete accident but then again no one put Jennifer knew that.
“I thought so,” Nathan laughed at her response, still looking at the television in an attempt to see past the crowd. He wished he some sort of selective seeing, though he imagined that could end badly with him seeing nothing at all so perhaps not? Either way, something like that would help. Before his thoughts could get scattered, he shifted to glance out the window at her mention of outside. “I guess you could say that. Looks the same as it always does really,” he replied slowly then blinking.
“Well, it would certainly explain a lot if she did. Honestly, I didn’t peg her for the type to kill someone though,” he admitted, scratching his jaw. This subject was difficult for him to think on, mainly because he had biased relief at himself not taking the girl’s place. “Have you spoken to her before then?”
One jump ahead || Nathan
“W-W-With very limited l-l-ladies not wanting s-s-sex with crazy men, I-I-I-I will not be s-s-s-s-surprised if half of these l-l-left after it to go to their rooms.” She sat back and put her arms over her chest before giving him a grin. “H-H-How have you been N-N-Nathan? Kissed a-a-anyone else and s-s-shattered my heart?” Tabitha acted all overdramatic but giggled at the end.
She might have not seen him for a while she did consider him as a friend and hoped that didn’t seem… well, creepy to him. Dropping her hands back onto her thighs, she fiddled with her pants before glancing over her shoulder again, wondering who she would root for.
“That’s still rude to say - and you’re, again, making assumptions about this,” Nathan pointed out to her with a shrug. “I’m pretty sure that bloke and that one are trying to watch it.” As he said this, he lifted his hand to point the people out and then dropped his hand, deciding he wouldn’t further argue with her on this point. “I’ve been fine and no, I’ve not kissed anyone else - I might point out that you were the one who kissed me so I should return the question to you.” He wouldn’t be heartbroken.
Her movement made him as confused as her expression and he raised his brow at her questionably, hoping for an explanation for that. “Can you even see the television from here?” He asked as she glanced over her shoulder, tilting his head and squinting to look at the television himself. There were too many people for him to see anything useful aside from a flash hear or there.
One jump ahead || Nathan
The Olympics were on. It wasn’t hard to miss them, not when the television was surrounded by people in an attempt to get a peek at the clothes the women were wearing - the gymnastics, he assumed, but as he hadn’t been following the whole event in the first place he could hardly figure it out without going to check - and he was too comfortable on the window seat to bother doing that.
As though speaking of his comfort, he shifted so he could face Tabitha more comfortably, a small shrug for an answer. Nathan realized that wouldn’t be very reassuring so gestured to the seat, “Go ahead, but I don’t know why you asked. You sat down in the seat anyway,” he pointed out with a short chuckle.
Tabitha shrugged in the same way that he had and laughed a bit. “W-w-well at least I-I-I asked in the f-f-fir-first place.” She glanced over her shoulder at the TV. “T-The one time I-I want to w-w-watch something a-and I get bombarded w-w-with men wanting t-t-to drool over th-these women.”
She had been a fan of sports like this before she came here and had been looking forward to watching some of the events on the TV. “W-What’s the bet when t-the mens o-one comes on th-there w-wont be as m-many people a-around it?”
Nathan raised a brow, then shrugged again. She was right about that one, she could have just sat down and not even asked - or maybe asking was the only thing she could think of to say. He thought that was going around, people’s inability to think of things to say or maybe that was just him? Either way.. “That’s pretty rude to think. Honestly, go find another television or pick better times to watch television then?”
“You’d be surprised - a lot of the men around here want to watch it. You’re just making assumption that the lot of them just want to wank off. Unlikely though, most probably do, but they are interested.” Nathan had a feeling they would move back and relax a little more once the women weren’t on the screen. Poor, sex deprived people, he would think too.
One jump ahead || Nathan
Someone had managed to get a sports channel on the TV so quite a few people were gathered around it to watch the womens Gymnastics for the 2012 London Olympics, of course, most of these were men and Tabitha did a quick head count, six of them gathered around that TV, drooling over the tight costumes and the legs on show. She rolled her eyes at a passing comment between them, did they really not wank themselves to oblivion already?
With a small tut, Tabitha got herself up and pushed her way through the crowd of men before stumbling out at the other side, deciding to go and sit at the window, plonking herself down in the seat there next to a familiar face. “M-Mind if I sit here?” She glanced over and gave him a smile.
The Olympics were on. It wasn’t hard to miss them, not when the television was surrounded by people in an attempt to get a peek at the clothes the women were wearing - the gymnastics, he assumed, but as he hadn’t been following the whole event in the first place he could hardly figure it out without going to check - and he was too comfortable on the window seat to bother doing that.
As though speaking of his comfort, he shifted so he could face Tabitha more comfortably, a small shrug for an answer. Nathan realized that wouldn’t be very reassuring so gestured to the seat, “Go ahead, but I don’t know why you asked. You sat down in the seat anyway,” he pointed out with a short chuckle.
Annoyance and Booze || Aaron
“I don’t know if you remember but I have amnesia, I have a good reason for not remembering anything.” Aaron tutted, he honestly didn’t remember the other two times and scratched his head a little before shrugging. “What the hell are you doing?” He raised a brow and took a drink from the bottle before wandering over and having a peek into the drawer before raising a brow.
“I’m not the one with Amnesia, of course I remember. I just expected it to be less so considering this conversation took place about ten, fifteen minutes ago.” Nathan replied, ignoring the tut and shrugged since it appeared Aaron didn’t remember them. “Looking for the key I pinched off one of the guards,” he answered distractedly, tugging through the many items in the drawer - mainly unopened packages of chips, broken items he had found interesting at some point, and a pair of new shoes oddly enough.
Annoyance and Booze || Aaron
“Unlikely, I’ve not pissed off any of the ghosts as of late and why take it out on me whatever you did to ruin their non-living lives?” Nathan mused to himself and then shook his head at him. “Are you just saying that because I have this or because you are a sarcastic arse?” He questioned, brow raised as Aaron sniffed the bottle.
“I generally do, but they’ve been checking my room as of late and so I had to find another place to put it after the Adrian bloke found it. Best place to put it where I would know it went missing.” He pointed out to him, finding it unlikely Aaron would find a place to hide it since Nathan had done so plenty times before. Was it arrogance that said he was a shade better? Probably…
“You do realise they’ll still do it for shits and giggles right?” Aaron raised a brow at him and nodded his head a bit. “I see I see, yeah, they’ve been poking around my room a lot more lately too but now our names are clear and they figured out whodunit I think we’ll be fine.” Or so he thought, Aaron knew that he had pissed off several guards over the last few weeks so that would probably come back to haunt him.
“We may as well make the best of the time we have left before we get the shit beaten out of us… now where are your cigarettes?”
“Obviously, but I’m kind of hoping they won’t and will just go after whatever you love instead,” Nathan commented to him, moving to the other side of the room to shuffle through his drawers. “Uh… they did? I could have sworn ten minutes ago you were bitching about them catching him soon so you wouldn’t have to deal with them,” he said, brow raised as he stopped rummaging through the drawers of miscellanious items.
“You’re thick and an idiot. I told you, I don’t have any cigarettes - twice,” he replied, shaking his head.
Nathan Booth || 37 || Relocated from a remote prison off some island
Nathan believed that he should have just been born a superhero. Nobody was going to do their job, so he would do it himself. Never send somebody out to do a job you can do yourself after all. Now if only he could get it through his head that he's average like the rest.
