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Post by Richard Bryant on Oct 21, 2016 17:30:28 GMT -5
"Homeland Security, you say?" Richard said, taking a long sip of coffee and wondering if there was still some semblance of government left somewhere....knowing our luck, though, Richard mused, its' probably still being run by a bunch of damn Yankees. In-between bites of venison and vegetables, he asked, "Where are you originally from, Aspen? I don't mean where you were previously from, but where originally? figuring a bit of small-talk would lighten everyone's mood after a long day outside.
Post by Aspen Hekmatyar on Oct 24, 2016 20:20:36 GMT -5
"Way west of here, in Oregon. I don't have to ask where you all are from, do I?", she asked Richard and the others softly as she leaned forward over the table and started to puncture some of her food with her fork and ate it while she let her gaze alternate over the group of men she was eating with, her green eyes lingering a second on each one as if taking in the features, their expressions and guessing inwardly what they must be thinking. What did they think of an outsider, a beautiful woman at that, showing up on their doorstep and let in so easily? Richard was the one who found her, but for all they knew, he could've been forced to at gun-point before her check-up. Regardless, she was thankful to be let in, and she wasn't about to just turn on these guys, either; this is their place, after all.
Post by Richard Bryant on Oct 24, 2016 21:30:11 GMT -5
"No, ma'am," came an almost collective reply from everyone at the table - including Richard - but Mose Allison took the proverbial bait anyway. "But in case you were wondering, ma'am, most all of us here are originally from the Parchman area - the town, not the prison," he added deadpan. "Lieutenant Bryant's originally from Neshoba County--"
"Philadelphia, Mississippi, to be specific, Aspen," Richard said as Mose continued. "McAllen is from Tupelo, way up in the north of the state, while Gregor is from Clarksville and yours truly, Mose Allison, is from dear old Pass Saint Christian, right down on the Mississippi coast...what passes for it anyway," eliciting a chuckle from everyone.
Smiling, Richard looked over at Aspen and added, "Besides being my right-hand man, Mose Allison is also the resident comedian...even if his humor can be a tad off-kilter - like him, of course," grinning towards Mose as he sat there. Drinking the rest of his coffee - he was finished with his now-empty plate, he asked, "How's the food, Aspen? Good?" hoping to open her up a little more, see how she was doing.
Post by Aspen Hekmatyar on Oct 24, 2016 21:42:12 GMT -5
"Like Heaven, haven't had such a good meal in a while. I'm from a coastal city in Oregon, so I grew up near the harbor. Good fish there, and some of the finest cheese. So..around these parts, how've the scavenging been going, if there were any?" she asked kindly around the table, ignoring the objectifying glances she knew some of the inmates were casting her way from time to time while her green eyes fixed upon Richard again, allowing a small grin to cross her face upon hearing everyone's place of origin.
Post by Richard Bryant on Nov 3, 2016 0:32:17 GMT -5
"So..around these parts, how've the scavenging been going, if there were any?" she asked kindly around the table, ignoring the objectifying glances she knew some of the inmates were casting her way from time to time while her green eyes fixed upon Richard again, allowing a small grin to cross her face upon hearing everyone's place of origin.
"Scavenging's been good, ma'am," McAllen said, answering Aspen's question; as he explained the situation with their scavenging efforts, Richard looked around and motioned for one of the convict trustees to come over to them. "Another cup of coffee for me," he said, "and another cup for the guards if they want it."
"Yes, sir, Marse Richard," the trustee said; as he walked away with the lieutenant's cup, Richard took up the conversation from McAllen. "Like he said, the scavenging's been pretty good; then again, this is Mississippi, Aspen. We were already towards the bottom of the economic ladder to begin with; God only knows what its' like nowadays," Resting his head in his hands for a few moments, elbows on the table, he looked back over at Aspen and asked, "Most of us are probably going to retire for the evening; if you'd like, I'll walk you to your quarters and we can talk more along the way."
Post by Aspen Hekmatyar on Nov 4, 2016 5:25:52 GMT -5
"Well, it's been a good dinner. Sure, Richard, that sounds good to me. Lead the way," she said softly as she climbed to her feet and lifted her plate with her as if deciding to do away with it herself, not wanting to have the chance to show herself pulling her own weight be taken away from her while she looked down towards Richard, reaching up to brush some of her cordovan hair softly to make sure her ponytail was still firm and comfortable. In addition, she looked out towards the convicts again and had a bit of a smirk on her face, one the guards could see easily from their seats at the table, "and poor fellas...they won't be seeing me for hours."
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5