Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2017 21:27:01 GMT -5
Debra sat in a chair in a dimly lit room. If front of her was a table. The table had hooks for shackles to be slid through on either side, or handcuffs depending on your needs. Debra sat there calmly, patiently as she waited. She had in front of her, a notepad to which she kept diligent notes on every person she met now days. Every person that mattered at least. Debra sighed and reached forward taking a glass of water and taking a sip before setting it back down. Just about this time the door opened. Someone was ushered into the room. It was the young girl from yesterday. Debra gave them a night in cells alone to think about all the things that could possibly happen to them. Nothing was said to them. No food, nor water was brought. They were in individual cells with the most important prospects; Buster, Camilla and Paige in solitary confinement. She wanted them separated from the rest of the groups.
Omega was a busy man. She wouldn't waste his time until she knew that it was worth bothering him. These could all turn out to be duds and then what? She would have troubled him for nothing. She smiled as the blonde was forced to have a seat. The man who brought her in proceeded to handcuff her to the table. Debra smiled at her from across the table and took another sip of sparkling water. The condensation on the glass spilled over the sides when she set it down.
Debra: Thank you Chucky. You can leave us.
Debra said. She waited until they were along and then.....Nothing. Nothing at all. She simply stared at Megan for several moments as the silence lingered in the stifling air. Her eyes watched closely. She was taking her in. Her expressions, her reactions. Was she easily annoyed of flustered, was she overly aggressive or calm under pressure. She honestly didn't know. She had very little interaction with this one. She was quiet the whole way back. She had managed to wrangle the other one. The savage little man with the bloodstained face. All it took was the promise of violence against this sweet little number and he complied. She had Megan cuff his hands behind his back and then she checked them herself before loading the three of them up in the van.
Now it was time for her favorite part. The one on one chit chats. She crossed her legs under the table and clasped her hands together as she decided to finally speak again.
Debra: Don't look so frightened dear, I don't bite...Though from the looks of your neck your boyfriend does. *She watched her reaction to the mention of Buster. Debra didn't know a single name of any of these people she would pull that out of them too. People's names were important after all. It was important to know who you were dealing with.* We brought you in for one reason.... It's dangerous out there. You may have thought you were getting along. Making it. But were you really? Were you really that safe out there in that vineyard?
Debra maintained a steady eye contact. She was ready to pick up on anything this girl expressed. She was a trained psychiatrist and she was reading cues and reacting to them. She was changing her story on the fly to whatever suited her needs the most in the moment.
Debra: We have your friends. They're held up in cells just like you were in. But before we let you join us we have to know that you're not dangerous. The world's a scary place. This is just a formality for the safety of our people. We have crops and food. Water and electricity. Solar panels and sustainable meat sources. We can't just give this stuff away we need people to help keep it running. That's where you come in my dear, you see. I wanted to talk to you first because you seem to be what we're looking for. You have kind eyes.
Debra said leaning back in her chair a bit.
Debra: You aren't from around here are you? California I mean. I'm actually from Ohio myself. Go Buckeyes right? *Debra chuckled a little. She was being friendly and sweet. She was being what this girl needed her to be to trust her.* See I could tell you weren't by the way you clung to that jacket. Its his isn't it? Your boyfriends? That's a southern thing. Old timey values that mostly don't exist anymore. You were raised right........
There was a long silence.....
Debra: Ain't got much to say? Let's start with your name dear.... Can you tell me your name at least?
The door opened and Debra smiled at a man who brought in two plates. It had fried chicken and scalloped mashed potatoes. Corn and a few slices of an apple on the side. He set one in front of Debra and the othe in front of Megan. He undid Megan's cuffs and set them in front of Debra. She watched as he set a plastic spoon in front of Megan and one in front of herself with a big hospitable smile on her face.....
Debra: It's ok sweetie, you must be hungry.