At seven o'clock sharp, the intercom snaps on with the usual loud beep. And also as usual, the warden's voice kicks in. Too loud and very cheerful the entire message through
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Already, she misses the whiteness of the mental institution. The cleanliness of it, the calm of it, the quiet and the kindness. This is a dark place, somewhere cold and unforgiving and without windows. She can feel the hate and the fear of this place, radiating off of it in waves, and she decides she dislikes it.
The candy and the rulebook flutter down from the top bunk, and she does not make any motion to pick them up. Just lilts: "Oh, my..."
Oichi slinks down the ladder, fluid and creeping as water, and seats herself on the floor by the cell door. She notices but does not acknowledge the other woman in the room, not yet. Her head tilts back as she listens to the warden talk over the loudspeaker, and she rocks her torso gently back and forth. It's a soothing motion to her, in this place that is so unfamiliar and new, and she stands when the warden is nearly done.
She brushes her hands against the bars as they pull back, and hums a little song.
She turns her torso to face her, twisting and contorting her body, and tilts her head so that her ear touches her shoulder. "What is Ichi doing... oh, just nothing... absolutely nothing." She twists herself again so she's still sat on the ground, but facing Rosalind carelessly. "You're a beautiful creature, you know that, right...? So very beautiful... refined and sharp, just like a blade..."
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The candy and the rulebook flutter down from the top bunk, and she does not make any motion to pick them up. Just lilts: "Oh, my..."
Oichi slinks down the ladder, fluid and creeping as water, and seats herself on the floor by the cell door. She notices but does not acknowledge the other woman in the room, not yet. Her head tilts back as she listens to the warden talk over the loudspeaker, and she rocks her torso gently back and forth. It's a soothing motion to her, in this place that is so unfamiliar and new, and she stands when the warden is nearly done.
She brushes her hands against the bars as they pull back, and hums a little song.
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And she hadn't gone back to sleep.
Now that her roommate was awake, Rosalind watched.
"What are you doing?" That was almost a hello, truly.
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She knows she's not ugly but, well, looks hardly play a part in her job and it's a weird thing to get a compliment so bluntly.
"Thank you," she says, managing to keep her voice clear and groping for something else to say. "Are you quite sure you were doing nothing?"
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