((SCENE: Desirée visits Matt))
((Takes place immediately after this scene.))
Desirée: *remains seated in the visitation room after Diego leaves, her arms crossed tightly and she's looking off at the bare wall, biting her lip and contemplating something.*
Matt: *Is brought in a few minutes later by the guards, he grins as he spots Desirée. His grin falters when he sees her expression.* Hey there, Desirée. You doing alright?
Desirée: *looks over to him when she hears the door opening, then manages a fairly cheerful smile* Hello, Matty boy. *sits up straighter, crossing her legs and giving him a small wave of her hand* Nice to see you again.
Matt: *Looks back over his shoulder to the guards and waves them away. Since he is Matt Engarde, they comply and leave the room for the time being. He looks back to Desirée before he takes a seat across from her. She seems fine now, so he decides to ignore her previous display of emotion.* It's nice to see you too. Thanks for coming to visit me. I never get visitors quite as cute as you.
Desirée: *laughs lightly* How many visitors do you get?
Matt: *Shrugs.* How many do I get or how many do I actually allow to visit with me?
Desirée: *smirks* So am I one of the privileged few? I feel so honored. *laughs teasingly, combing a few fingers through her tangled hair*
Matt: You should feel honored. *Sits back in his chair, relaxing.* Now I believe you promised me some pictures..?
Desirée: *smirks sideways at him* Oh, did I? Ah, right. *leans over to pull a folder of 9x12 photographs out of her tote bag, then passes it over to Matt*
Matt: *Takes the pictures and lets out a low whistle as he looks them over.* Are these old or did you just get them taken? I don't see that scratch you were talking about on these.
Desirée: They're new. I got a professional to fix up the scratch. I couldn't stand looking at it anymore. *smiles* What do you think? Does she look perfect?
Matt: *Nods slowly, a little absorbed in the pictures for the time being. It's been far too long since he's seen a motorcycle besides his own that was this nice.* She really does. Look at those tires. Those new too? I haven't seen any like that before.
Desirée: *nods eagerly* Yes. She's a great bike. ...*tilts head* I'm wondering, from looking at the pictures, what do you think? I'd like to upgrade her, but I'm just not getting any inspiration. I was hoping you would.
Matt: Well... *Looks up at her, grinning.* Those tires look great. They don't weigh you down or anything?
Desirée: No, they run quite smoothly. I suppose I could exchange them for something lighter so I could get a little bit more height when I fly, but these ones are strong enough to withstand the landings.
Matt: *Raises an eyebrow.* You do a lot of jumps?
Desirée: Whenever I can. Nothing quite matches the thrill of soaring through the air on my bike.
Matt: Wow, that's pretty cool. I never really got too into jumps myself. My bike was made specifically for riding fast and I didn't want to get weighed down by heavy tires.
Desirée: *smirks* My bike is still the fastest one out there.
Matt: *Smirks back.* I'd challenge that statement if I wasn't locked up in here.
Desirée: Ah... if only you could. I would love that. When is the last time I raced someone...? *looks ponderously up at the ceiling* It's been years since anyone with speed worth noting went up against me. Now I've only been getting my racing thrills from police officers trying to give me a ticket. Very few of them come close. *smirks again*
Matt: I figured as much. I remember how hard it was to find anyone to race against who even came close to my bike... *Sighs softly.* I'd give anything to get out of this place and race you.
Desirée: *smiles kindly* Maybe someday. ...How are things in here, anyways?
Matt: Things in here? They could be better, but they could be a lot worse. *Glances away.* I don't really like being with some of the people in here, but not all of them are so bad.
Desirée: *tilts her head at him* Oh. Yes... most criminals are loathsome. I know that well. I'm sorry you have to deal with them... but you have friends, though? *smiles again* Is Deggie boy a friend of yours?
Matt: Deggie? *Pauses for a moment before he remembers that Visor's real name is Diego.* Oh, Visor dude. Um, I suppose you could call us friends. He shared some coffee with me and I sent him some oranges for Easter. He's one of the cooler people around this place. Do you know Visor?
Desirée: A little. He tried to prosecute my Ronnie... but he's friends with Ronnie now, so I've accepted him. *smiles*
Matt: Prosecute? Was that when he almost went to prison? He mentioned something like that but didn't really go into detail...
Desirée: *nods slightly* Yes... Ronnie was almost accused of murder. I almost lost him... I don't think Ronnie would do well in prison. But Nicky boy saved him. *smiles while toying with her hair*
Matt: *Doesn't know exactly who 'Nicky boy' is and doesn't care enough to ask.* Good. I don't think he'd do too well in this place.
Desirée: How are you doing, though? Aside from the people you've acquainted with. *leans her chin on her hands*
Matt: *Leans forward with her, grinning.* Much better now that you are here.
Desirée: That's good. *smiles, unintimidated by him* You seem to be doing well for yourself.
Matt: The people here know who I am and so I still get a bit of the star treatment. Though, it does get a little lonely in here...
Desirée: Lonely? Hmm. I thought you were across from your friend?
Matt: The guards decided to switch up our cell arrangement so...Now I'm across from this creepy dude that just kinda talks about nothing anyone else cares about.
Desirée: Oh... That's a shame. ...By the way, you can keep the motorcycle pictures. I have extras. Your advice is really helpful. *smiles*
Matt: *Straightens up, smiling.* Thanks. You want any oranges? That's really all I have to give away at the moment, but they are really good.
Desirée: *laughs* That's an odd thing to offer. That's okay, you can keep them.
Matt: Are you sure?
Desirée: *smiles* I just had some coffee, I'm good for now. *pauses, thinking* ...That reminds me... there's something I should ask you.
Matt: Ask me? *Nods.* Ask away, Desirée.
Desirée: *twirls a strand of hair uncomfortably* ...You'd never hurt me, would you?
Matt: ...*Isn't quite sure what to make of that question, but he manages to shake his head.* I don't know why you'd ask that, but no. I'd never do that. *He smiles sweetly in her direction.* Matt Engarde is nothing like that.
Desirée: *puts her chin on her palm and regards him carefully* Hm... people keep telling me differently. And Deggie boy.... *looks to the side, sighing*
Matt: ...What kind of people? What did Visor say to you?
Desirée: ......Just that... *looks back at Matt* ....... *forces a smile* Nevermind. Maybe I should just go...
Matt: *Frowns, he really doesn't want to end their meeting like this.* Please don't go yet. Sit and we can talk. *Forces a grin.* Okay?
Desirée: ...Sorry, I knew I shouldn't have said anything. He just got me a bit worried, is all. *laughs lightly*
Matt: You really don't have to worry about me, Desirée. I'm pretty harmless. Especially with people I like.
Desirée: *smiles softly* I hope so. ...I haven't personally seen any reason to not like you, at least.
Matt: *smiles back*
Desirée: I hope you enjoy the photos. *pushes her chair back and stands up*
Matt: ...Are you leaving? *Lets himself frown again.*
Desirée: *smiles* I'll probably visit you again someday. Maybe.
Matt: *Feels a sudden rush of anger wash through him as he stares up at Desirée with his uncovered eye. For a brief moment, he nearly stands up to keep her from actually leaving the room. But his anger is quickly pushed down and he forces a brilliant smile onto his face.* Like, whatever you want, dude. *He waves absentmindedly at her before looking behind him and purposefully away from her.* Later.
Desirée: It was nice seeing you, Matty boy. I'm glad I got to talk to you again.
Matt: *Nods, looking over his shoulder at her.* Yeah totally. I need to, like, make a quick call before the guards come back so could you... *Gestures to the door as he looks back to his wrist phone, his back still to Desirée.*
Desirée: Okay. *smiles, picks up her bag, and walks out of the room*
Matt: *Waits patiently in the same spot for the guards to return, his arms crossed over his chest.*
Desirée: *remains seated in the visitation room after Diego leaves, her arms crossed tightly and she's looking off at the bare wall, biting her lip and contemplating something.*
Matt: *Is brought in a few minutes later by the guards, he grins as he spots Desirée. His grin falters when he sees her expression.* Hey there, Desirée. You doing alright?
Desirée: *looks over to him when she hears the door opening, then manages a fairly cheerful smile* Hello, Matty boy. *sits up straighter, crossing her legs and giving him a small wave of her hand* Nice to see you again.
Matt: *Looks back over his shoulder to the guards and waves them away. Since he is Matt Engarde, they comply and leave the room for the time being. He looks back to Desirée before he takes a seat across from her. She seems fine now, so he decides to ignore her previous display of emotion.* It's nice to see you too. Thanks for coming to visit me. I never get visitors quite as cute as you.
Desirée: *laughs lightly* How many visitors do you get?
Matt: *Shrugs.* How many do I get or how many do I actually allow to visit with me?
Desirée: *smirks* So am I one of the privileged few? I feel so honored. *laughs teasingly, combing a few fingers through her tangled hair*
Matt: You should feel honored. *Sits back in his chair, relaxing.* Now I believe you promised me some pictures..?
Desirée: *smirks sideways at him* Oh, did I? Ah, right. *leans over to pull a folder of 9x12 photographs out of her tote bag, then passes it over to Matt*
Matt: *Takes the pictures and lets out a low whistle as he looks them over.* Are these old or did you just get them taken? I don't see that scratch you were talking about on these.
Desirée: They're new. I got a professional to fix up the scratch. I couldn't stand looking at it anymore. *smiles* What do you think? Does she look perfect?
Matt: *Nods slowly, a little absorbed in the pictures for the time being. It's been far too long since he's seen a motorcycle besides his own that was this nice.* She really does. Look at those tires. Those new too? I haven't seen any like that before.
Desirée: *nods eagerly* Yes. She's a great bike. ...*tilts head* I'm wondering, from looking at the pictures, what do you think? I'd like to upgrade her, but I'm just not getting any inspiration. I was hoping you would.
Matt: Well... *Looks up at her, grinning.* Those tires look great. They don't weigh you down or anything?
Desirée: No, they run quite smoothly. I suppose I could exchange them for something lighter so I could get a little bit more height when I fly, but these ones are strong enough to withstand the landings.
Matt: *Raises an eyebrow.* You do a lot of jumps?
Desirée: Whenever I can. Nothing quite matches the thrill of soaring through the air on my bike.
Matt: Wow, that's pretty cool. I never really got too into jumps myself. My bike was made specifically for riding fast and I didn't want to get weighed down by heavy tires.
Desirée: *smirks* My bike is still the fastest one out there.
Matt: *Smirks back.* I'd challenge that statement if I wasn't locked up in here.
Desirée: Ah... if only you could. I would love that. When is the last time I raced someone...? *looks ponderously up at the ceiling* It's been years since anyone with speed worth noting went up against me. Now I've only been getting my racing thrills from police officers trying to give me a ticket. Very few of them come close. *smirks again*
Matt: I figured as much. I remember how hard it was to find anyone to race against who even came close to my bike... *Sighs softly.* I'd give anything to get out of this place and race you.
Desirée: *smiles kindly* Maybe someday. ...How are things in here, anyways?
Matt: Things in here? They could be better, but they could be a lot worse. *Glances away.* I don't really like being with some of the people in here, but not all of them are so bad.
Desirée: *tilts her head at him* Oh. Yes... most criminals are loathsome. I know that well. I'm sorry you have to deal with them... but you have friends, though? *smiles again* Is Deggie boy a friend of yours?
Matt: Deggie? *Pauses for a moment before he remembers that Visor's real name is Diego.* Oh, Visor dude. Um, I suppose you could call us friends. He shared some coffee with me and I sent him some oranges for Easter. He's one of the cooler people around this place. Do you know Visor?
Desirée: A little. He tried to prosecute my Ronnie... but he's friends with Ronnie now, so I've accepted him. *smiles*
Matt: Prosecute? Was that when he almost went to prison? He mentioned something like that but didn't really go into detail...
Desirée: *nods slightly* Yes... Ronnie was almost accused of murder. I almost lost him... I don't think Ronnie would do well in prison. But Nicky boy saved him. *smiles while toying with her hair*
Matt: *Doesn't know exactly who 'Nicky boy' is and doesn't care enough to ask.* Good. I don't think he'd do too well in this place.
Desirée: How are you doing, though? Aside from the people you've acquainted with. *leans her chin on her hands*
Matt: *Leans forward with her, grinning.* Much better now that you are here.
Desirée: That's good. *smiles, unintimidated by him* You seem to be doing well for yourself.
Matt: The people here know who I am and so I still get a bit of the star treatment. Though, it does get a little lonely in here...
Desirée: Lonely? Hmm. I thought you were across from your friend?
Matt: The guards decided to switch up our cell arrangement so...Now I'm across from this creepy dude that just kinda talks about nothing anyone else cares about.
Desirée: Oh... That's a shame. ...By the way, you can keep the motorcycle pictures. I have extras. Your advice is really helpful. *smiles*
Matt: *Straightens up, smiling.* Thanks. You want any oranges? That's really all I have to give away at the moment, but they are really good.
Desirée: *laughs* That's an odd thing to offer. That's okay, you can keep them.
Matt: Are you sure?
Desirée: *smiles* I just had some coffee, I'm good for now. *pauses, thinking* ...That reminds me... there's something I should ask you.
Matt: Ask me? *Nods.* Ask away, Desirée.
Desirée: *twirls a strand of hair uncomfortably* ...You'd never hurt me, would you?
Matt: ...*Isn't quite sure what to make of that question, but he manages to shake his head.* I don't know why you'd ask that, but no. I'd never do that. *He smiles sweetly in her direction.* Matt Engarde is nothing like that.
Desirée: *puts her chin on her palm and regards him carefully* Hm... people keep telling me differently. And Deggie boy.... *looks to the side, sighing*
Matt: ...What kind of people? What did Visor say to you?
Desirée: ......Just that... *looks back at Matt* ....... *forces a smile* Nevermind. Maybe I should just go...
Matt: *Frowns, he really doesn't want to end their meeting like this.* Please don't go yet. Sit and we can talk. *Forces a grin.* Okay?
Desirée: ...Sorry, I knew I shouldn't have said anything. He just got me a bit worried, is all. *laughs lightly*
Matt: You really don't have to worry about me, Desirée. I'm pretty harmless. Especially with people I like.
Desirée: *smiles softly* I hope so. ...I haven't personally seen any reason to not like you, at least.
Matt: *smiles back*
Desirée: I hope you enjoy the photos. *pushes her chair back and stands up*
Matt: ...Are you leaving? *Lets himself frown again.*
Desirée: *smiles* I'll probably visit you again someday. Maybe.
Matt: *Feels a sudden rush of anger wash through him as he stares up at Desirée with his uncovered eye. For a brief moment, he nearly stands up to keep her from actually leaving the room. But his anger is quickly pushed down and he forces a brilliant smile onto his face.* Like, whatever you want, dude. *He waves absentmindedly at her before looking behind him and purposefully away from her.* Later.
Desirée: It was nice seeing you, Matty boy. I'm glad I got to talk to you again.
Matt: *Nods, looking over his shoulder at her.* Yeah totally. I need to, like, make a quick call before the guards come back so could you... *Gestures to the door as he looks back to his wrist phone, his back still to Desirée.*
Desirée: Okay. *smiles, picks up her bag, and walks out of the room*
Matt: *Waits patiently in the same spot for the guards to return, his arms crossed over his chest.*