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She would have to admit that she was glad she didn't drink a whole lot at the bar, or she'd probably be spilling her guts. She never usually had money for drinks, so drinking was never a thing for her. It was a rare pleasure that she got to have. And she had decided she needed a treat and so instead of going for food or what she normally went for, she'd gone for a drink. Part of her regreted it, but she also was very happy with her choice.
She couldn't help but smile slightly as his head quickly turns. Apparently he didn't want to be caught staring. It was fine, just something she was not use to. If people stared it was because she looked either half dead or homeless.
The room was quiet and Rylee didn't knwo what to say, so she took another sip of water. She knew abou drinking too fast, and so she was trying to pace herself. But she wished he would say something, she sure as hell didn't know what to say.
"Oh. Uh, I'm twenty two."
She knew the month and year of her birth. The day she had made up. But, it was close enough. Even if it was wrong. It didn't make her that much older or that much younger. Besides, it was probably close enough. |
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Apparently talking to people outside of his work wasn't his best quality either. Oh great, the list just kept on getting longer and longer. He didn't really know himself much outside of his job. Once upon a time he was a future psychologist, a partier, and somebody who enjoyed having fun. Now those characteristics had faded into a dedicated, serious police officer. Lots had changed about him when he chose to be a police officer. It was amazing how much a couple of years could change everything. He was also mad at himself for failing small talk and reaching toward making out instead. It was a typical guy move, to think of bringing a woman home versus their favorite color. And on top of it all, he didn't even commit to the act in his mind. Instead she was laying in his bed while he was sitting in an uncomfortable desk chair. Definitely not what this evening was supposed be like. "Oh I'm 24," He was a few years older than her. Just a few years. That felt a little better, knowing her age. Maybe taking it one step at a time was the solution. Small talk, what was the harm in that? "Favorite color?" He asked after just a few moments had passed. His gaze briefly met hers,"I like lime green." |
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Twenty four. He wasn't much older than she was. Which she assumed. He looked her age, even though he never acted like it. Most people their age were still in college, goofing off, having fun. Going to parties, getting drunk, making friends, doing stupid things. But she supposed both of them kind of fell out of that sterotype. One was a cop and one was a criminal, and neither were in college.
Blue. She didn't know why. But she loved the color blue, and the color black.... "Blue or black." Her eyes held his for a moment, before flickering away. "I can't decide which I like better." She loved both pretty equally. There were billions of beautiful kinds of blues, though there were usually only one shade of black. Sure there were more shades, but they all looked pretty close to the same.
She knew she should probably ask him a question, instead of him asking them all. But she didn't know what to ask. She didn't do social interactions. She knew how to intimdate and steal. Those were her skills in life. It kept her alive and the skills that kept her out of jail were wits, cunning, and incredible escaping abilities. She couldn't very well talk about those nor ask questions about Silas. No doubt she'd probably end up spilling something she shouldn't. |
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He found it interesting that she had two favorite colors. Normally people just had one. If they did have multiple, they could easily rank them on a scale 1-5. But not Rylee. She said she loved them equally. That was fascinating. "That's interesting," He said with a small smile,"Blue and black are so different from each other." They were extremely different colors. One was grayscale, the other not. There was also many different shades of blue but the only other shade to black made gray. "What's your dream job?" He decided to keep on asking questions. Now that he had her in his hoise, she wasn't really talking much. It made him question if she was angry with him. Either that or she was just really reserved. Either way, he didn't mind asking questions. It was kind of in the job description. |
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Yes they were different, but she liked them. She couldn't explain it, she just did. They were her favorite colors and she had nothing else to say about it. They were beautiful and they fit together pretty well, mainly because black went with anything, but still...
She shrugs,"I don't really have a dream job." She really didn't. She figured she'd be a criminal for the rest of her life until she ended up in jail forever, one she couldn't escape, or until she died. There were many different ways she could die. From starvation, lack of water, lack of nurtition, or being shot, anything was possible. She didn't really have a dream job.
If she ever got out of the criminal life? Would she have one? Perhaps, but her whole life had been based on survival, which had in turn made her a criminal. Sure there was probably a better way to survive, but she'd been bitter and had just chosen to survive on her own. Did she regret it? A little. |
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"I don't really have a dream job." He wasn't sure if he had heard that one right. Everyone had a dream job of some sort. Or so, that's what he believed. Some wanted to be surgeons, doctor's, veterinarians, or simply just be a translator so people with different primary languages can communicate. This was the first time he had heard someone say they didn't have a dream job. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise at the statement. "Any dream then?" He guessed it didn't have to be job. Most people did have other dreams. Some dreamt about winning the lottery, some a vacation, and others just wanted children. He was curious to see what Rylee's would be. She seemed different from the others. "I've always wanted to be a psychologist," He shrugged,"Obviously it didn't work out because I'm here and not nose deep into textbooks that cost an arm and a leg." |
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Any dream?
She honestly couldn't think of any. Perhaps maybe find a home. "Find a home." She grimaces,"I've kind of been bouncing around from home to home." That was underexaggerated. She had no home and had been moving from abandoned building to abandoned building. It sucked. She was either cold or hot. Nothing in between. She rarely was ever at a comfortable temperature. She was at that moment in time because she was inside. She typically was freezing. She couldn't explain why. But she just was, even in the heat of the day.
Psychologist? That explained the kind of questions that he had asked her during her interrogation. She was still slightly amused and irritated by it. She was still wondering about that last question. What the hell? Had he been forced to ask that question? Or did he really ask every criminal that question? She couldn't help but wonder how some people answered that question. She had let out a laugh, which probably wasn't the best idea to do, but oh well.
She manages a small smile, taking a sip of her water. She really was an incredibly awkward person. Now that they were just sitting and talking she didn't know what the hell to do. Her body was not instinctively doing anything so she was just kind of winging it. |
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"That rough," Silas sympathized her. He had never really struggled much financially with homes. He had a very comfortable salary and he was content where he was. His not biological parents didn't though. He remembered moving constantly. "I, um," He looked down, finding the best wording,"I'm sorry. I was adopted into a nontraditional family. We struggled financially and it was tough for me to get here. The thing is with nontraditional couples, there tends to be discrimination in the work force. It doesn't matter if the law says differently." He might be a police officer but he wasn't blind when it came to discrimination. He tried to always keep things fair within his work but he was only one person. Only one police officer. He knew the people working under the law would ever stop letting businesses get away with discrimination. |
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Rylee simply shrugs, it was life. It was how she lived her life and there was nothing that could be done about it. Life kept moving and if she didn't keep moving with it, she would fall behind and it would destroy her. If she eventually got out of her situation and got an actual job and a home, well, Rylee would probably actually try and turn her life around. But at the moment she was pretty damn content where she was. Well, not content, but she understood someone like her probably didn't have the greatest chance.
Rylee couldn't say she understood. She was never adopted and she never really got the chance for a job. Her whole life she'd had to fight to survive. It was literally me, myself, and I, her whole entire life. So she simply blinks at Silas, she didn't know what to say to that. She didn't dare reveal too much more about herself, scared Silas would began to understand who she was. She did not want to be in a cell again. |
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They sat in silence for a while, Silas feeling uncomfortable. Outside of his job, he was not an extrovert. He didn't know how to carry on a conversation with a woman and he hadn't even been around one in a while outside of his job. He tapped his fingers on the slightly dusty desk as he thought. He didn't know what to say or do. They shouldn't have been sitting around like this at 2am like they were. After a moments, he finally opened his mouth. "Truth is, last time I-you know-with someone else, it didn't end well. She lied to me about using contreceptions. She ended up pregnant and I pushed for her to get rid of the baby. I wasn't ready to be a father and I didn't think I would be a good one," He sighed, keeping his gaze on his fingers drumming on the desk. He added very quietly,"I didn't want the same thing happen to you-happen to us, I mean." |
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