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@dia-reyes
"Shit."
"Don't tell me you're scared of the dark."
Do you have a lighter?
"What do I get for sharing?"
Open para// Alice + Dia
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"Yet, is it our fault that we’re insane? When we’re breed by insane people. The world is insane." Alice giggled, taking another drag of her cigarette. She was shivering slightly and she tugged her leather jacket tighter around her small frame.
"I quite like the addictiveness, if I’m honest. It’s not so bad." She grinned, "What do you read, Nameless being?" She flicked the ash of her cigarette, accidently dropping it and having to pick it up.
Dia gave a slight head nod, as if agreeing with the girl's sentiment. But she said nothing for a while. Finally, she crossed her arms and remarked, "It's a crazy world and yet here we are. The craziest of the crazy. How's that make you feel?"
"You like being a slave to a substance? That's new." Dia knew a lot of addicts before coming here. She never felt bad for them, as it was an emotion she had very little of. She thought it was their own faults, that they chose that life. "Who says I read?" she questioned, wondering why the girl would assume that. Did she look like someone who read? Someone knowledgeable and insightful?
”It looks to me as though luck isn’t so much in your favor considering you’re here. If you consider yourself so unlucky to have met me, then you would have concluded this conversation a long time ago. I think we’re past petty insolence at this point.”
( She examines the assumed position of her opponent —— arms folded resolutely across her chest. Defensiveness. Clearly she’s reached some depth. She’s beginning to inadvertently emanate inferiority, that much is certain —— for which Sage cannot be held accountable. No one can make you feel inferior without your consent —— possibly the most intelligent quote she’s ever had the pleasure of encountering. )
”The word ‘ignore’ implies that I did nothing to initiate some form of contact, be it physical, emotional, or verbal. We’ve already established that while it did not exactly suffice, I did make an attempt to communicate with you via social cues. Therefore, you are in error.”
( Oculars flit to meet the glower of her coequal. )
”I have not, cannot and do not dispute that I’m not human. I have as many weaknesses as anyone else, if not more. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. To dispute that would be highly impractical. I’m just not as open with mine as you’d like me to be, and that’s perfectly okay. The difference between you and I is that I’m aware of human error, and can identify when I’m guilty of it.”
"I could say the same for you. As cold and calculating as you seem, you're right in here with me. All of your condescension doesn't change the fact that in here, we're both equals in the eyes of the law and the staff. Both crazy people." [ Dia hisses, contempt lacing her voice. ]
[ She wonders if this girls' mental illness makes her have such a seemingly superior complex, or if it's simply her personality. Dia is defensive, at this point. But this is nothing new; she always has her guard up and finds it almost impossible to lower it. The doctors say it is a symptom; Dia calls it being smart. ]
"Most people would use words for that, but I've already realized that you aren't most people, are you?" [ Whether Dia means this in a positive way or a negative one is open for interpretation. ]
"Well at least you can admit that. But that's where you're wrong. I can also realize when I'm guilty of human error. Though I only admit that to myself. And then I work to fix it; adapt." [ Adapt or die. Dia lives by this rule. ] "Human error can't be eradicated; it's the very nature of our being to make mistakes."
"It is. It’s actually great. And I guess it’s a mixture of care and curiosity. I mean, how the hell can someone not be inside of their room for four days without any of the staff noticing, right?"
"Guess the staff is incompetent. What are you gonna do. Maybe she's dead, who knows. If I were you I'd move on. Why spend your time thinking about her."
I’ll see you around.
"...maybe."
For now. I’m okay with that.
"Great. Awesome. Cool. Now if you'll excuse me."
( She ceases her motions, hollow oculars transfixing on the entitled brunette parallel to her. )
”To benefit whom? You?”
( She dignifies her supposition with a moment of silence, unnerving gaze never faltering under the scrutiny of her counterpart. She is impervious to most things, but selfishness has the unparalleled ability to staunch the rapid flow of her detachment as if to be profuse bleeding. She resumes her task. )
”Human error at its finest —— one feels the need to insert words where they are neither effective, nor necessary. Filling voids in an endeavor to obscure the awkward reality of the situation. So I’m expected to adjust how I comport myself in social situations so as to accommodate you. Selfishness, entitlement, preservation. Weaknesses.”
( She doesn’t so much as peer over to gauge the reaction of her company simply because she can anticipate her next move. )
”For someone who’s as candid as you appear to be, you are admirably evasive.”
"I don't know. Not me considering after this little chance encounter, I hope to never run into you again. If I can be so lucky."
[ She folds her arms across her chest, meeting her library companion's gaze and never looking away. The girl could hold a stare. And Dia doesn't mind staring into her brown eyes, never wavering her glare. But somehow, Dia feels like her counterpart is staring into her soul with her intense glare. Dia hopes she returns the favor but doubts it. ]
"Human error? You talk like you're not a human, just like me. I can deal with silence. But being ignored? It's a pet peeve. [she states. It's more than a pet peeve. It reminds her of the life she grew up living as a child. ] "Everyone, even you, has weaknesses. Don't doubt that."
"That's the key. Don't let people know about you. Evasiveness and elusiveness certainly aren't negative personality aspects, as people think."
Are you actually giving in?
"I didn't say that. I met you...halfway. I guess. So yeah. It's as good as it'll get."
I never did. There were absolutely no ulterior reasons behind any of this. You believing it or not.
"Well maybe I don't believe it, because that's just how I am. But maybe I want to believe it. Is that enough? For now?"
If I cared enough, I would.
"So now you don't care anymore?"
"Sound a little bit more convincing, will ya."
And that was the last thing I told you about me. That’s also a no.
"I violated a few federal laws, okay? I didn't want to sit in prison for over twenty years so I let a lawyer call me insane. Are we even now?"
Still not a good enough of a reason.
"What is a good enough reason? If I slaughtered a few dozen people?"
”That wouldn’t have been very church-like of a church mouse.”
( She reorganizes the disarrayed order of a row of novels absentmindedly, calculating optics assessing their condition as she tediously propels them back into their designated order. She withholds her remarks regarding her final retort. A classic example of ignorance —— one of which Sage refuses to acknowledge. Besides, it’s a reaction she’s bargaining for —— and Sage is above such pettiness. It is no secret to anyone with eyes that Sage is disconcertingly attached from her emotions, just as it’s no secret to her that people generally deplore this facet to her personality. Human propensity for rejecting what cannot be understood has always perplexed the pragmatic spectator. Frankly, it is an insult to knowledge. )
[ It was a wonder, how this girl must have thought; how her mind must have worked. She didn't react to every word. It was clear that she chose her words carefully, reacting to what she deemed worth her time and ignoring the rest. She clearly noted that social cues weren't Dia's strong point so she must have been observant too. It was all very interesting. ]
So maybe stop being a church mouse? [ Dia casually suggested. ] Making friends in here is stupid but would it kill you to speak up a bit? Not ignore people?
[Dia wasn't personally offended anymore per se, but everyone else that she had met had talked her ear off. This was the first person who was reserved. And Dia found the change of pace very strange. It seemed everyone here was one end of the spectrum or the other. ]
No one ends up here by doing illegal stuff either, but here you are.
"A couple of illegal, morally questionable things."