#jayce rp

[jaycehousetalis]

What are some cool cultural differences between you and Viktor?

I think there are a lot of differences that I've had to sort through, but at least I've worked on being more sensitive about Zaunite culture.

Thing is, between that uh, well, how busy Viktor I and can be? It's almost like I have little time for much else.

I think the biggest difference is just... how forthright Zaunites are compared to people from Piltover about most things. I've got to say, Viktor makes it a lot easier to pick where we eat or sleep at night.

[stillwater-jayce]

"Is it? Perhaps I should save you for my last visit from now on, hm?"

Basil's tone is teasing but his question seems genuine.

Jayce has, in fact, been the last patient of his shift twice now. He'd wondered after their first meeting if the timing had something to do with how readily he had stepped outside of his comfort zone, but there was no way to be certain.

He decides to blame the fatigue regardless.

"Parting gift? Oh-- the snack. I'm pleased they were to your liking. Nutrition in this place is a joke under the best conditions; worse in solitary."

He groans deeply at the thought and drags a hand through his hair again, the vain attempt at smoothing it down only serving to pull more wayward locks free. Quietly, he continues.

"I've tried speaking with the head of the kitchens, but even if they were inclined to do better they can only do so much with the budget they're given.

Someone is skimming money from essential areas. I *know* they are-- anyone with eyes can see it. If I could just figure out where it's going I'd be able to-"

Panic freezes Basil's breath mid-sentence and he shuts his mouth with an audible collision of teeth. His gaze whips frantically towards the bars of the cell, searching for the guard that had accompanied him.

When he finds nobody there, he buries his face in his hands and exhales shakily.

"I-I shouldn't have said any of that. If anyone overheard..."

He trails off, face going pale.

Jayce chuckles. He starts to recline more, tempted to lay his head back, but decides to stay erect.

I wouldn't complain if you did. Wasn't sure if you came to Stillwater often or if it was just a temp assignment. Staring at the same ceiling for so many years gets boring.

His brow hitches in curiosity when he hears Basil talk about the the prison's budget. When he starts to see Basil panic, Jayce's mouth parts, before instinctively moving forward. Without knowing, his hand is already gently at the man's shoulder, eyes searching his expression.

Hey, you're ok.

He peeks over to the entrance to see it empty, too. When he realizes where his hand is, he releases from Basil before watching him carefully, then sighs under a breath. He speaks quietly, in a low tone inaudible to any eager ears outside his cell,

I'm not surprised to hear someone's embezzling. Guess you're not just a nurse after all, are you?

Jayce looks at him from the corner of his eye with a smile.

Had a feeling when you mentioned a councilwoman hired you. Even more so when you had been talking to Cait about Stillwater activity last time.

[stillwater-jayce]

jayce!! do you know mel medarda? I heard she was interested about your work

Isn't that the councilwoman? I've heard of her. Came from Noxus; I heard it's a pretty rough place. I do agree with a lot of her policies, but she's a bit business-driven for my liking.

Jayce looks at you from the statement with a hitched brow before scoffing quietly.

I doubt that. I don't see how a councilwoman would be interested in someone behind bars for murder.

[stillwater-jayce]

are you seeing anyone...yknow, like in the prisson <.<?

Seeing anyone? Curious, huh. And sure.

Jayce smirks

Some come, some go. There're a lot of people in Stillwater.

[stillwater-jayce]

"I do, yes, but I can't give it to you yet. It will make you drowsy and I need you coherent to finish the concussion... assessment..."

Segrin trails off, a frown forming as he clears the mess away and sees the damage properly. Contempt flares under his skin and his voice comes out flat from effort to keep it even. Despite his effort he can't conceal the edge that bites through.

"Bastard did quite a number on you... Unfortunately, you will need stitches. At least we can skip the rest of the assessment; I'd be shocked if you *didn't* have a concussion to go with this."

He swears under his breath and sighs, exhaling his frustration before carefully moving back into Jayce's line of sight- His calm mask firmly back in place.

"Mr. Talis, how comfortable are you with needles? I have two painkillers at hand that also function as sedatives; one that is weaker and can be swallowed or a stronger and faster-acting one that must be injected. You may choose which you prefer."

When he hears your slight, nearly imperceptible, frustration about the guard's assault, Jayce laughs quietly. He eases, brow softening just a bit.

Stitches...that bad, huh? I guess I'm not surprised. Enforcers are brutal, just like they are outside of Stillwater. Maybe even worse, since everything here happens behind closed doors. And needles are fine with me, nurse...

He shuts his eyes in concentration, trying to remember your name. He's not sure why it's so difficult; he knows you mentioned it just moments earlier. 

...Segrin. It's an interesting name. Not sure I've met someone with it before. 

When Jayce shifts in his seat, his vision blurs--just briefly--before he steadies himself again. His eyes search the floor with a heavy brow; the symptoms were more annoying than anything. He sighs in irritation, before looking back at you with an exhausted, hazel eye.

How...long do concussions normally last.

[stillwater-jayce]

You think working with Viktor, raising hextech out of the ground to help those who need, will absolve you of your guilt... Or just help you live with it?

Jayce wraps his wrist and hand while he listens to you speak, and eventually responds,

What’s happened, happened. And chasing something like that would be useless. But if there’s a way to improve the lives of Piltovians and Zaunites through this technology, that would have merit enough, don’t you think?

He pauses. He’s not convinced anything could help him live with it. But he stays silent.

[stillwater-jayce]

"Trust is forged, Mr. Talis, not found ready-made. I'm not expecting you to trust me; just to tolerate me for the moment."

Segrin snaps on a pair of gloves as he moves to follow Jayce to the table. There is a small moment of hesitation before he touches the bloodied patch of hair and sets to work. It hurts- there was no way to avoid that- but he takes care to avoid causing unnecessary pain.

"For what it's worth, I view you as a responsibility, like all of my other patients. I don't give a fuck whether you're an inmate or not, I have too much pride to let my standards lapse over that.

Your gait seemed steady before, but have you had trouble balancing after the incident? Dizziness?"

Jayce's brow twitches from the comment. The beating left him with a near-blinding migraine since he sustained it, and he couldn’t deny he was eager to finally get relief from the ache.

I'm glad to know you'll be treating me with care. You don't have something for the pain, do you? The headache is starting to irritate me, I can hardly sleep at all now.

And dizzy spells…sure, I get them.

Jayce winces when you prod softly at the wound. He nearly curses, but keeps his mouth closed. He recalls a few times in the past, stumbling in the prison’s stark hallways as he walked. But that seemed to go on long before the assault to his head.

I figured it was just from being tired.

[stillwater-jayce]

A shadow of smugness slips across his stoic face briefly.

"Oh yes. I'm actually pretty good at causing trouble for people who deserve it. Call it a vice of mine."

Segrin folds his arms across his chest and watches Jayce pace, keeping an eye on his balance as he walks. His brow furrows as he notes the dreadful state the other man is in.

"If it makes you less likely to grab me again, yes.

There will be nothing invasive; I will simply clean and inspect the wound on your head; if they are needed I have the materials to apply stitches. Before you ask- Yes, I do actually have to clean it. I can see the dried blood in your hair and I will not risk my patient getting an infection when I can prevent it.

We can go over the checklist of concussion symptoms while I work on your injury. Do you find this agreeable, Mr. Talis?"

Jayce huffs quietly in amusement from the statement

Sound like fun

When he notices you studying him, his brow pinches in slight apprehension. He was used to being prodded at and studied like an animal ready to be operated on; it seemed to be that way for any prison mates who ran into authority figures in Stillwater--health workers or otherwise.

Forgive me if I'm a little on edge. You can probably guess it's hard to trust anybody in here. Prisoners seem to only be viewed in a couple of ways; bodies for labor and wastes of resources.

He sits at the cell's small table, the only furniture that seems to decorate the space, waiting for the examination to begin.

If cleaning it up will prevent more people coming in here to look after me, then go ahead. Ask away.