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There were very few things that could actually, legitimately cheer Rick up. Mostly, he existed in a state of just existing, a continuous flatline, and if he could get that from spiking too high or low then it was a good day. Contentment was the best he could shoot for on most days, and even contentment was difficult to get to when you spent hours staring at a cement wall.
Seeing Emma cheered him up, though--actually pushed him over the top of content so that he could honestly say he was happy to see her, and he couldn't say that about very many people. Some of that had to do with her, certainly--she was a very sweet woman, pleasant to talk to and to be around--but it also had to do with the fact that when Rick saw her, he knew he was getting out of his cell.
He didn't even have to worry about the bother of being called out to work, and all the complications involved there--Emma never wanted to take him to bed, she only got him out because she knew the walls started closing in on him sometimes, and she knew it helped. It was remarkably kind of her, and as soon as Rick had realized that she might be willing to help him with that kind of thing he'd been making sure to take advantage of it--there weren't many people like Emma around.
So his smile when he saw her behind the door was remarkably genuine, if brief--he'd mentioned to her a few days ago that his claustrophobia had been bad, he should have expected that she'd come. She had her own work to do, though, it was surprising that she even remembered to stop by, let alone this soon.
"Emma." Another smile, ignoring the guards on either side of him--she was technically his priority at the moment, even if she didn't come for quite what she was supposed to. "Thanks."
He left it there for a moment, just thank you--even if nobody really believed that Emma Atwater was coming down here for sex, he wasn't supposed to be allowed that kind of minor deception. He waited until they walked a little further before speaking any more, hands in his pockets, looking over at her every few moments. "I mean that, thank you, your timing is perfect." A few more hours and he probably would have really lost his cool, it had happened before. "Where are we going?"
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Even Emma Atwater needed a break from the children from time to time. They were young, rowdy, and more than just a handful when they outnumbered her and her peers. While she loved them, each and every one of them, there were days when she needed a break. There were days when she needed to slow down and unwind, to catch her breath in the midst of the constant chaos that the children caused. It was tiring work and while her previous life as an elementary school teacher had prepared her for this, the differences between her previous occupation and the one she had now were extreme. For example, no one would expect a schoolteacher to devote nearly every hour of the day to making sure that all of the surviving children were accounted for. No one would expect a schoolteacher to have to train herself to wake at the slightest noise in case some of the more mischievous ones wanted to run off into the nighttime city. Most notably, no one would expect a schoolteacher to do all of this with no visible reward. Any extra rations she might have gotten for her work as a caretaker somehow aways ended up in another mouth.
But, even on her days of rest, Emma couldn't truly rest. Her conscious wouldn't allow her to be lulled into a state of inactive leisure. It was valuable time and there was just so much that needed to be done around the city that she could never truly stop. The treatment of the captive men, for example, couldn't be ignored. Emma had tried once. She had tried to focus her mind completely on tending to the children, but her guilty conscious had nagged her until she caved.
At least the visits could be pleasant for the most part. It was nice to talk to someone her own age for once even if the topics were shallow and inconsequential. Rick Lancaster, for instance, was always an enjoyable person to talk to. Part of that enjoyment came from the fact that she could actually relax around him without having her guilty conscious bother her about wasting time. Perhaps it was wrong of her to think in such a way, but she always reasoned that it was worth arranging these private sessions with Rick because she was helping him, not because she needed a break.
"Rick," Emma nodded her head with a slight smile as soon as the man greeted her. Her gaze rested on his face for a brief moment before nervously flitting over to the faces of the guards. She pulled her lips into a bigger smile, but the expression didn't quite reach her eyes. The blonde woman was visibly nervous in the presence of the guards though she tried her best to hide it. Emma's clear sympathies for the men had earned herself much distrust among her female allies. "Don't mention it," Emma tossed an anxious glance at a guard down the call before continuing.
"In here," Emma led Rick into one of the former hotel rooms and closed the door behind her. She engaged the door's lock knowing that the guards would be keeping a close eye on them. Maybe they would have been more strict with them by tying up Rick to the bed to keep him from 'retaliating', but the honest fact was that the guards could care less if the blonde woman died. They viewed her as weak and not much of a wasted life if some angry prisoner strangled her to death. At the very least, they had given her a pair of Viagra tablets, laughing at the thought of the normally Puritanical woman using such a drug.
"Silly things," Emma quirked a smile before flinging the Viagra tablets to the side. The small tablets clattered uselessly into a dirty corner of the room. Rick wouldn't need them because the last thing Emma planned on ever doing was taking advantage of Rick like so many other women had. It was true that Emma wanted a baby, had wanted a baby ever since she had gotten married by the age of twenty, but Emma restrained herself. She couldn't allow herself to bring a baby into such a depressing, broken world.
"How about some fresh air?" Emma asked as she crossed the room towards the balcony. It was a standard hotel room with a bathroom, a grand bed, and a balcony that looked out onto the city strip. However, there would be no chance of escape from here due to the sheer height that separated the room from the ground. The choice had been intentional otherwise the guards would be more rigid in keeping an eye on the pair. The fresh, albeit hot, air that flowed in upon opening the balcony door was a welcomed relief into the stale, stuffy room. Emma took in a deep breath, using the breath to calm her nerves after having to deal with the guards. Them, with their guns, always made her feel so uneasy.
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As soon as the guards closed the doors behind them, Rick started to feel relatively safe. Never completely, here, but as much as he ever did--Emma didn't mean him any harm, he'd had a lot of trouble trusting that at first but by now he knew that Emma's intentions were exactly what they seemed, and she was exactly the woman that she seemed to be--so he could relax. They weren't going to be using the bed in this room, and they certainly weren't going to be using the tablets she'd been handed.
She looked at them as if they were poisonous snakes, tossing them aside and calling them silly--the guards hadn't really expected her to use them, but the thought was probably amusing to them anyway. Rick watched her cross the room, but the moment she opened the balcony his attention was there instead, feeling the breeze already washing in from the open doors. "How about some fresh air?"
"God yes." She didn't have to ask twice--he was there in a matter of moments, much more enthusiastic than he should have been about a stupid, tiny balcony. He didn't show that much visible interest in just about anything these days, if he could help it--there were people here who liked to get reactions out of him, which meant that he usually did his best to shut them down.
He was out on the balcony quickly--it wasn't much of a view, but that wasn't the point either, the point was the fresh air and the open space above and below them, it was odd how much of a difference that could make--perhaps not to everybody, but certainly to him.
"Thank you," he said again, coming to stand next to her, hand gripping the rail beside her, looking out over the part of the city that they could see from here, dusty, buildings stained with smoke--looked down at the street beneath them, he could understand why he was allowed to be in this room, there was really no good way down. "Hm, what do you think, should I jump?"
A joke--he understood that she was taking a risk even getting him out of his cell for short periods of time, and if he happened to disappear on her watch, she'd be held accountable. Hopefully she'd understand that he wasn't serious, he saw how nervous the guards made her already, he wasn't trying to scare her any further.
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Member No.: 72
Joined: 7-March 12
Watching Rick react to the open balcony brought out a smile first then a laugh. She hid the laughter behind her hand since she didn't want to offend the man from her obvious amusement at his joy. It reminded her of the children she cared for with their unadulterated joy at simple pleasures. If there was one thing that the end of the world had done for the better for people, it was the way it had given people perspective on life and a new appreciation for the smallest of joys. They had paid a hefty price for it, however.
She kept her eyes straight forward to look out into the distance, but never did her eyes straight any lower than the railing. The woman had a slight fear of heights and the drop that one would take if they fell over was not something she wanted to contemplate. It wasn't unusual for some people to throw themselves over the balcony from way up here. Living conditions could be terrible and some of the more distraught members of their broken society had careened off from the drastic heights to crumble on the ground below over the years.
Which was why Emma looked so alarmed when Rick made that passing joke. She turned to look at the captive man, her eyes wide as she examined his face for hints to whether he was serious or not. It sounded like a joke, but there had been too many times when her sense of humor didn't match that of the other person and disaster had ensued. Her hand lifted and it hovered close to Rick's wrist to grab onto him if he made any sudden movements.
"I wouldn't suggest it," She said with a nervous laugh while she tried to hide her anxiety. It was true when people said that she had a bad sense of humor. There was a very specific, niche area of humor that she found to be genuinely funny: nothing vulgar, nothing sexual, and nothing that made light of any serious matter like now.
"I mean, it'll be terribly sad if your …prince? Princess? --Comes to save you from your tower and finds you gone," The humor was forced, but she was trying to keep things light and relaxed. The last thing Emma wanted was for Rick's brief chance at relief to be marred by her own sometimes excessive anxieties. She withdrew her hand away from Rick to cross her arms over her chest. At least with her arms restrained like this she wouldn't have to worry about fidgeting.
"…Rapunzel," She added with a tiny grin in an effort to be funny though she was unsure of what effect the words might have on Rick. Emma hoped it would be of a good effect. Rapunzel had had a happy ending in the end, hadn't she? She hoped --no, knew that Rick would too.
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He hadn't been serious, but he still probably should have thought before he said that--Emma often seemed nervous, on edge, and he couldn't blame her for that, this place was enough to make anyone a little concerned, even if they were on the "right" side.
The problem was that Emma had never quite seemed like the rest of them, didn't seem to quite fit--and while that was just fine with Rick, since he didn't like the rest of them, it was probably difficult for Emma to have god forbid, a conscience and a sense of morality in what Rick generally viewed as a city full of cold, heartless bitches. The fact that she was even worried that he might be serious about jumping spoke to that--someone like Lilith would have just laughed and told him to do it, but Emma was reaching for his wrist as if she might catch him if he tried it.
I wouldn't suggest it." She sounded tense, her hand still hovering close to his wrist, which meant that she wasn't comfortable with him talking about that, and he felt a little guilty for it immediately, but not too much--his words could take on a serious edge sometime, she would know if he was trying to hurt her, and he wasn't. "I mean, it'll be terribly sad if your …prince? Princess? --Comes to save you from your tower and finds you gone …Rapunzel."
That got a laugh out of him--a genuine one, which was even rarer that the mostly-genuine smile she'd already gotten this afternoon. If her sense of humor was niche and specific, his was simply worn down, dulled to a useless flatness. That was funny, though, it was a funny thought--there had been weeks when he'd first gotten here that he'd thought someone might come after him and get him out of here, but those thoughts had been gone for a long time.
"Afraid I don't have nearly enough hair for that," he responded, turning away from the balcony and leaning back against it, folding his arms and looking at her, maybe she'd feel more comfortable without him looking over the edge like he was considering it. "And what about you, Emma, who's going to rescue you from your tower?"
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Member No.: 72
Joined: 7-March 12
The unease she had initially felt from the joke wore away as soon as she heard his laughter. The woman visibly relaxed, her shoulders falling down as if some tense cord in her body had suddenly unwound. She smiled even chuckled a bit at the thought of the captive Dust Runner getting rescued like some stereotypical damsel in distress. He hardly looked like the type that would be featured in classic Disney films, not as the heroic prince, but as the princess.
"I suppose you're right," Emma admitted with another laugh as she now imagined the man with long flowing locks of blond hair. The man would look ridiculous, especially the thought of him escaping through such an absurd means. It played off of a desperate desire, one that Emma shared too for life in the city could be suffocatingly oppressive. There was no escape and yet the thought of him escaping like that was funny to her. Perhaps it was picking at the silver lining of a very dark cloud.
Emma neatly tucked a stray blonde lock of hair behind her ear. Her gaze had shifted to the expanse of land beyond them now that she felt assured that Rick would not jump. A fragile mind like her's would surely break if she saw such a sight, saw his broken body contorted at the base of their building. The woman seemed upset for a moment as she pondered the question, but dispelled such an expression with a somewhat forced smile. Smile, yes, smile because such an expression had an uncanny way of letting people convince themselves that things were fine. Like that song from that old Charlie Chaplin film. Smile though your heart is aching; smile even though it's breaking. It was incredibly cheesy and sentimental now that she thought back on it, but Emma was not a person who claimed that she was free of such sentiments. The woman read drugstore romance novels for heaven's sake.
"Oh, I don't know," She answered at first. She had no real connections to the Vegas area. Emma had been on her way home when the disasters had started. She fiddled with the hem of her shirt as she considered it. "Who says I even need rescuing? Perhaps I am perfectly fine where I am," Emma stated with a self-assured tone.
Even if the possibility of escaping was given to her, she wouldn't leave. She had responsibilities here: growing, impressionable young children who she wouldn't dare leave in the care of some of the more psychopathic women. If not for them then Emma would have never agreed to the unspoken prices that needed to be paid for the relative comfort she had in the city namely the lives of the exiled men.
"Unlike you, I'm no damsel in distress," She teased with a playful poke at Rick's shoulder. Looks could be deceiving. Who would ever think that the man beside her would be the one in more desperate need to be set free?
"But perhaps I could be your fairy godmother," The woman grinned. "Grant your wishes with a wave of my wand," She waved her hands in the air as if she truly held a magical wand to do her bidding. "Your wish would be my command!"