Day 61: Recreation Field (Shift 2)

[complicatedliar]

Loki wasn't entirely thrilled about returning to the recreation field, though he supposed it would be nicer during the day. And without the annoying presence of Riku. Some fresh air would likely do him good; that was what Sif and Thor had always claimed right before they dragged him out of the library.

He wasn't entirely certain if that was a pleasant thought or not. It was still far too mixed up and painful.

He was allowed to go back to his room and pull out every bit of warm clothing he had, bundling up as much as he could. As he followed the nurse out into the field, he also wondered if this meant he would miss out on the greenhouse, since he'd arranged to meet Soma after lunch. That had priority, of course, but he did find plants interesting. At least it was good to know there were activities they were forced to participate in during the day that weren't as horrifically painful as, say, what the music room would indicate.

Good to know that as prisons went, it wasn't all just torture, torture, torture. Some variation was good for the mind.

He wandered along the crunchy, dead grass, for now steering clear of the few other patients. The air felt much better during the day, smelled much better to him as well as he sniffed at it. even if it was cold enough to make his nose hurt. It reminded him uncomfortably of Jotunheim, and...

But at least here, there was sunlight. He wasn't trapped in that dark place as sometimes was in his nightmares.

Loki stopped about halfway down the field, tilting his head back to take in the thin sunlight, his eyes slipping shut.

[Here, angel angel angel... :D Castiel!]

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[pinkman]

With his eyes downcast and his mind somewhere else, it took him a second before he noticed the other dude, but he stopped where he was and blinked up at the person approaching him. He was tall, maybe a little bit older than Jesse and he had some kind of suave look about him. Even the way he spoke was all polite and shit.

Giving him a once-over before responding right away, Jesse then rubbed at his eyes and shook his head. What was the point in pretending? He was new here, but maybe this guy wasn't.

"Nah, man," he replied, bluntly. "I mean, I ain't no pussy, but this place blows."

[it is very much appreciated! <3]

[thesadist]

Daemon gave a slow blink, since he understood the words well enough, but it took him a moment to translate the meaning. Or at least, what he thought was the meaning.

His lips twitched, a hint of a wry smile playing about the corner as he inclined his head. "Yes, I believe that's a very accurate word for it," he drawled, his tone dry. Golden eyes narrowed momentarily, studying the younger man thoughtfully. "Are you new here?" he wondered, guessing it was either that or the male had just had a particularly bad night. It was harder for him to tell now. Everyone looked new these days.

[pinkman]

"Guilty as charged," Jesse muttered while he unconsciously checked his pockets for a cigarette before he remembered he didn't have even that. Instead he chewed on his bottom lip to keep the nicotine addiction at bay and curled his fists inside his coat pockets, the cold weather biting at his fingertips. It was too cold.

Where the fuck were they? He still didn't know. Though he was obviously distracted and uncomfortable, he didn't want to look like he was about to have some breakdown on his second day to someone who'd probably been here much longer. So he rolled his shoulders back, squinted up at him and asked.

"How long have you been in for?"

[thesadist]

The challenges of explaining his separate stints here seemed a little much to a newcomer, and wasn't something even he could fully understand yet, so Daemon settled with a simple, "A while."

He rocked back on his heels, speculating a moment. "It gets tricky to keep track of time here after a while. There's not a whole lot that breaks up the routines from day to day, other than occasionally a weekend pops up unexpectedly. Have you gotten the rundown on this place yet?" The male didn't look harried enough to have just woken up, so Daemon figured it was safe to guess he had.

Then he realized he was skipping a few steps and reluctantly tugged his hand from his pocket and out into the cold air, holding it out to the younger male. "I'm Daemon, by the way."

[pinkman]

Yeah, that made sense. Actually, he didn't know how anyone who'd been here a while wasn't completely out of their mind, but this guy seemed put together enough. That made him either a motherfuckin' beacon of hope or already insane enough not to care. Since things were looking grim, Jesse chose to put him in the former category, for now.

"Yeah, I've had some help with the gist of it," he replied and dug his hand out for the greeting. The chilly air meant that he was especially conscious of the warmth of another person's skin. Jesse shook the taller man's -- Daemon's, that was a pretty cool name but he would have no idea how to spell it -- hand twice before burying his own back in the warm nest of his pocket.

"Jesse Pinkman." He paused for just a second. "So, d'you know a lot about how things work around here?"

Testing the waters with the vaguest question possible.

[thesadist]

"Jesse," Daemon echoed, giving the man a slight nod as he committed the name to memory. "Good to meet you, despite the less-than-ideal situation," he added, wry tone returning.

"And I do, somewhat," he answered honestly. "At least what I've learned in my time here. Is there something in particular you want to know about?' Daemon asked, giving him a curious look.

[pinkman]

"Same here," he crooned, returning the sentiment with a brief smirk. Forging relationships in less than ideal circumstances -- hell, he could look at it as practice for work. If he ever worked again.

After pretending to stretch and check over his shoulder, Jesse huddled in a little closer and lowered his voice to just above a whisper. This was unfamiliar territory, and not only did he not want the staff to overhear him, but he had a feeling he might offend someone around here just by asking. "Sort of..."

"Do you know anyone around here who deals? Like, smuggles booze or smokes or anything like that?"

[thesadist]

The briefest look of surprise flickered over Daemon's face at this before he gave a faintly wry smile and shook his head. "If there is, I don't know about it. At least not here. On weekends, we are sometimes escorted to a nearby village and there is a place to attain such things there, I believe. Although there may be some..." he trailed off, trying to recall who he'd spoken to about this recently. Ah. That's right.

"There's a man here who goes by the name of Badou. He spoke of them as well. Smokes, at least. I don't know if he's found a way to find them or not, but it couldn't hurt to ask? As for alcohol, I haven't heard any mention of that. I'd just be happy for some damned coffee," he added with a roll of his eyes, giving the building behind them an annoyed stare.

[pinkman]

There was no other way to deal with this stress. Jesse didn't even realize how much it was on his mind, pretty much from the second he knew he was trapped here, but it was true that he was thinking about precious little else. Like a tape looping around in his mind over and over, and this new environment was similarly stifling and freeing. There was no one here to force him to stay clean.

So he listened intently, his interest far from casual. He kept mental notes (a nearby village where he could "attain such things", hell yeah), memorized the name-drops and sighed to himself by the time Daemon was finished.

"You know what? Coffee sounds good too," Jesse admitted. "Anything to get though these nights, you know what I'm sayin'?"

[thesadist]

Daemon's grimace was sympathetic and understanding. "I think everyone would know what you're saying, after having spent a night here. Although I'm not sure coffee would help you get through the nights, more to recover the next morning," he quipped, a hint of humor in his eyes now as he glanced over at Jesse. "For nights, it's best to find a big weapon or someone that knows how to use one. Or both. That helps too."