Passengers: Jason & Bucky; Lucifer; Grace + maybe more later. Location: here and there Date: March 10. Summary: Bird arrives, does warden tour. Warnings: Panic attack, alcoholism, talk about death, will add as things come up
Makes him think of Bruce. A person who trusts nothing and no one. He thought otherwise for a long time. On the surface, it looked like the guy trusted a number of people but he learned. He learned, eventually. If Grayson was right about anything, and Jason really didn't wanna give him any fucking credit for anything, he was right about Bruce. To an extent, at least.
"Hard for other people around you," he corrected but didn't choose to say anything more as he grabbed some coffee and nodded back toward the door. Like her, Jason also did his own sweep of the area. Hold on, he's gonna get a second coffee just in case. "you want one?"
"I'll have one, if you're having another," Grace accepts. The weirdly bitter, unsweetened space-coffee here is barely drinkable to a palette like hers, so used to caramel syrups and whipped cream and other insane additives that make it barely coffee at all. She'd always had a sweet tooth, hence all the baking, but she'd been forced to readjust, here.
About that, and a lot of things. She tries to keep her eyes on Jason, attempting to ignore the feeling of other eyes in the cafeteria crawling on her spine, assessing the new kid, assessing her with him.
"There's always things you can trust about people, though. Personality traits you can identify, patterns of behavior people stick to. When you look close enough." Plenty of people looking closely at people, here.
Welcome to jail life, Grace. Though she's been here longer than he has, Jason had some experience with this kind of thing. It was different, Gotham didn't have Wardens but there were always those inmates who had it in good with some of the staff. It was the smart thing to do, but you don't do it too much-- want the advantages of being friendly but don't want to be a suck-up.
Problem was: he didn't fucking care, and on immediate inspection, even though this was a prison, he didn't... it wasn't like a normal prison. Though they hit that talking point before. He'd fight the whole system still, cause it was some real bullshit, but the cell life? Eh, Jason could afford to be a little more lax.
With coffee in hand, he's more than happy to head back down the hall and out of here. "Sure, it's easy to clock some people. But in places like this everyone has their own MO. Better not to forget that." A moment. "And besides, they bribe warden's to do this work, don't they?"
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"Hard for other people around you," he corrected but didn't choose to say anything more as he grabbed some coffee and nodded back toward the door. Like her, Jason also did his own sweep of the area. Hold on, he's gonna get a second coffee just in case. "you want one?"
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About that, and a lot of things. She tries to keep her eyes on Jason, attempting to ignore the feeling of other eyes in the cafeteria crawling on her spine, assessing the new kid, assessing her with him.
"There's always things you can trust about people, though. Personality traits you can identify, patterns of behavior people stick to. When you look close enough." Plenty of people looking closely at people, here.
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Problem was: he didn't fucking care, and on immediate inspection, even though this was a prison, he didn't... it wasn't like a normal prison. Though they hit that talking point before. He'd fight the whole system still, cause it was some real bullshit, but the cell life? Eh, Jason could afford to be a little more lax.
With coffee in hand, he's more than happy to head back down the hall and out of here. "Sure, it's easy to clock some people. But in places like this everyone has their own MO. Better not to forget that." A moment. "And besides, they bribe warden's to do this work, don't they?"