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[theartofmadness]

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



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[counterstep]

"You question the officers in your prison too why they bother with having a career?" Because, really, asking why anyone has a job is fairly redundant, to Bucky, but.

"I've also been to jail, but I guess you must've gone to one where they gave you a phone and didn't make you wear a stupid looking jumpsuit, cause this ain't like any prison I've ever seen or been in. Especially being in space." A beat. "The food is probably worse here, granted."

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"Don't be a fucking smart ass. Just because this place is nicer doesn't mean it doesn't operate on the same fucking principles." Not that he fully knows what this place is like yet but Jason can't imagine it's all that different. A bunch of people keeping you in line, telling you what is right and wrong, judging you without on social bias and who knows what else. Maybe they have a quota too? Blah, blah, blah. Frankly, though, he's more comfortable in a place similar to Gotham's own luxury hotel as it were. Sure, it sucked, but it didn't pretend to be something it fucking wasn't.

Anyway, "that aside, it's your choice to become a part of the system." Hold on, wave of nausea. He bites it down and continues. "So yeah, I do question them, and you. Especially now that I know you've lived through it yourself."

[counterstep]

"You don't really expect me to spill my entire life story to you to justify whatever paranoia you have about being here right here and right now, do you?" Especially with that noted pause. He's lookin pretty peaky still, even having recovered enough to complain about things.

Gesturing with an arm, Bucky nods toward the way out. "Come on, let me take you to infirmary. Doubt you really wanna be sleeping in your own puke tonight."

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This guy. Reminding him a whole lot of Grayson right now. Giving him a hard fucking time for no god damn reason. Nah, he ain't going to the fucking infirmary but he'll get out of here. Might as well meet the new flatmates. BUT FIRST: more stink eye.

"I'm not paranoid," he absolutely is, often, even pre-death, "I just don't fucking trust you, or this place." Alright, now he's going.

[counterstep]

If anyone is giving anyone else a hard time, it's this kid, but what else is new? All the inmates act like they're entitled to the world, and apparently, nothing else is new here. Bucky doesn't bother pointing out that not trusting anything around you is basically paranoia. There's not much point trying to talk to someone who's basically plugged their ears shut.

Whatever. Idiot left his comm so Bucky will have to find him again later anyway. For now, he collects the remnants of the young man's life before and stows it away for a rainy day.

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With that, Jason storms off totally having forgotten about his comm among many other things. Hours pass, he does any number of kind of dumb things during them, and eventually, Jason finds himself in the mess hall (thankfully no longer in the under-armour, now simply... looking like his bum ass self). He recalls being told the food was sorta average if that but hunger was hunger and frankly Jason's ate worse shit.

Everything else about the whole experience was weird as hell. Well, everything was weird as hell to be honest. Though he's scarfing down some sort of burger looking thing maybe and has a coffee on the go. Just watching anyone else who came in and out; listening.

[counterstep]

Spare comm still tucked away in his jacket, Bucky's glad he spots the guy as he enters. This makes things easier. Though he planned to leave it on the new arrival's bed, there's always the chance that another inmate might steal it when no one else is really looking, and the soldier isn't particularly keen on that possibility. Grabbing his own tray of barely edible food, piled high as always given the appetite his serum works up, he ambles over purposefully before taking a seat two chair down from the young man. Some semblance of space is still better than none.

"You holding up okay?" he asks calmly, not sparing a real glance as he digs into some overly bland stir fry and rice.

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Jason feels a lot worse than he had earlier but at least the kid was eating for now. Those sharp eyes continued to watch; ears listening to whatever vague conversations he could hear until the other man seats himself. Todd notices the plate and can't help a quiet snort. "Big appetite, huh?"

Usually, he can relate--but he hasn't really hit the point of fullblown withdrawal town yet. Though his answer comes with a small shrug, "settling."