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[reargunner]

ᴛᴇxᴛ | ᴀᴜᴅɪᴏ | ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ | ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ



Leave a message if you want. I'll get back to you when I pick my comm up.

Or I won't.

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[reargunner]

None of your damned business what I did.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

I killed the people who were fostering me and my brothers and then set fire to the barn.

But I was fifteen, so - guess they went easy on me.

Then I went to war. Kinda wish I could have stayed in juvie, honestly.

[reargunner]

So what now? You tell me yours and I'm supposed to tell you mine?

For someone who says I don't need to trust him you're sure going out of your way to try to earn it.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Nah, mine's no fucking secret. My brother wrote a whole book about it.

I said you don't need to. I didn't say I didn't want you to.

[reargunner]

And why the fuck would you want me to.

You don't know a thing about me.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[A sigh.]

Call it a fucking hunch. That maybe we got more in common than this fucked up place. And here? That shit matters.

[reargunner]

... If I give you an in, and you fuck with me, you'll be wishing the last version of me was the one still here.

Am I making myself clear?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

I don't fuck with people like that. Never been my thing. I give a shit enough to put in this amount of effort, it's not to be a dick.

[reargunner]

[Snort.]

Fine. Might be an idea to give me your name, then.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Jacob Seed.

[reargunner]

And you know mine. [Or the one he's telling 99% of people.]

But you call me 'kid' one more time and it's going to be a problem.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Yeah? Alright then.

Don't know your real name, but I know that one everyone else knows.

And I ain't asking. Just telling you what I know.

[reargunner]

Doesn't matter if you were asking or not. What my real name is ain't anyone else's business until I tell them.

You can call me Cain just like everyone else.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Whatever you say, Cain.

[But there's a lightness to him next. No venom in his teasing this time around.]

We best friends now? Want me to braid your hair and gossip about boys?

[reargunner]

[Pffft.]

Don't push it. Said I'd give you a shot, that doesn't mean we're friends.

[He lets out a little huff.]

... They got me on jumped up trespassing charges and underage drinking. I was a thorn in their side they wanted to get rid of. [No angel, but not worth where they sent him.] I was seventeen.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

You got sent to some max space prison for trespassing?

What kind of thorn were you?

[reargunner]

Don't know anything about small town cop mentality?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Yeah, I do actually.

But that's still extreme. How long?

[reargunner]

Five years, 'til the Alliance showed up to offer me a deal to get out.

Then I went to war.

[Not as simple as that, but... there's a whole lot in there he won't even tell people he knows better than a guy he's had one conversation with.]

New Volga's a collection of colonies. They don't have a tier system for prison. Everyone gets the same one.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Efficient.

[An audible eyeroll at that.]

I'd hate inmates, too, if I got stuck in max for delinquency.

[reargunner]

[He snorts again.]

Place like that, you do what you have to do to get by.

[And perhaps now Jacob understands better why Cain doesn't easily trust his intentions.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[Trust is subjective. At least to Jacob.]

Yeah, I get it.

Anyway. You ever want a drink, hit me up. I got nothing else going on.

[reargunner]

Can't say my diary's that full either.

[And wow, he hates it.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

You gotta get a better social calendar.

[reargunner]

Never been in the habit of making friends while incarcerated. Best way to end up with a shiv in your back or worse.