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[observingfate]

[You're in a prison cell.

Perhaps you did something terrible that deserves the sentence. Or maybe it was a cover-up, and you don't know why you're here. Or maybe you have a reason to be here. Whatever it is, you can only see one small window that is barred (don't even try to fit through it), and the brick walls that seem pretty impenetrable to the regular person. The steel door behind you? Heavy and bolted shut. It seems this room is definitely meant for the isolated.

However, you're not alone. In front of you is a young (but strangely beautiful) man who is wearing a smile to greet you with. Even his eyes suggest a hint of warmth to your arrival. Despite the dirty, dreary atmosphere, his clothes stands out pretty well considering their completely white and clean.

This situation seems unusual.]

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[overfull]

[Honestly, there isn't really any telling what she's done. At the absolute best it's temporary confinement, a slightly different imprisonment to put a little fear in her until her father comes home, at the worst she's committed a crime bad enough to actually be jailed, or she's here as an interrogative measure. Whatever it is it doesn't seem like it's affected her demeanor at all - she sits down in the cell with the grace she was trained to have and smiles back bright and cheerful and sunny, like they may as well have met on a street outside.

After all, what's the difference between a cell or a city, or a containment or a punishment or being used as a tool? There's no reason for her to look upset.]

Good day, Sir.

[observingfate]

[It's probably because someone wants to make Victor's blood vessels pop, lbr. Imagine that interrogation tho.

But there are two places to sit so in this scenario, the two of them are facing each other. Huey's eyes look straight at her, obviously intending to be polite and not ignore her existence. It might also be to see if she is the type that is easily intimidated or not. A glance of her expression would assume the answer is "no" though.]

Is it? It does seem like it, doesn't it? At least, the skies are relatively clear, and it's not raining.

[He nods towards the window.]

You know, it's not everyday I get visitors. In fact, it's been some years. Knowing that, I guess this is in fact a "good" day for me, at least.

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I see...

[There's no reason not to, so she meets his gaze head-on. Her smile is still plastered onto her face, but looking at her directly it's easy to realize, even in this Elmer-less environment, that it's completely fake. Her eyes stare straight at what's in front of her, neither intimidated or as overjoyed to visit as she might've seemed at first - just neutral. Just absorbing the information they take in, while the corners of her mouth are turned upwards in what she has evidently only really heard about as a smile.

She wonders about his life down here, though, and she can't help but feel a little kinship. How man years has it been? He doesn't look old enough to have gone as long as she did without visitors.]

Yes, I see. If that is the case, then I suppose that I shall visit you daily. It is far preferable for every day to be a good day.

[Does she actually know what that means? Who knows.]

[observingfate]

[He quirks an eyebrow, an act of surprise at such a bold statement.]

You don't even know who I am, but you've made yourself a rather large promise. Are you sure you should make those kind of promises easily? I might get disappointed, you know.

[There is something rather peculiar about this girl. It becomes a little less mysterious as to why she is there as those who wear a fake expression so easily are sometimes the most dangerous. However, that sort of curiosity lasts only for a second.

There are more important things to question.]

Excuse me though, my name is Huey Laforet.

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Is it bold? I hadn't considered it so.

[No reaction at first, then, a little belatedly for the surprise she's trying to convey, she tilts her head.

Then, when he introduces herself, she gives a small, polite nod.]

If you would like, you could refer to me as Elaine Felkin. [Because it's her name. She sort of idly wonders if, since she's introducing herself to someone she may or may not be stuck with for a while, she should use her real name, but. Too late.] As you may see, we're now acquainted, and as such my promise has become valid.