OOC: Hello everyone,
In this thread I'm basically going to be exploring Deanna- her relationship with her mother, how she deals with her mother in prison, and her settling in at St. Joe's and figuring what she wants from life. It's more getting into her skin then going through a heavy plot. I hope you all like this!
Pathfinding
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Deanna Brookes
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Re: Pathfinding
Mid July
Deanna looked up at the imposing building with it’s guard towers and chain link fences. The Zig. She hated the place- hated the look, the smell, the very feel of it. Hell, she even avoided Bricks entirely when she could. But today she was standing in the visitation line, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
She was ready when it was her turn to go inside- her forms were already filled out, listing who she was and who she was visiting. Her bag was put in the holding area, and she held out the baggie with a few magazines, which was taken and paged through by the guards before being put to the side to hand off to the person she was visiting later. Without having to be asked she walked through the medal detector and let herself be pat down, her face in a bit of a scowl.
After waiting about 20 minutes she was let into the long room. On one side were various inmates in their bright orange jumpsuits. Each was sitting across from someone, separated by glass and taking through phone. Dee couldn’t help but shudder a bit- she could feel the power dampeners lining the walls. She took her own place and looked through the glass at the older woman. Even here, without makeup and in the horrible orange, Nadia Brookes looked completely at ease and put together, her dark hair falling around her face.
Deanna picked up the phone on her end.
“Hey Mom.”
“Deanna” Her mother smiled. Like her hair, the smile was carefully perfect, as if practiced to be effective “I’ve missed you, sweetheart. How are you?”
Deanna shrugged “Okay, I guess. I’ve missed you too.” She glanced down, tracing patterns on the ledge in front of her. “How about you?”
Her mother snorted, her face moving into a bored look. “How do you think? It’s absolutely dull in here, dear.” Once again the smile returned to her face. “But I’ve have heard things about you. Like your new school.” She laughed when Dee looked up, surpised. “You’re still my daughter, they keep me somewhat updated. So… my daughter, a catholic school girl.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing or something.” Deanna leaned back in her chair, watching her mother. Trying to figure out when her mother was acting, and when she actually meant something was difficult, even after growing up with it her whole life.
“It’s amusing. I think they’re trying to counter act my ‘bad influence”” She snorted again, making it obvious she thought ‘they’ were idiots.
Again Deanna shrugged “It’s a okay place, I guess. I mean, the nun’s aren’t that bad, and it’s not like they shove the religion down your throat-“
“No, they’re shoving other things down your throat. ‘Play nice with the normals’ and ‘ it’s ‘okay’ to be different. Please Deanna, I’ve heard about that place.” Nadia scowled. A school for “gifted” kids, intent on making sure you keep yourself in check. To make you settle for less when you can be taking more.”
Deanna glared at her mother. “And we both see how that turned out for you. Damn, mom, will to stop that shit already. That what got you in this place, thinking your better then everyone and you can do whatever the hell you want.”
Nadia snorted again. “I’m here because I let myself get sloppy, nothing more.” She sighed then, shaking her head. “Look at you, Deanna, so eager to be the world’s lapdog. Playing at hero? Really?”
“How did you know-“
“Please, word gets around.”
Deanna scowled at her mother for a long moment, then shrugged “I get to beat up people and not worry about going to jail. It’s a good way to work off spare energy.”
Nadia looked over her daughter. “It’s pointless you know. All it pays is gratitude, which does not pay the bills. Why give away what you have for free?” When her daughter didn’t answer she continued. “I just want you to make the most of your life, Deanna.”
Dee was quiet for a few long moments. “I handed off some magazines for you. I gotta get going.” She started to move the phone from her ear.
“Deanna…wait…” For a brief moment the carefully kept mask was gone, and Nadia quiet, even vulnerable. “I love you, Deanna.”
Deanna looked through the glass, before nodding. “Love ya too. I’ll come visit in a bit” She pressed her hand against the glass, her mother doing the same on the other end. “Try not to die of boredom.” With that Deanna hung up, and turned out the door back towards freedom.
Deanna looked up at the imposing building with it’s guard towers and chain link fences. The Zig. She hated the place- hated the look, the smell, the very feel of it. Hell, she even avoided Bricks entirely when she could. But today she was standing in the visitation line, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
She was ready when it was her turn to go inside- her forms were already filled out, listing who she was and who she was visiting. Her bag was put in the holding area, and she held out the baggie with a few magazines, which was taken and paged through by the guards before being put to the side to hand off to the person she was visiting later. Without having to be asked she walked through the medal detector and let herself be pat down, her face in a bit of a scowl.
After waiting about 20 minutes she was let into the long room. On one side were various inmates in their bright orange jumpsuits. Each was sitting across from someone, separated by glass and taking through phone. Dee couldn’t help but shudder a bit- she could feel the power dampeners lining the walls. She took her own place and looked through the glass at the older woman. Even here, without makeup and in the horrible orange, Nadia Brookes looked completely at ease and put together, her dark hair falling around her face.
Deanna picked up the phone on her end.
“Hey Mom.”
“Deanna” Her mother smiled. Like her hair, the smile was carefully perfect, as if practiced to be effective “I’ve missed you, sweetheart. How are you?”
Deanna shrugged “Okay, I guess. I’ve missed you too.” She glanced down, tracing patterns on the ledge in front of her. “How about you?”
Her mother snorted, her face moving into a bored look. “How do you think? It’s absolutely dull in here, dear.” Once again the smile returned to her face. “But I’ve have heard things about you. Like your new school.” She laughed when Dee looked up, surpised. “You’re still my daughter, they keep me somewhat updated. So… my daughter, a catholic school girl.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing or something.” Deanna leaned back in her chair, watching her mother. Trying to figure out when her mother was acting, and when she actually meant something was difficult, even after growing up with it her whole life.
“It’s amusing. I think they’re trying to counter act my ‘bad influence”” She snorted again, making it obvious she thought ‘they’ were idiots.
Again Deanna shrugged “It’s a okay place, I guess. I mean, the nun’s aren’t that bad, and it’s not like they shove the religion down your throat-“
“No, they’re shoving other things down your throat. ‘Play nice with the normals’ and ‘ it’s ‘okay’ to be different. Please Deanna, I’ve heard about that place.” Nadia scowled. A school for “gifted” kids, intent on making sure you keep yourself in check. To make you settle for less when you can be taking more.”
Deanna glared at her mother. “And we both see how that turned out for you. Damn, mom, will to stop that shit already. That what got you in this place, thinking your better then everyone and you can do whatever the hell you want.”
Nadia snorted again. “I’m here because I let myself get sloppy, nothing more.” She sighed then, shaking her head. “Look at you, Deanna, so eager to be the world’s lapdog. Playing at hero? Really?”
“How did you know-“
“Please, word gets around.”
Deanna scowled at her mother for a long moment, then shrugged “I get to beat up people and not worry about going to jail. It’s a good way to work off spare energy.”
Nadia looked over her daughter. “It’s pointless you know. All it pays is gratitude, which does not pay the bills. Why give away what you have for free?” When her daughter didn’t answer she continued. “I just want you to make the most of your life, Deanna.”
Dee was quiet for a few long moments. “I handed off some magazines for you. I gotta get going.” She started to move the phone from her ear.
“Deanna…wait…” For a brief moment the carefully kept mask was gone, and Nadia quiet, even vulnerable. “I love you, Deanna.”
Deanna looked through the glass, before nodding. “Love ya too. I’ll come visit in a bit” She pressed her hand against the glass, her mother doing the same on the other end. “Try not to die of boredom.” With that Deanna hung up, and turned out the door back towards freedom.