Amber smiles back. He doesn't feel like it, but when your building's Key Master smiles at you, the only acceptable response is to return the smile.
If you want your innards to stay inside, that is.
"Thanks!" he cheerily says to the retreating figure, just to be sure. The woman waves and disappears into the elevator, its doors having immediately opened as she swiped her Key.
"That was close," Amber calls from the inside as soon as the department's access gap is big enough to allow his entrance. "One day she's going to stay around longer and wonder why there are two of us."
"Then you shouldn't stand there for her to see," Amber retorts angrily, unwilling to deal with his sister after a day as bad as the current one.
Amber snorts.
"Yeah, and where do you want me to hide, under the covers? Somehow I don't think that's going to cut it."
He short of drops the Government issued ration bag in her hands, willing himself to remain silent. She's understandably snarky after thirty hours of idly staying put, he knows that -- hell, he lives that every two days.
"That bad, huh?" she says with a knowing half smile, half grimace and starts preparing their meal.
"Don't go to ISSUE these next days. Scratch that, don't ever return there."
Worry is clear on her eyes but she doesn't comment. He wishes she did, though, even if he doesn't really want to explain how he got banned from the underground Bowlerama from where almost half of their income comes.
"We can't keep doing this," she eventually declares, serving all their food in the only cup they are allowed to own. "The raids, they--." Amber waits for her to continue, which she does after taking a sip. "We need to get a job."
Amber frowns, taking the cup. The thing looks horrible, but thankfully has no smell.
"There are no jobs," he says, even if he knows Amber is well aware of the situation.
"Yesterday I saw a hiring announcement," she says after he's drained the cup. "At sector ten's Bowling Mania."
"That's Government owned," he growls, both angry and surprised at her suggestion. Doesn't she know what Government owned means? Doesn't she remember?
Amber shakes her head and takes the empty cup from his hand. Then she pours in it all the drinking water they've left, which isn't much to begin with, and sips.
"It is a job," she calmly states, and offers him the remaining liquid.
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Re: Prompt 2
Date: 2011-06-02 03:49 pm (UTC)Amber smiles back. He doesn't feel like it, but when your building's Key Master smiles at you, the only acceptable response is to return the smile.
If you want your innards to stay inside, that is.
"Thanks!" he cheerily says to the retreating figure, just to be sure. The woman waves and disappears into the elevator, its doors having immediately opened as she swiped her Key.
"That was close," Amber calls from the inside as soon as the department's access gap is big enough to allow his entrance. "One day she's going to stay around longer and wonder why there are two of us."
"Then you shouldn't stand there for her to see," Amber retorts angrily, unwilling to deal with his sister after a day as bad as the current one.
Amber snorts.
"Yeah, and where do you want me to hide, under the covers? Somehow I don't think that's going to cut it."
He short of drops the Government issued ration bag in her hands, willing himself to remain silent. She's understandably snarky after thirty hours of idly staying put, he knows that -- hell, he lives that every two days.
"That bad, huh?" she says with a knowing half smile, half grimace and starts preparing their meal.
"Don't go to ISSUE these next days. Scratch that, don't ever return there."
Worry is clear on her eyes but she doesn't comment. He wishes she did, though, even if he doesn't really want to explain how he got banned from the underground Bowlerama from where almost half of their income comes.
"We can't keep doing this," she eventually declares, serving all their food in the only cup they are allowed to own. "The raids, they--." Amber waits for her to continue, which she does after taking a sip. "We need to get a job."
Amber frowns, taking the cup. The thing looks horrible, but thankfully has no smell.
"There are no jobs," he says, even if he knows Amber is well aware of the situation.
"Yesterday I saw a hiring announcement," she says after he's drained the cup. "At sector ten's Bowling Mania."
"That's Government owned," he growls, both angry and surprised at her suggestion. Doesn't she know what Government owned means? Doesn't she remember?
Amber shakes her head and takes the empty cup from his hand. Then she pours in it all the drinking water they've left, which isn't much to begin with, and sips.
"It is a job," she calmly states, and offers him the remaining liquid.