Well, half of us are inmates, and most wardens don't seem to have much they need to escape to. [Shrugs] So that just leaves the outdoorsy types. Arthur does literally go camping in here sometimes.
Mmhmm. Certainly not mine, though. Being out in the countryside makes me jumpy as fuck.
[She glances aside at the magazine. Miley Cyrus and her latex two-piece at the panned 2013 VMAs. One Direction premiere tickets. 856 Beauty and Fashion Ideas: never get tagged in the same outfit twice!]
[She misses the countryside. Or, really, she misses Dina and JJ, but Tess is really the only person here who knows about them and Ellie isn't very much inclined to share that much about her personal life with anyone else.]
Before Jackson it was unimaginable. But I didn't really see a lot of... movies and magazines, and no one really spoke to me about this stuff. [She shrugs, magazine moving with it.] There was more... stuff, there. You could choose what clothes you liked because soldiers weren't just throwing whatever at you, and people shared their movie and music collections. Books and magazines, too. But this shit does still read like fiction.
Yeah. Your room certainly had a lot more than we ever had in the QZ.
[Things get burned for warmth. Thrown away in some struggle to move on. Confiscated. Broken from overuse.]
You're lucky, in a way. You didn't have to learn to live without all this. It doesn't seem like something worth missing, but it's really just that life was easy enough that you had time to worry about how you looked in a bikini.
[Getting her into a swimsuit that was one piece was a feat. A bikini? Ellie would be running for the hills. Turning in her seat, she peers over the back of the sofa as Tess disappears into the hall.
Damn, that was fast. Couldn't be that quick in real life.]
[Certainly not. Tess greets the creepy Enclosure-generated delivery man, going through the routine: passing around the debit card terminal, paying out, tips, the little fumble to take a whole stack of pizzas with a couple smaller boxes on top and a bag of sodas. She nudges the door closed with her foot.
It smells fucking heavenly and the cardboard is hot against her hands, but that just puts her in a better mood. She heads off to the kitchen.]
You know, a lot of these places used to have guarantees that it'd be there in thirty minutes or it'd be free.
[Ellie only takes one. But she's planning on one of each, as well as cheesecake and soda. She's not sure if she can barf up fake food... and doesn't really want to find out in front of Tess.]
I heard people would use ranch dressing with pizza?
[Joel told her. Sarah would slather it on most things, if she wasn't using ketchup.]
[Tess is taking a big bite when Ellie says that, and she grins around her mouthful and sets her slice down just to go to the fridge and root around inside. She finds a bottle of ranch and a bottle of caesar and brings them back.]
Yeah, you dip the crust in different sauces. I should have ordered some, but this'll do.
[Taking the ranch, she squeezes out way too much onto her plate, but whatever. Fake food. No reason to feel bad about waste. Then, she takes a bite of the pineapple pizza, trying not to end up with toppings all over her shirt as the cheese slips and slides over the sauce. A smaller bite would have been a better idea, but with new foods, she's not much better than a toddler.]
[But good! Ellie, a pineapple on pizza fan. Go figure. She chews, swallows, and reaches for a soda. She can feel sauce on the corner of her mouth, and uses her sleeve to wipe it, ignoring the napkins included with the meal.]
[Ellie, guard lowered, takes it under the assumption that any fizz would be mild. So, naturally, it goes right up her nose and she coughs, spluttering, and being much more dramatic than need be.]
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[Ellie picks up one of the magazines from the coffee table and flips to a random article and photo spread. "Simply sexy make up." Stupid.]
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[She glances aside at the magazine. Miley Cyrus and her latex two-piece at the panned 2013 VMAs. One Direction premiere tickets. 856 Beauty and Fashion Ideas: never get tagged in the same outfit twice!]
All that must seem unreal to you.
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Before Jackson it was unimaginable. But I didn't really see a lot of... movies and magazines, and no one really spoke to me about this stuff. [She shrugs, magazine moving with it.] There was more... stuff, there. You could choose what clothes you liked because soldiers weren't just throwing whatever at you, and people shared their movie and music collections. Books and magazines, too. But this shit does still read like fiction.
[Everything was so much more relaxed.]
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[Things get burned for warmth. Thrown away in some struggle to move on. Confiscated. Broken from overuse.]
You're lucky, in a way. You didn't have to learn to live without all this. It doesn't seem like something worth missing, but it's really just that life was easy enough that you had time to worry about how you looked in a bikini.
[The doorbell rings, and Tess gets to her feet.]
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Damn, that was fast. Couldn't be that quick in real life.]
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It smells fucking heavenly and the cardboard is hot against her hands, but that just puts her in a better mood. She heads off to the kitchen.]
You know, a lot of these places used to have guarantees that it'd be there in thirty minutes or it'd be free.
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That sounds stressful as fuck. Speeding pizza delivery drivers.
[She's not even looking at Tess. Just the boxes.]
Man, that smells amazing.
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[She unstacks all the boxes on the counter and then goes to the cupboard for plates. She slides one down the countertop to Ellie. ]
Trust me, if it tastes even half as good as it smells, then it's still going to be amazing.
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So this one is the controversial one?
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[She's taking two slices of it immediately.]
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I heard people would use ranch dressing with pizza?
[Joel told her. Sarah would slather it on most things, if she wasn't using ketchup.]
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Yeah, you dip the crust in different sauces. I should have ordered some, but this'll do.
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Easy. Don't choke.
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[But good! Ellie, a pineapple on pizza fan. Go figure. She chews, swallows, and reaches for a soda. She can feel sauce on the corner of her mouth, and uses her sleeve to wipe it, ignoring the napkins included with the meal.]
This good?
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[And it tastes like pure nostalgia for Tess.]
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Jesus! That's strong!
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It's carbonation. You'll get used to it! It's like drinking TV static.
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[Nose running, too. Ellie at least grabs a napkin to blow her nose, a smile hidden behind it. This is kinda fun.]
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To think we all used to drink this by the liter.
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[Why does everything hurt her but kinda taste good.]
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[But it's so good, even if it makes her teeth feel fucking atrocious.]
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[She says, before trying another sip. It's like a kid tasting alcohol for the first time.]
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[ Says the almost-forty year old vicariously reliving her teens through soda.]
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