Date: 2017-01-25 06:12 pm (UTC)
unheeled: (hostility)
From: [personal profile] unheeled
There's a part of her that wants to follow the medic and make sure he isn't going to kill Maketh, but that part goes silent quickly when the bag is tossed her way. Even if she didn't know what's in it, she'd know from the weight of it. Rita opens the bag and peers inside and almost dives head first into it.

But she has been asked a question, and she needs to keep this from going badly.

"Maketh's cellmate. My name is Rita Du Clark." Now twll her she's free to go eat.

Date: 2017-01-25 09:14 pm (UTC)
unheeled: (interest)
From: [personal profile] unheeled
He's someone who has no time for bullshit, and for all that Rita is well versed in the slow dance that is dealing with businespeople, she likes Harper's style.

"It's rude to eat before your guests do, but if you insist."

It's not pretty. The brain is very much just a brain, flavorless to her, squishy. She eats it like it's a meat bun or something, using the bag for a wrapper to keep her hands clean. She hates it, but god is it satisfying. Just one bite takes the edge off, leaves her feeling more like herself, less tired, more willing to talk to a stranger who may as well be pure military.

"Fine by me. I have nothing to hide from you now that you've seen this." She gestures to him with the brain, shooting him a smirk that's less pretty than it would be without the blood on her lips.

While the medic treats Maketh, Rita eats half the brain and looks for a container to store the rest in. Now that she's something like a fugitive, she needs at least a small supply with her.

"Ready whenever you are, Harper."

Date: 2017-01-26 12:43 am (UTC)
unheeled: (hesitation)
From: [personal profile] unheeled
The extra he gives her, she puts in the container. Stock up, be safe. She's never had to do this before, prepare for the worst.

Then again, she never pictured her life going quite like this. Scratched, kidnapped, shot at, her only ally a soldier who has been sedated, leaving Rita with strangers.

Great.

Rita is ready to follow Harper to the truck when he mentions a bounty. Her slow-beating heart skips a beat, and her blood goes cold. A bounty. Someone wants her dead.

"I--" Don't lie. Rita is not going to lie. She takes a deep breath and tries again, her voice steadier where her eyes still betray that she had no idea about the extent of this. "I thought they'd be asking for a ransom, not a bounty."
Edited (typo) Date: 2017-01-26 12:43 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-01-26 03:12 am (UTC)
unheeled: (loneliness)
From: [personal profile] unheeled
Her hands tighten on thr container. Who put out a bounty on her? Fillmore Graves? Imperial Solutions? Max Rager? Probably not Max Rager, if only because inevitably that would lead to bad publicity, and they've dealt with enough of that in the past year.

Rita is a smart woman. Her father made sure of that. She might still look spooked, but she holds Harper's gaze as she nods.

"You don't succeed in business by being a good person."

Not all the time, anyway, and the richest ones are always the worst. Vaughn Du Clark is the perfect example.

Date: 2017-01-26 02:37 pm (UTC)
unheeled: (interest)
From: [personal profile] unheeled
"She spoke well of you."

For all that this has gotten a lot more dangerous than expected, Rita can at least fall back into her more usual dealings. Coversation, schmoozing -- easy things. Now that she's fed, she'll be okay.

"I have more respect for people who don't bullshit." She follows him to the truck, glancing back at Maketh once or twice. "She'll stay with me, won't she? We've gotten close. I promised to buy her a drink."

Date: 2017-01-26 11:45 pm (UTC)
unheeled: (anticipation)
From: [personal profile] unheeled
Polite? Rita smirks a little as she sits in the passenger seat. "She can be pretty rude when she wants to be."

Honesty, right, Maketh?

(And really, Rita can't blame Harper for being thorough. She has moved in with someone to keep an eye on them for the company, after all.)

"Good." A brief pause, and then she adds, "I need to get back to my dad eventually." Back to Max Rager, back to her life.

Date: 2017-01-27 07:52 pm (UTC)
unheeled: (loathing)
From: [personal profile] unheeled
Being likeable is part of her job. Good to know the virus hasn't taken that from her too.

"I might take you up on that. You want the money, which pretty much guarantees me safe passage." She shoots Harper a smirk, relaxing into her seat. They're safe for now.

The news about her father doesn't faze her, as her flat response of "I'm not surprised" gives away. He's the reason she's a zombie now. He left his only child to die at the hands and teeth of a monster rather than take the slight risk that the Romero would fight its way into the elevator if he waited just a few seconds longer. Rita tries to tell herself it doesn't hurt -- she expected this, after the incident in the basement -- but it's a lie. It still stings. She figured he cared, in his own way, but it's becoming increasingly obvious that he doesn't.

(Some part of her refuses to fully believe that. Some part of her is still a little girl who wants to be loved.

A small part of her, but a part of her nonetheless.)

"He'll have me locked up, but at least I'll be fed." She'll be angry but not paranoid. It's something.

Date: 2017-01-28 07:34 pm (UTC)
unheeled: (distrust)
From: [personal profile] unheeled
The rich are more than just eccentric, but Harper is not wrong. Some are also careless, mainly the ones born into this life and who live off the interest their bank accounts generate. Rita is pragmatic by virtue of watching her dad grow his company and learning how to maintain it herself. You don't succeed in business if you're nothing but a dreamer.

"I'll be fine for a few days on one meal." A week maybe, but that's pushing it. "I saved the extra. I should be fine for longer."

That should give her more than enough time to prepare to walk back into Max Rager, to figure out what she's going to say to her dad. She won't kill him -- now is not the time for a change in CEO at the company, not with Max Rager in need of strong leadership to get them through the bad publicity from the leaked memo -- but she can't just let him off scott-free.

"Who wants me dead?"

Date: 2017-01-31 04:14 pm (UTC)
unheeled: (pride)
From: [personal profile] unheeled
She mutters a curse under her breath, though at what, even she's not sure.

"I'm sure it will be."

There's not much else to say beyond that. No bullshit, no small talk. Unless Harper has more to discuss, Rita will stay quiet until she and Maketh are as safe as they'll be.

The accomodations are nice, at least, but she doesn't comment on that.

"So when will she be okay for that drink?"

Date: 2017-02-01 02:34 am (UTC)
unheeled: (hostility)
From: [personal profile] unheeled
"I won't wait forever."

He can think up whatever reason he wants as to why.

"If we're still far from the hotel, I'm going to get some sleep." She doesn't need the sleep, but she wants to stop thinking for a while. It's a stupid move in this situation, though, and she's very much aware Harper knows that. It's a show of trust or recklessness or both. "Unless you want to grill me for information?"

Date: 2017-02-02 05:12 pm (UTC)
unheeled: (pride)
From: [personal profile] unheeled
It's not long, but she does sleep, a dreamless slumber that recharges her somewhat. She wakes like he flipped a switch, conscious within seconds and not groggy despite the shit these past past few days.

"VIP parking. Nice. I wouldn't settle for less."

Date: 2017-02-04 11:16 pm (UTC)
unheeled: (interest)
From: [personal profile] unheeled
"It sure does. You won't have to deal with me staging a jailbreak out of a dump."

She doesn't say more than that, just follows along as Harper and his men take Maketh and Rita up to the room he's booked for them.

"Room" is something of an understatement, she finds out soon enough It'll be more than enough to keep her comfortable until things quiet down and arrangements can be made for her to get back to Max Rager, where she'll once again be forced to endure the so-called comforts of a lab prison.

"I'm guessing room services goes on your tab?"

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