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Ellie Carter

Ellie makes her way back to where she woke up, as if it might give some more clues to her situation here. She's pacing around the cell circle when she sees Vincent in his cell. She pauses, then in a impulse she grabs the bars and violently rattles them.

"Hey!"

That's right, isn't he the guy who also started laughing when they woke up? Ahh, maybe they're both weirdos. She stops rattling the cell and laughs a little.

"Hey, you know the doors open, right?"

Erin | Vincent Churchwell

Maybe staying IN the cell would be for the best. Surely this would be the easiest way to avoid everyone else here, prisoners or yet to be seen wardens alike. As far as he could tell, he wouldn't even have to deal with having some kind of roommate either, how convenient. Maybe he'd even get some more shut eye, even if he'd be unlikely to accomplish Sleep right now.

…

…….

……….AND YET.

"FUCK-," Vincent yells simply as his cell door promptly rattles, visibly startling into a ridged upright position as he shuts himself up before continuing further. How eloquent.

His eyes dart forward quickly to assess who exactly was here to bother him, be it something like a warden or…

No, no, this one was Definitely another prisoner given her outfit, though how she'd managed to get her straight-jacket into that kind of shirt cut immediately perplexes him more than anything else, and he finds himself just staring at her for a moment as he processes the fact that she'd technically asked him a question.

"…I figured that out, yes, surprising as it is. As have you, clearly," he eventually gives with a sigh, broad shoulders dropping out of rigidly formal into something more defeatist than relaxed. This might as well be happening now. "Still a jail, though. I doubt we can just walk out of the building whenever either way, unless you know something I don't."

Despite saying that, Vincent makes no move to actually Leave his cell either way. If this mystery woman wants in, she can do what she wants for now.

Ellie Carter

She doesn't seem to mind him staring. If anything, she finds it funny. She stands in front of his door and gives a big shrug.

"Nah, not yet. But I don't think you'll find a way if you stay locked up in here. Everyone else has started exploring. I think we're dead though. This is probably Hell. Everyone's been voting Hell so far and you kinda look like a guy who would vote the same."

Erin | Vincent Churchwell

…He's quiet for a moment, contemplating her words solemnly, before despite himself Vincent gives a noise of amusement at that, just shy of a chuckle, though there's the hint of a dry smile in the corner of his lips too at least.

"Haah.... I find it hard to believe we'd be in heaven at the very least. I could believe purgatory to be an option if only from the aesthetics here, but if I'm here too… yeah, probably hell." Ok buddy. Joking as that probably had been, he seems like he's actually contemplating the possibility that they COULD just be dead. That wasn't even an option he'd had on the table before hearing it. Ultimately, he shakes his head as if to clear it, though.

"Still- I doubt there's an escape from this, dead or alive." And even if there was, did he really deserve to be the one to find that? Of course not.

Ellie Carter

"Damn, alright, alright. Another vote for Hell, as suspected! I don't suppose you remember what happened before you got here. No one else has been able to recall how they even got here."

She rattles his cell bars a little more. Like, just for fun.

Erin | Vincent Churchwell

NO one else had been able to remember…? That is odd, though Vincent's head still feels a little too sluggish to properly theorize why that might be. Instead, he just waits out the bar rattling to finish again before it gives him a headache, successfully not outwardly wincing this time.

"I don't remember actually traveling here at least, or my arrest. It's not that uncommon for memory to fail in stressful situations, I guess." …sure, let's go with that. Vincent gives a shrug, though doesn't like how that feels with the straitjacket and frowns a little, before ignoring it. "Other than that though, of course I remember everything else. Is the same true for you?"

Ellie Carter

She settles down with the bars rattling. She just has too much energy since waking up here.

"Now I remember doing some stuff and getting grabbed by some guys, but I don't remember being dragged here. Akemi, that stuck-up looking lady with the bun, said she could only remember being at home before this."

Then she just as quickly latches back on to what he said.

"Did you do something to get arrested? Seems like too many of us are thinking that."

Erin | Vincent Churchwell

Vincent hums lowly. Grabbed by some guys, huh? “Mmm… Were they cops? Possible for you to have been knocked out. Or just passed out.”

What exact method was truly no concern to him at the moment at least. Everything else was a bit too pressing to have it be the current Focus. He does dully note the mention of an ‘Akemi’ though, he’ll Probably remember that.

Did he Do something to get arrested though? Hah.

“Obviously. This place at least looks like a jail, doesn’t it? Regardless of if anyone here’s been falsely arrested or not.” Clearly, Vincent didn’t think his Own presumed arrest was false, though.

Ellie Carter

"Cops or guards or something! Whatever, they definitely got my ass. Now, what'd you do to get put in the slammer with a little ol' pirate like me?"

She's still hoping this is Hell, personally, but after the day (or however long its been between) she's had— she's just hopped up on the adrenaline of it all.

Erin | Vincent Churchwell

“A pirate? Fitting, considering the eyepatch,” he notes. Already, Vincent is assuming that she likely just stole something or another to end up here if she’s calling herself that, even though she could Just be referring to the eyepatch too. As for himself, though…

“…Murder,” he admits plainly, still maintaining perhaps a bit too prolonged stretch of eye contact. There was no point in shying away from the reality of that, really.

Ellie Carter

"Holy shit."

She freezes, as if in shock or even fear at such a statement— until she blurts out,

"I just killed a guy too!"

Then she pauses, running a frustrated hand through her hair.

"Or, I tried to? Shit, I don't even know if he died. If I'm dead and he's not, that would be so embarrassing. That would suck so bad."

Erin | Vincent Churchwell

What the hell kind of conversation was this turning out to be- Certainly not one Vincent thought he'd ever be having, but it might as well be happening now, given the situation. It was hind of hard to have any sort of moral high ground here when they were apparently in the exact same sinking boat, so despite learning the woman in front of him was at the very least an attempted murderer, it's not that off-putting to him either despite the way she's phrasing it.

"Mmm… 'Guess pirates do kill people too," Vincent mumbles under his breath entirely to himself, though it's still audible enough for Ellie to make out. And then, slightly louder: "Attempted murders' better than full homicide charges, so maybe you'll get lucky. …And I doubt we're actually both dead, if that helps. I was planning to turn myself in anyhow."

Ellie Carter

"Man, if I only wanted it to be an attempted murderer I wouldn't have done it in the first place! I want that fucker dead! Besides, I'm already a pirate, aren't I? Ahhh, I'm walking the plank either way. You'd better hope we're not alive. If you've been thrown in the brig with me,"

She throws her head back and laughs, perhaps the situation and mystery of it is finally breaking her.

"They're never letting this lot out."

Erin | Vincent Churchwell

Normally, Vincent might be more offput by this strange woman's nonchalance about how she much she WANTED to be a murderer, but here and now with his own recent events, he truly can't bring himself to give too much of a shit.

"I'll take my chances with you regardless- I doubt my own fate will be much better. Or, if you mean you're planning to make it a double homicide, I suppose you're welcome to try." …Unclear if that's a slight threat, or if he just has truly no regard for his own life, but he certainly is a pretty goddamn tall and broad shouldered brick of a man.

Never letting them All out, huh? Vincent closes his eyes at that and sighs, though doesn't seem upset at the idea either. Just… tired. Exhausted, even.

"Mmm… I wouldn't be surprised in my case. Good luck to the rest of you, I suppose."

Ellie Carter

The suggestion of double homicide breaks her out of the madness, somewhat.

"What, like… try to kill you?"

She laughs again at the idea, but it's a tired laugh.

"I killed him because I wanted him dead. I'm just saying if I'm an attempted murderer, I just wasted my time. Because he's not dead. And I let myself get caught. Embarrassing. Now I'm in jail and it's not even with my crew?"

She sighs deeply, tapping her fingers on the bars. It hurts to think much about that, so she turns the subject to him.

"Well, I guess you must have really hated someone too?"

Erin | Vincent Churchwell

"You have a crew? Huh, and I had assumed you were a lone sailor." Because that's totally the most important part of what Ellie just said- Vincent's not fully ignoring the rest of it though, he just doesn't feel the need to actually given an answer or comment on it.

…Vincent is quiet for a long moment at that last part, though, breaking eye contact finally to just… kind of stare at one of his cell walls for a while. Guess you must have really hated someone too?

"…I…" Was that really such a hard question to answer? Yes or no, Vincent- Clearly whatever he's thinking about is making him zone out a little again though, and it takes him quite awhile to snap back to reality. Eventually, he shakes his head, and looks halfway back to Ellie with an emotionally dead looking smile that certainly doesn't reach his eyes.

"Hate? Ahahahaha… No. But it's far too late for regrets now," he says in a low tone and mirthless chuckle. Whatever Vincent had done, he certainly didn't think he was in any sort of 'right' with it, nor were his thoughts on it… easy to parse. Weirdly, he offers a tired nod Ellie's way after a moment.

"…If nothing else, it's for the best that you have your convictions to stick by."

Ellie Carter

Okay, a little creepy. Maybe Ellie shouldn't be casually talking to the guy who admitted murder, but that just feels like it would be hypocritical.

"Right. My convictions of really fucking hating a dude."

What can she say to all that?

"Welp! I have the feeling we might be here for a while and have lots of time to think about it. Since we're in Hell."

Erin | Vincent Churchwell

Perhaps she shouldn't be! But hey, she was right that they were in this hell together.

At the very least, Vincent's demeanor returns to simple fatigue after a moment, not having the energy to keep up whatever flash of emotion That had been.

"Mmm. Hate brings its own issues. But I'm in no position to judge you." And yeah, they might be here for awhile indeed- "…Too much time to think about it, I'm sure. Since we're in Hell."

Afterwards, Vincent mumbles something indecipherable to himself, if it's even actual words at all, before going quiet for a moment and offering a nod to the women (who's name, he realizes dully, he has not actually learned yet).

"…Good luck with finding a way to climb out, I suppose."

Ellie Carter

Hate brings its own issues? Its a generic statement as anything. Issues brought its own hate, how about that. She grips the bars for a quiet moment and sighs, releasing them.

"… I dunno if I'm climbing out of these waters. I'm Ellie, by the way. You seem like a guy with some thinking to do, so I better let you get started on it."

Erin | Vincent Churchwell

Vincent gives a second, somber nod at that. Indeed, this wasn't a situation that would be easy to simply exit, no matter what kind of place they were in. Still, much as he's already made his choice to let himself sink, part of him does hope someone else might manage better.

"…I'm Vincent. And… yes, I suppose I do." He doesn't sound annoyed with Ellie in the least, just… tired, but genuine. It feels wrong to say polite phrases like 'it was nice meeting you' or 'have a good day' right about now though, so instead Vincent simply stays quiet from there, eyes cast to the floor as he sits on the end of his bed.