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Jimmy Novak ([personal profile] empty_vessel) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2017-05-09 11:38 pm

An Inquiry

Who: Jimmy and Foster
What: A friendly conversation over lunch.
Where: Cave Jail
When: Backdated to Day 92



Jimmy played it off as bringing Foster something to eat. Bringing the prisoner his daily meal and all that. He'd even packed something for Foster. Grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato, tucked away in his bag with a few bottles of water. (Foster had kind of stuck out as one of the ones always going for the vegetarian options in the cookhouse lines.)

Honestly, though, he was curious. What had prompted Foster to go that far off the rails like that? Sure, somebody could do little stupid stuff for giggles, but something as big as putting the whole carnival at risk? Jimmy was wondering if there was an ulterior motive. And there's only one way to find out.

He'd asked permission from Sans, only to be told 'If that's how you wanna waste your life, go for it.' So here he is. About to head into the cave where Foster's being held. Wish him luck.

control_freak: (Take my arm that I might reach you)

[personal profile] control_freak 2017-05-20 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
The only thing about to experience violence is those sandwiches.

At least, if Foster can bring himself to take them. Which he's--

On the one hand--holy fuck, he is so fucking hungry. But there are layers to his reluctance: mistrust, a suspicion that's part hope, part fear--that Jimmy's magnanimity has an ulterior motive; worthlessness, the awareness that he's undeserving of generosity, of kindness, of eating; a perverse, reflexive instinct to do exactly the opposite and not eat, to deny himself food--because he's not hungry, because he isn't allowed to eat, because he's still looking to die and starvation is, in fact, one way to do it.

He moves, abruptly, to take the sandwiches, then stops, pulling his hands back, conflict visible on his face.

If, you know. Jimmy can even see it. He's literally drooling--not that surprising, if you know him, but he forces himself to look away from them, every muscle fibre in his body ready to follow the first impulse he can decide on--but he doesn't move.

"..................no." His answer is so profoundly delayed that it's impossible to tell if it's a refusal or a confirmation of Jimmy's suspicions.