G is for Getting to Know You, Getting to Know All About you

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank groaned and stared up. At least, she was fairly certain that it was up. The whole direction thing was a little fuzzy, what with their keeping their lighting on weird rotations. Which really would've bothered Frank if it hadn't been for the whole fact that she was already getting more sleep and rest than she had back at the Academy. The problem wasn't that, it was food.

And Isolation, a bit. She guessed. Frank did get bored easily, and they hadn't exactly left her with a lot to do. But they did seem to like to leave them with someone else at the least, which gave Frank someone to talk to. Or sing to. After all, she wanted to keep their spirits up and junk. Now she'd gotten stuck with Trevor, who was the person she knew the least. Well, they were stuck here now, so she guessed they might as well get to know each other a little better. And there were so many ways to do that. They could talk. They could play twenty questions. They could probably have done charades if they had some light.

But Frank figured that they needed to break the ice first. So she turned and looked at where she knew that Trevor had last been, squinting into the dark to make sure she was at least addressing the right direction. Someone seemed to be there, and it wasn't like they were leaving agents in here or something. Which meant that Frank could totally begin breaking the ice, getting to know even more about Trevor, and she knew just what to do:

"Wanna have sex?"

[Trevor Paige]

Trevor squeezed his eyes shut as Frank shifted to look in his general direction. That usually meant the girl was going to talk. Trevor found her pretty enough when she was silent but, by god, she was so exhausting when her mouth opened.  He didn't want to play tic-tac-toe (not that he knew how they would), he didn't wish to play truth or dare, and he didn't think it was feasible to create a game of 'Go Fish' using the small pebbles and debris that were scattered about.  Her latest request cause his eyes to shoot open. Slowly he turned to look at the girl.  Surely she must have been joking.

"Yeah, sure, Frank."  Trevor replied with a roll of his eyes.  He didn't get how some people responded to situations like this with humor.  Of course, he'd spoken with Frank before and knew all too well that the girl was 99% humor, or at least attempts at it.  Why would this situation be any different?  With a shake of his head he actually let out a bit of a chuckle.  Hell, maybe she was onto something.  "How do you wanna do it?"  He said with a trace of sarcasm touching his voice.  "Against the stone wall or on the stone floor?"

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Welllll, I'm thinking that the floor would probly be best. We should out our clothes and that one sack they give us in the corner as a blanket type thing and then sort of do it that way. No offense, but you don't look like you could really hold me up, and I get really---waaaaaait," Frank sat up, which took a lot of effort, and then pointed at Trevor. "You're totally pulling my leg, aren't you Trevor? You and your crazy sense of humor," she giggled and then laid back down, finding that the whole sitting up thing just wasn't working out for her. Room kept spinning and all.

Frank stretched out her leg. Nothing really hurt; for some reason, she seemed to be in better shape than the others. Maybe they just figured that starving her out was going to work just fine, since, well, in that respect Frank did not look as good. It hadn't been long, but most of the chub had already gone out of her cheeks, and the usual merry look in her eyes had this strange dingy tint to it.

"Well, you keep shooting down all my other ideas," she said, twisting to look up at Trevor, "and we do have all the matching parts. I mean, I offered to make out with Erika and stuff, but I think she was too sober or something," Frank sighed and settled back down, staring at the ceiling. "I'm not even sure that I've got enough energy to really have sex, but I was kind of figuring that you could just sort of be on top and stuff. I react well, honest," Frank turned and smiled at Trevor, her eyes dancing. Even she knew this whole thing was at least a little ridiculous, but if they didn't at least try to keep a positive outlook, well...

[Trevor Paige]

As Frank rattled on her thoughts for how the dubious coitus would materialize Trevor lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. Could she really be this dense? Did she not realize how ludicrous of a suggestion it had been or even sense the dripping sarcasm in his reply? Of course not. This was Frank Cox we're talking about. Frank didn't just march to the beat of her own drum. She'd removed the entire rhythm section and replaced it with kazoos and slide whistles.

Eyes still closed Trevor nodded when the nature of his reply had finally been realized. "No, Frank." He said with a groan. "I am not going to lose my virginity here. To you." The nose pinch turned into a facepalm as he rubbed his cheeks and forehead before scratching lightly at the back of his head. He allowed his head to tilt backward and rest against the cold stone of the wall he was seated against. Why hadn't they taken Frank instead of Erika? Or, hell, he'd almost rather they had taken him.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Say whaaaaa-? You're a virgin? For realsies?" Frank turned to look at Trevor, disbelief etched on her face. "A cutie like you hasn't lost it? I totally had thought that you'd be a straight up pimp or something, what with all your super shady business dealings and stuff. Plus you're kinda cute; I mean, that's part of why I was all like 'we should totally do it'." Frank gestured in the air, mimicking what she apparently thought doing it would look like. "But I'm guessing that you've got all this self-control and stuff so you're waiting for just the right person, huh? That's cool. I can respect that."

Frank nodded and settled back down, at least for now. She folded her arms over her chest and stared at the ceiling for a while, moving her feet back and forth, kind of sort of wiggling about. "Could we maybe play a game or something? I'm, like, stupid hungry right now, and I'm betting we could use something to take our minds off, well, you know, all this stuff," Frank waved a hand before settling back down. She could swear she heard her stomach gurgle. She couldn't remember being this hungry in, well, forever. She'd been rich and pampered for most of her life, and ever since getting her power, she'd had a nearly constant source of food. Now, though... now Frank's stomach felt like it was supposed to eat its way through the rest of her body.

[Trevor Paige]

Trevor chuckled faintly at Frank's reaction. He was used to it by now. There was no religious, moral, or ethical reason Trevor hadn't had sex at his age. He wasn't shy around girls and had nearly completed the trip around the baseball diamond on many occasions with his share of partners but never quite had the desire to step on home plate. To Trevor the thrill was in the curious social dance that happened before two people usually hopped into the sack together. Getting to know someone, shameless flirting, it was all largely innocent and didn't matter in the long run. Trevor had no doubt he could've had a few notches on his bedpost by now if he so desired and that was all the confirmation he needed.

Offering a sympathetic sigh he looked to the blonde girl beside him. Lost in her manic energy was the fact that she probably wasn't as stupid or ignorant as he may have treated her. He frowned a little, a bit sorry at his responses to her offers for games or sex. Everyone handled stress differently and Frank's reaction was to keep herself occupied at any cost. He could understand that. Nodding a little he finally relented. "Alright Frank." He said giving the girl a small but genuine smile. "What kind of game do you think we could play to pass the time?"

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank's mind did work differently than most people. She genuinely wanted everyone to be happy and cheerful, therefore she worked as well as she could to accomplish that result. True, she did it in some part for the attention, loving it when people showered her with affection and love and all, but she genuinely wanted to make the world a better place, if only for the people that came in contact with her. Didn't stop her from being a teenage girl with the normal thoughts and worries; she just chose not to dwell or think on them nearly as much as the rest of the world. It worked for Frank, and she saw no reason to change it now.

Well, beyond the fact that it felt like her stomach was attempting to melt her backbone, maybe.

"Well, obviously we can't play doctor or anything that involve us getting naked," she said, giggling a little as she ended. "Twenty questions is pretty much the standard. We could also try some kind of truth or dare or some--" she had to pause as her stomach gurgled. Frank giggled and wiggled a little closer to Trevor. "That's my stomach. I'm really hoping they start giving me some more food soon. Otherwise," she got a serious expression, dropping her voice low, "I'll have to eat someone," she giggled almost immediately after, which no doubt ruined the illusion entirely.

[Trevor Paige]

Trevor watched as the girl scooted closer and offered a bit of a smile. In a roundabout way the girl had accomplished her mission. The burdens of the days leading up to their abduction and the hell they'd been put through since weighed heavily on everyone. It was easy to think the cheeriest one of them all didn't care. Trevor now saw that as false. Frank was doing what she does best for everyone else's sake.

He hadn't gotten the chance to respond to Frank's game suggestions before she tried to go creepy on him. Naturally the thinly veiled facade was broken the moment she started giggling. After looking at her a moment Trevor couldn't help but laugh himself. Slowly but surely he was warming up to the girl who'd annoyed the piss out of him previously. "Either one of those games is fine, Frank." He said sighing a bit as the laughter died down. "You go ahead and pick."

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank noticed the sigh, which just rallied her determination all the further. She scooted and wiggled till she was sitting next to Trevor, leveling herself up till she was resting on her elbows beside him. This close, she could see that he looked rather the worse for wear. True, she didn't know him nearly as well as the other two they were stuck with. But for a change, Frank had this urge to just outright ask him, ask if he was okay or ask if she could do anything. She smiled at him though, looking up, her eyes twinkling a little.

"Twenty questions is probly the way to go. Nice and easy and we don't have to moooove," she said, though ironically she moved a little closer. "So you wanna be the person asking the questions or something? Oh, no, I should ask questions because I'm totally awesome at this," she tapped Trevor on the leg and then settled in, folding her arms over her chest. "Sorry, I'd totally sit up and junk but it's just so exhausting. You'd think I could totally fold my body and junk since there's probably nothing in my stomach; I actually think that my tummy's all eating away at things and I'm gonna end up spitting acid or something instead. Now that would be freakin' awesome. You guys can just point me at the door and I'll vomit our way outta here. Do you got an idea of what you want me to guess at yet?" She looked up at him, obviously either not caring or possibly not noticing that she'd yet again switched conversation topics on a dime.

[Trevor Paige]

Ugh, that's right. Twenty questions was the one where you had to think of some random thing and the other person had to try and guess what it was. Wonderful. With his mind swimming with so many incoherent thoughts the mere idea of trying to come up with something, let alone attempting to deduce what insanity Frank would offer, gave Trevor a headache. He really wished they could just sit and talk without having to play any games. Of course, talk for Frank usually meant her getting in about twenty words to Trevor's one, and that wasn't too appealing either.

To remedy the situation, Trevor proposed a compromise. "I can't think of anything worthwhile." He said with a shake of his head. "Why don't we go with the other game you suggested, truth or dare." On the surface it seemed farcical to even consider it. Trevor had never played the game before but he knew many different variations, most of which involved alcohol. His hope was that neither of them had the energy to do anything so 'dare' would probably be avoided altogether. And 'truth' would at least leave a window for him to talk. The game's structure may be loose, but it was there nonetheless and would, hopefully, serve to curb Frank's ramblings. Anyway, Trevor would probably be able to answer personal questions (or come up with them for Frank) much more easily than he could pick or guess a random thing.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Couldn't think of anything, not that Frank found that hard to believe. she let out a little "aww" and gently padded Trevor on the leg. "Don't worry about it, we don't have to play that one if you don't wanna. Heck, I guess we could just talk or something if you need that. I just figured that you probably did that with Erika or something, since you two seem real tight and junk," Frank shrugged, "and you really look like you could use a game or something to get your mind off all this. It's not like people aren't gonna notice us. I'm, like, everywhere, and Erika's super important. Solkat's got a girlfriend and, uh... well, I'm sure someone's worrying about you too. Maybe you hook some people up with drugs no the regular or something?

"That's it!" she said, clapping her hands against the floor and grinning, "we'll have a swarm of druggies and Erika's spurned loves come rushing in and save us any time now. It'll be the epic battle for the ages! Mutant's tweaking for their next high right alongside the slobbering, horny masses," Frank waved her hand, as if she could visibly paint the awesome picture that was no doubt awaiting them. She lowered her hand and looked to Trevor. "Though we could play truth or dare if you wanted, I guess."

[Trevor Paige]

Trevor could do little more than wait as Frank unleashed her usual avalanche of random thoughts, suggestions, questions without answers, and the occasional question with an answer.  That was the usual MO when dealing with the overly excited, incessantly bubbly girl.  He supposed it could have been worse.  He never really liked Frank, she just talked to much for his tastes, but he didn't particularly dislike the girl either.  He just preferred to keep any of their interactions as brief as possible.  As an unwilling partner in some unexpected, possibly horrific situation such as this?  Frank might not be so bad.

"Talking is just fine."  Trevor wasn't even sure he cared what they talked about at this point.  Frank could ramble on about squirrels that fart pixie dust and it'd make no difference.  At least she was someone to talk to that wasn't doom and gloom all the time.  He offered her a bit of that smirk of his as he glanced her way.  "Is that all I am to you?"  A light chuckle made it out as well.  "Just some shady guy running around selling drugs?"  Naturally, why would she consider him as anything else? It wasn't as though they hung out a lot under less than dubious circumstances.

One thing in the cavalcade of words Frank sent his way did catch Trevor's attention.  His brow furrowed some as he glanced down.  It wasn't that he cared, but curiosity had a habit of getting the best of him.  "Hey, you know Erika, well, better than I do."  He started, still largely unsure of why he was about to ask the question on his mind.  "All the rumors about her and her 'guy friends', you know what I mean?"  He frowned a little to himself before turning an inquisitive, curious eye to the girl next to him.  "Are they true?  I mean, the rumors make her out to be kind of a, uh..." Trevor then trailed off as he tried to finish his sentence in as tactful and at least marginally non-offensive way as possible.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Talking I can do," replied Frank, adding a little giggle. It didn't quite have her usual manic energy, and she had to wince as she finished, as if that little burst of air had let out too much badly needed energy. She kept her attentions on Trevor at his question, and again found herself letting out a little giggle, this one a little more vigorous than the last. "Wellll, not just drugs an' stuff. But it's not like you ever show up at any of the parties or anything. People do talk about you being a bit of a player or anything, buuut, well," Frank shrugged. They'd kind of already come to the conclusions about that, and Frank wasn't big on rolling about in something they'd already mentioned.

"oooh, you've got serious-face," said Frank, pointing at Trevor. "that's---" she shut up the moment he started talking, blinking. Frank wasn't sure what was going on there, besides, well, the obvious, with him asking her about information. She shifted again, pushing against the wall and getting into a seated position. she stared at Trevor, then smiled as he continued. "So you liiiiiiike her, huh?" she asked, before letting out another laugh. She shifted a bit, then blew out her lips. She looked to the door, worked her lips a little, and then looked back.

"So Erika and I were roommates when we did that ship thing a while back. You know, the S.S. Anne thing? And I didn't know that she was, like Erika Bellefonte then, so I just sort of grabbed her and was all like 'let's have fun' and she was all like 'yeah, that sounds awesome.' And that's kinda the Erika I've always gotten to know. I mean, I think that she really likes people, y'know? There are just people like that. I like people. I like you, because you were nice enough to put yourself into this mess just to help make someone a little happier, even if you were thinking with dollars in your eyes or whatev. But when you like people like that, I dunno, hard to tell, isn't it? I do know this though: nobody slid into Erika's bed the whole trip, well, besides me, and we didn't really do anything," she sighed again, shifting. "I hope they're not doing anything bad to her... she's the one they're gonna do that to, y'know?" Frank looked over at Trevor, then leaned forward. "because she's a Bellefonte," she whispered, before holding a finger up to her lips. She giggled again, which caused her to slide right back down, which seemed to suit her just fine.

[Trevor Paige]

A player?  Him?  Trevor Paige?  Trevor's brow furrowed as Frank slipped past that portion of the conversation.  Trevor never saw himself as anything of the sort.  But he nodded.  He supposed the shoe fit, regardless of if he chose to wear it.  As his father was fond of saying, 'it's not what you're doing, it's what it looks like you're doing'.  Trevor gave a short chuckle to himself.  He'd have to write a book of all his dad's sayings and life advice.  "You know something?"  He asked, slightly amused at hearing how he was perceived at the school.  "I only sold drugs once and I felt so guilty about it I never did it again."  He sighed softly.  Just like the blonde beside him he was growing weary.  "I mostly deal with fade ID's and illegal gambling."  Another chuckle escaped his throat as he looked to Frank.  "You don't happen to know if the Pacers got the number one seed in the playoffs, do you?"

In spite of his exhaustion, Frank's response about Erika put him a little on the defensive."No, I don't like her."  He insisted truthfully.  "We've just... they put us together a lot and I was curious."  He protested like a child who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar but still insisted he was innocent.  He looked to Frank, knowing damn well that in a moment of weakness he'd possibly tipped his hand on something it was entirely possible he hadn't even noticed.  Folding his arms across his chest he slumped back.  "Nevermind, forget I said anything."  He would refuse to admit Frank's answer actually carried a certain degree of comfort.

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank's eyes widened as Trevor confessed that he hadn't actually sold drugs all that often. Frank nodded about the fake ID thing; she'd actually heard that Trevor was one of the go-to people for that sort of thing, though she hadn't really needed them. most of the activities that Frank enjoyed didn't require a fake ID to fully enjoy. The question had her tilting her head. "Are pacers horses? 'cuz that's the only sports I ever followed, because my dad owns one or something,' Frank shrugged. She only knew the vaguest details regarding what her parents did, and that was was enough as far as she was concerned.

The defensiveness just had her giggling though. "you're getting reeeeeeeealllly defensive there,' she said, reaching over to poke him a little. "It's okay though; I think most people like Erika. She's like me: we're both pretty," she started ticking off on her fingers, "fun, and super cool, so people fall in love with us all the time," Frank tossed her hair back, attempting to look like the beautiful girl she totally knew she was. When Trevor pouted, and it was so a pout, she just giggled again.

"C'mon, Trevor, it's okay. You're trapped in a cell with a buncha girls; you're gonna get all googly and stuff," said Frank, poking him in the side again. "Sucks that they took all our stuff, but I guess they really couldn't have us calling people or something. You'd think they could at least leave us a book or something,' Frank sighed and patted the floor a few more times, before looking over at Trevor. "So if you don't like Erika.... who do you like?"