"My world? Damn, Roland. You don't exactly start small."
She was definitely going to need another cigarette for this one, and she thinks she probably should have brought over a bigger drink. But fuck it, she could always go back to the bar. Tapping one out of the pack, she takes a minute to try and work out a starting point and by the time she takes her first drag she's kind of given up trying to make a coherent story out of it. So she shrugs and just starts talking.
"I'm from Philadelphia. That's in Pennsylvania in the United States. I have no idea if that means anything to you, but it's a crappy city on the East Coast of a crappy country. The weather is shit for about half the year, but it's home. The food is good, the bars are good. I don't know. It's just always been home." Saying it out loud makes her wonder why she didn't move after after leaving her job, but she supposes she never saw a reason to.
"I used to work for the FBI. Federal Bureau of Investigations." Diane enunciates each word and she doesn't bother to hide the bitterness. She gave up trying to do that decades ago. "That's a government agency that's sort of like...how do I explain it. They are kinda like a national police. I wasn't an agent or anything, I worked for the agents. But I don't work for them anymore. I...I couldn't keep doing what they wanted me to do. And I didn't need the money. See, in my world, we need money. We need money for every single fucking thing you can imagine. But I had enough and so I didn't need to work anymore. Does any of this make sense or am I just talking bullshit?"
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Date: 2018-03-19 08:09 pm (UTC)She was definitely going to need another cigarette for this one, and she thinks she probably should have brought over a bigger drink. But fuck it, she could always go back to the bar. Tapping one out of the pack, she takes a minute to try and work out a starting point and by the time she takes her first drag she's kind of given up trying to make a coherent story out of it. So she shrugs and just starts talking.
"I'm from Philadelphia. That's in Pennsylvania in the United States. I have no idea if that means anything to you, but it's a crappy city on the East Coast of a crappy country. The weather is shit for about half the year, but it's home. The food is good, the bars are good. I don't know. It's just always been home." Saying it out loud makes her wonder why she didn't move after after leaving her job, but she supposes she never saw a reason to.
"I used to work for the FBI. Federal Bureau of Investigations." Diane enunciates each word and she doesn't bother to hide the bitterness. She gave up trying to do that decades ago. "That's a government agency that's sort of like...how do I explain it. They are kinda like a national police. I wasn't an agent or anything, I worked for the agents. But I don't work for them anymore. I...I couldn't keep doing what they wanted me to do. And I didn't need the money. See, in my world, we need money. We need money for every single fucking thing you can imagine. But I had enough and so I didn't need to work anymore. Does any of this make sense or am I just talking bullshit?"