A Catalog of Disasters

Sorry. I don’t know how to keep my mouth shut. Ask anyone. I’ve never heard of her. She’s probably that one that just came back from Paris. I can probably take you to her.

Yes, that would help greatly. Also, could you tell me the purpose of a handler? And why are we called Recruit?

I’m guessing you’re one of the new recruits, then? If you tell me what your room number is, I can walk you there. As for where you are, it depends on how specific you want me to be. You’re currently underground, in the West Wing of the bunkers.

You mean, we're underground? Like under-ground? Division is under civilization? Is this like a secret organization or something?

You’re welcome. Although I haven’t been here too long either so I don’t know if I’m actually making this worse.

No, then we both get lost together. How bad can it be, right? I'm sure someone out there'll be nice enough to point directions.

This is Division. What’s your name? Do you need someone to lead you to your room?

No, I actually came from my room but once I got out of my room--got lost.

Wesley’s a handler.  Not yours.  All you need to know.  

Thanks for the tip, I'll take note of that that. But I have met, Isaac. At least, that's one name I know of. Or maybe you meant a different one. How many Isaac reside here?

No problem. And what would you rather have me call you? Girly? Pumpkin? 

Cute, but I'd prefer you call me with my real name, Cassidy.

…and now I know you haven’t seen The Shawshank Redemption.  And it’s up to you what you want to tell me—if you’d rather I keep believing your file, then we can end the conversation right now.

No, I did tell you I will. I was just warming up, it's not everyday I get to explain my side of the story.

That’s… different, your room should be equipped with a bed of course, a table, chair and bedside, here let me show you /leads the girl to an empty but complete recruit room/ Anyway, come walk with me and we’ll find a copy.

Well, I found those, if that helps. And It's Cassidy... Jenkins. My morning has been filled with introductions.

So that’s how I sounded when I was a recruit. Now I know why everyone thought I was weird.

Thank you for making me feel awkward suddenly. But it's Roberta... Roberta... what was her last name again?

Good day, you should have found a map and a schedule by your bedside when you woke up today. If it’s not there I can provide you with one?

I found nothing but emptiness in my room when I woke up. Maybe I accidentally swiped it... Anyway, yes, of course. A map and a schedule would be great.

Don’t worry. A lot of people get lost around here. I can help you around though, if you want. If not then, I can just go…

No, no, your help would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.

I don’t believe in beating around the bush.  And I believe you’ll end up preferring a handler who is honest with you.  Oh, sweetie.  Haven’t you heard?  Everyone here is innocent.

Great, at least I'm reassured I'm not surrounded by convicts. Which means, you may possibly be trustworthy enough to handle my tragic past. Well, as tragic as it can be, comparing to the other... people here.

I am busy, yes, but you’re currently in the hallways near Showers East, where I’m headed. I’m guessing you’re the new meat? 

Thanks, although I'm not sure if I like being referred as a slab of meat.

Surprisingly enough, I’m not that busy. Are you looking for somewhere specific?

Oh, I wasn't heading to anywhere in particular. But since you're nice enough to stop and help me, I think I might like to go back to my room. The thing is, I don't really know where I am.

Only talked to her once.  She seems alright.  Better than Wesley.  

Yeah, you might go a little easy on me on the name tagging. New girl, here. But I'll take note of that, I'm getting the impression everybody's not so particular on socializing, nor they care about your life unless you're close as tight.

..I’m…it’s b-been, it’s j-just been a bad d-day…s-sorry.

I would offer a hug, but you don't seem to... Yeah... If you don't want me prying, it's okay. I can just leave you be.

Everyone we recruit has a prison record, which as your handler, I am privy to.  Don’t play dumb—no one spends four years in prison without knowing what for.  If you don’t want to talk about it, just say so.

I am not playing dumb, I do not marvel the fact of playing stupid. I am simply shocked at your candor... But since you know so much about me already, someone might as well know about it--I didn't kill them. The police had no other suspect for the case, so they picked me, instead. Horrible little pricks.