SHAKE IT LOOSE !

[BREXTON "REX" PEELER]

Rex nodded when she told him her name. Courtney, that was a nice name. Patients hardly had names as far as he was concerned. You’re last name was what they used for all the files and things and that was more important but that wasn’t it. It was his way or staying formal and not having to get to know any of them. He didn’t want to but now he didn’t have to. It was an excuse to see them as cases and not people, but she was a person. Courtney was very much a person and Rex was seeing that now.

“CJ, got it,” Rex said, committing it to memory. He wasn’t terrible with names but then her’s wasn’t exactly difficult to remember either so it wasn’t much of a big deal. He would remember it. It wasn’t as though he had a hell of a lot of names to remember around this place. It was just a few staff members, the doctors, guards, nurses.. It wouldn’t be that difficult to add it to the list of names he had to remember.

He was still kind of puzzled though. She seemed so normal and… sane. It probably wasn’t such a good thing to think of a person as ‘sane’. It was something people just took for granted. Everyone’s all normal and not likely to do something crazy or unexpected. It wasn’t like that here though. Rex had seen too much unpredictable behaviour for a lifetime. You might think a person was going to be okay and two seconds later, they’re on the floor screaming about one thing or another.

“Yeah, my parents weren’t that crazy. It’s short for Brexton,” he explained, now smiling a little. It would have been interesting though, if someone had actually decided to name their child, Rex. He had been told many times that Rex was a dog’s name but he didn’t mind it so much. He liked his name and at least it’s not as odd as Megatron, Rex thought, remembering the facebook group where a woman was going to name her baby Megatron if enough people joined it.

It was nice just walking and talking. It was something Rex hadn’t done in a long while. Glancing back at her for a second, he though of how a nice conversation with a patient was the last thing he had expected to have today, then he wondered why he kept reminding himself of her status as a patient. She didn’t seem like one but he felt it was necessary. If he saw her as just another person then who knows what might happen. Yes, this was nice but he still thought it was important to keep that barrier in place, especially since it was starting to slip away just a little bit.

[* COURTNEY BRIDGID JAMESON.]

cj fit her perfectly, especially since it was adopted on the ice. cj kind of sounded like it would be a guy's nickname, rather than a girl. however, courtney wasn't always 'the girl'. yeah, she was a girl with all the necessary parts, but she wasn't 'the girl'. when guys thought girl and then thought courtney, they'd think of her during school from a distance. they'd think her jeans, low heeled boots, and a cute top covering bruises that everyone knew exsisted. when they thought cj, they'd think of her on the ice. on the ice she wasn't a girl anymore. she was, instead, somebody who could beat the boy's captain in a one on one match, get into a fight yet never be the one to fall, the girl that stopped caring about everything in the world. so there was a distinct difference. close friends could probably tell the difference. if anyone called her courtney, then they didn't really know her that well, or just cared about her because nobody called her cj while in a relationship - for reasons uknown. cj represented how she was talkative, not afraid to embaress herself, and just an over all crazy (in a good way), random kind of girl. courtney was the outside version that people only saw but didn't know. courtney was a little softer, a little nicer version. really it didn't matter, but it still led to one thing whether people knew it or not: cj was courtney, but courtney wasn't quite cj. that was being technical in a 'non-technical way' though. really, it didn't matter. that was just how people differentiated her at home, how people decided whether they knew her or not. it could've been worse though.

that was good to hear - that his parents weren't the type that named their son or daughter after the first thing they thought of after seeing his face. that would be bad. that could be like... if the baby was blue because of lack of oxygen, they would name it blueberry or something bizarre. brexton wasn't bizzare. she actually liked it. that wasn't the biggest accomplishment though because she liked a lot of names, his though was different from the rest and in a good way. "that's good to know," she grinned, "that your parents weren't that crazy." then as she had previously, she looked at him wondering if it fit. it did. like a glove. "it suits you well, i think, anyway. personally i like it better than rex, but that's just me." then she thought for a moment. "so what would you do if i called you brexton from now 'til the day i get out of here... or you do?" she had forgotten that he could get out just as easily as she could, if not easier. if she really wanted to, she could write home with the longest complaint filled with brutalities and get her out of this place. brexton on the other hand just had to say he was done, say that he quit. she hated him for that.

she didn't really hate him of course, just the fact that he had the choice. wasn't the point of the u.s to allow decisions? freedom of decisions? was that in the book? was that even allowed? probably not because then people could decide not to get in the back of police cabs and evil would be lurking the streets. evil already lurked the streets. then again, evil lurked everywhere. still, if the criminals were given the decision not to go to court, they wouldn't and they'd be set free because they would be able to decide not to go to jail. they would be read their rights because that wasn't a decision (though it was a decision whether or not they chose to listen), somebody would find an escape hole through the words, spread the word that they could get out of trouble and there it was - the perfect way to get out of decision making situations that required no decision making on your part at all. surely the right to decisions was in the book though, wasn't it? if so, courtney would stay up all night for days on end to read that book and prove that since it was her decision, she could leave. it would be people like brexton to remind her that that wasn't her decision to make. she hated him for that.

she seemed to hate a lot of things - okay two - about brexton, and it all had to do with the fact that he was superior to her and therefore had the ability to do more than she could. no, courtney was not some power hungry teenager trying to take over the world. besides, unless he were to turn on her, become the bad guy, and give actual reasons to hate him, she wouldn't. she wondered what it would take to get her to hate him and really hate him, not just say it. she had quite the temper so if he said the wrong thing she could easily wheel on him and spit nasty words into his face, but they would only be words. she would know better than to actually decide to get physical - not that she really chose to half the time. it took a lot for her to get physical, and she usually had the battle wounds to show. most commonly she was bruised to the point where she looked more banged up than she actually was. this was because... well, she didn't know much about her medical-ness beyond her anemia, and hyperventalating issues which could sometimes go hand in hand. sometimes. was bruising part of anemia though? either way if she bumped into a table she would bruise, if she got grabbed by the arm, she would bruise. shockingly, she didn't get that bruised in hockey, even when the fists were flying. her bruises didn't last long, they just appeared quickly like her hatred, which was the whole point of this. what would it take for her to hate him? if she was really angry, she'd say it, mean it in the moment, then realize she didn't mean it at all. so what would he need to do, what would anyone need to do, to get her to mean it?

"so tell me," she began, deciding she might as well try to keep the conversation going. 'tell me,' was often used with her. "what's the life like being a terrible spy slash guard for an insane asylum?" she smiled as she asked something that referenced the mini conversation of spy skills from earlier that day. she would always refer to brexton as a spy from now on, just because she could. she actually wanted to hear his answer though. was her being there just one more strain on his job? this wasn't actually her main concern, though it made her wonder. she wanted to hear things like... she wasn't exactly sure what she wanted to hear, she just wanted to see things from a whole new perspective.

tags;; brexton peeler.
notes;; courtney will probably only refer to him as brexton now, just to see what happens. aha. and woww that was alotta rambling, lo siento.

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