officercoleridge started following you.
“Wow, I get all the luck with the officers don’t I?”
Frank regarded the teen. He wasn’t exactly sure how to take the words. “You need some help, Miss?”
A bit of a sigh was all she could offer. “Sorry, just in a bit of a mess I guess.” Okay, he seemed nice, from what little she could pick out. “And maybe a bit lost.”
“Heh, I can relate. The name’s Frank, Frank Coleridge. I’m a correctional officer over at Ryall State.” Frank held out a hand towards her, giving her a friendly smile.
Correctional officer? Wow, that was a bit of an imposing title. But he was kind enough. “Heather Mason, just a regular girl I’m afraid.” Part of the teen was nervous, being called back she felt once again fear in speaking her true name.
Soon after she took the offered hand, prepared for a vice grip that would likely follow.Frank shook her hand firmly and let go, returning his hand to his waist. “A pleasure, Heather. Trust me, there isn’t a thing wrong with ‘regular’.” He chuckled. “I rather wish I saw something more ‘regular’ around here. So what brought you to this place?” He waved his hand around him.
She grinned a bit, knowing exactly what he meant. “Well, here specifically, not much. I needed some fresh air. Where ever that is.” She laughed a bit at her sad attempt at a joke. “Some memories bugging me.” More like one memory. “If that makes any sense.”
Frank couldn’t help but grin back. “Yeah, yeah it makes sense. I’ve got a bit of the opposite problem.” He tapped the side of his head, the grin fading, though he tried to seem positive. “Got some memories missing. I’m hoping they’ll turn up again…”
She nodded, it must suck to not be able to remember. But then again, it depended on what you weren’t remembering. “Wish we could trade.” But Heather didn’t wish what she could remember on any one. “So, you said you’re a … correctional officer was it? What exactly do you … well do?” Now her curiosity was setting in. It was always interesting to find out what other people did with their lives.
“I keep guard at the Penitentiary. Try to keep the peace. It certainly kept me busy…” Frank crossed his arms, thinking. “I’m not sure what I’m doing here, but I know the guys there won’t appreciate me missing work.”
“Cool!” She seemed genuinely interested. “Hahah, yeah sounds pretty important.” She slipped her hands into her pockets, they were getting bored of just hanging. “Almost feel bad keeping you…” But the conversation was so… normal. Nothing weird, no mention of God, and certainly no mention of monsters.
