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Post by Belle Sacramento on Nov 6, 2011 22:29:34 GMT -5
*It had taken me longer than I'd hoped to get back into action. I'd nearly forgotten about the paperwork; seemingly endless forms, not the least of which was the extensive insurance report I had to fill out in order to have my "resurrection" covered.*
*When I finally got upstairs, I took a moment to consider the situation. I really should greet the heads of the various departments first and arrange a convenient time to broadcast the short speech I'd put together so none of the employees were alarmed when they saw me walking the hallways. After that there would be time to speak with Orwell and Wilson, and I could see about meeting the girl, Rec Havoc, after that. But as I ride the elevator up to the higher floors, I suddenly stop the lift. After a moment's pause, I hit the button for the medical floors instead.*
*The heads of departments can wait, as can Orwell and Wilson. I want to speak to the girl.*
*The medical floor I step out onto is hushed, the white floors and walls spotless as usual. I walk up to the desk, patiently calming the secretary and reassuring her that she is not, in fact, on the wrong medication. It takes me a few minutes to get through the congratulations, but eventually she directs me to the correct room, agreeing to keep quiet about my reappearance until I make the official announcement.*
*Quietly opening the door, I see the girl dozing on her bed, a partially eaten tray of food next to her. No one else is in the room, and I guess the doctors left fairly recently. I pull a chair up next to her bed.*
Are you awake, dear?
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 6, 2011 22:38:29 GMT -5
*I open my eyes a little when I hear the voice. I start a little when I realize the woman is Belle Sacramento. She's even more powerful in BLI than Wilson. I try to sit up, feeling much too informal. I have no idea why she'd be visiting me...*
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Nov 6, 2011 23:11:21 GMT -5
*I smile kindly, lightly pushing her back down* Don't overexert yourself, dear. You go by Red, yes? I understand you've had a rather rough few weeks.
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 6, 2011 23:21:53 GMT -5
*I flinch a little when Belle touches me. Usually when a BLI superrior reaches toward me it's nothing good. I relax a little when I realize she's just trying to get me to rest, but I'm still wary. I hide my arms under the blankets as I nod to her question, self-concious about the needle scars around anyone but Wilson. Usually I wear long sleeves or a jacket*
*I notice Belle looks pale and a little tired, but I don't know her well enough to know if it's usual for her to look that way*
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Nov 7, 2011 0:02:17 GMT -5
Don't worry, I'm not here to chastise you. I just thought we could talk, a bit. *I see the look on her face and chuckle* I know, you don't "talk" per se, so I brought this. *I take a small notebook out of my jacket pocket, and set it on the bed with a pen* You've been in training for quite a few years now. How has that been? Are you friends with anyone?
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 7, 2011 0:38:06 GMT -5
*I slowly pick the book up, nodding hesitantly, and write: 'I'm glad I get to help the company. I know I'm very good at what I do, so the training and drugs must have been worth it. No, I don't have any friend'
*I hand the notebook to her. I thought for a second about including Max, but I'm not even sure if I can classify him as a friends. I hope I wrote the answer she's looking for. In truth, training with Wilson was hell and I dread the retraining I know I'll have to endure before I meet his expectations*
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Nov 7, 2011 0:44:36 GMT -5
*I read her answer over before handing the notebook back. I know what the standard training regimen is, and it's a challenge even for those who are ten years older than Red. And from what I've seen on the security feeds, Wilson is no easy trainer to deal with.* You don't have to worry about what you tell me, Red. I'll keep your confidentiality if you wish me to.
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 7, 2011 1:15:35 GMT -5
*I frown in confusion and write*: 'Miss Sacramento, I'm not important enough to be respected like this. Everything I've ever done has been written down and examined by teams of scientists since I was found by Wilson'
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Nov 7, 2011 1:17:12 GMT -5
*I shake my head* Importance has nothing to do with respect, dear. No matter your purpose or position, you are still a human being.
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 7, 2011 1:24:22 GMT -5
*I nod, not really understanding, part of it conflicting with what Wilson said, but I decide I can trust her, if only because I have no other options. I write*: 'I hated the training, but mostly I hated the drugs that made me faster and stronger. They hurt... alot. And I used to dream about what it would be like to have a mom and dad, to belong to a family' *I hand it to her and look down. Wilson used to say my feelings like that were pathetic and useless and his words still whisper in the back of my brain*
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Nov 7, 2011 1:28:09 GMT -5
*I nod slowly, feeling a twinge of sadness when my thoughts are concerned* I'm sorry you spent your childhood in those circumstances. I know Wilson is still your direct superior, but I plan on doing my best to ensure that the rest of your employment here is much more pleasant.
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 7, 2011 1:38:50 GMT -5
*I don't really comprehend what she is saying, but nod again because she is my superrior. A doctor comes in with several nurses, one of whom has a wheelchair with straps on it. He strolls in quickly, but stops when he sees Miss. Sacremento*
Doc: Sorry, Ma'am, but it's time for Red's next wolfblood treatment. It should only be a few hours.
*I don't react, watching to see how this confusing woman will respond*
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Nov 7, 2011 1:45:10 GMT -5
Yes, of course. *I stand up and allow the doctors room to get to Red, but don't leave the room. When she's secured in the wheelchair I step forward, standing next to the nurse pushing the chair.* I'll come with you for awhile, Red. I know these treatments can be a bit rough, even when you know how necessary they are.
*The doctor nods, already over his initial surprise at seeing me. He knows how much experience I have with Wolfblood, and isn't going to protest anything I suggest. It's a short walk to the room where the treatment will take place, and one of the nurses sets a chair up for me to sit in. Another comes over with the first of the injections, and I turn to Red* Would you mind if I held your hand?
*I know how touch-conscious many trainees can be, and don't want to impose if she's not comfortable with physical contact*
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 7, 2011 2:00:56 GMT -5
*I look at her for a second and slowly nod. I think Sug was the last person to hold my hand...I involuntarily flinch again when Miss Sacremento's hand closes around mine. The lights go dark and they start the movie before injecting me with something painful. It burns in my veins as feral killjoys dance on the screen, their demon eyes amplified by the drugs.I cry out involuntarily and I don't realize I'm squeezing Miss Sacremento's hand hard as I strain against the restraints, trying to look away. Of course, I can't, and the images burn into my mind. The killjoys physically rip apart a drac, eating his flesh while his family looks on*
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Post by Belle Sacramento on Nov 7, 2011 2:16:14 GMT -5
*I watch the girl rather than the screen; I've seen all the footage before, and helped compile some of it. I dislike having to put her through this, but her recent actions show she's in urgent need of some thought adjustment. When it's all over, she'll thank her doctors like they all do and forget about the whole thing soon enough.*
*When the first round of pleasant imagery begins and Red's grip loosens on my hand, I quietly stand and move to the door. I really do have to speak to the heads of departments before it gets too late, and the girl's most likely not even aware of my presence or absence by this point. I nod to the doctor and head to the elevators, mentally rehearsing my speech.*
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