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Post by Funhouse Gear on Jan 8, 2012 14:00:34 GMT -5
*I see the expression on Twisted's face and say quietly* Don't feel bad, T. Just stay close. *We follow Retro through the halls and into the elevator, and although I don't think she'd lead us into a trap, it's still unnerving. I raise my gun as the elevator doors open onto the basement level, wondering what exactly we're going to see* (And now we can move to "To Science", pg 5 killjoytransmissions.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=tower&action=display&thread=272&page=5 ) |
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Post by Sylvia Main on Jan 30, 2012 13:03:58 GMT -5
*I walk out of the elevator, intently reading some papers on the clipboard in my hand. I dodge a man without glancing up and continue walking down the corridor. The papers really aren't that interesting, just pregnancy and birth numbers that have been collected annually. I could care less if our population is growing, I've been observing and eavesdropping into conversations the entire time, doing my best to avoid actual work. The people within this company are intriguing. I used to care so little I barely paid attention to their petty worries but now I find it terribly interesting. They are not so different from society before the war, just less emotional and have less concern for others. It's actually pleasant. Without realizing it I've walked into the pharmacy and glance up to see Morand a few yards in front of me. I stop midstep and nearly drop the clipboard before quickly regaining my composure and looking around for somewhere to go and avoid him.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Jan 31, 2012 10:26:44 GMT -5
*I almost shrink away when he sees me and I take a step back only to stop and jump at the loud clatter as pill bottles fall to the floor. I stare down at the clear bottles that roll around, one stopping against my foot. Then I smile and hold back a chuckle. Bending down I pick it up and walk over to the old lady, watching Morand out of the corner of my eye and smirking. She thanks me and I just nod my head before stepping back once again and staring at him. I try not to laugh at his expression just holding my smirk even though my hands are shaking. So awkward.* Morning Morand.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Feb 1, 2012 9:00:24 GMT -5
My job dickuloid. *I smirk and try look at him but eye contact is impossible. Not without my insides squirming around. I glance down at the clipboard and hug it my chest, hiding the papers. I glance around the room and at his empty hands.* Hurry and get your meds before they run out. I don't want to deal with an angry drac for the rest of the week. *I wink at him and take another step back lest he swing at me. I read the labels on the nearest row of pills, amused. Yet extremely uncomfortable. I try to think of an excuse to leave but my mind has gone blank.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Feb 1, 2012 12:06:41 GMT -5
*Suddenly too close for comfort I push him away and glare up at him.* My job. I'm part of Orwell's unit now, so you'll get to see my pretty face everyday. *I give him a sarcastic grin and reach around him for a bottle of pills that look particularly interesting. Even though I don't know what they are. As I do so I accidentally catch a whiff of him and pull back as my memory takes over. I frown and abruptly turn around, so I don't have to see him and I briskly walk towards the check out lane.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Feb 1, 2012 13:12:05 GMT -5
*I can't help but grin at his expression and take the clipboard away from him. Worth the run in.* You're fine kiddo, I'm not pregnant. *I chuckle and shake my head as I place my purchase on the counter for the pharmacist to ring up.* Not that you didn't try. *I glance at him and resist the urge to wink. His hair is sticking up in the back. I stare for a moment, losing my concentration until a bag is shoved in my hand and I have to pay. I stare back down at the counter as I withdraw my card.* But yes, I'm part of Orwell's unit. A proper draculoid I suppose. I get to fill out paperwork and shoot rayguns at targets and own a nice flat downtown. I'm liking this BLI job, ha. The paycheck is nice too.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Feb 1, 2012 22:01:42 GMT -5
*I freeze up, faced with his question. I almost open up and explain things but stop myself, instead shrugging and avoiding eye contact.* Sure. I've done it before. *I don't bother to add that if I'm lucky Orwell could keep me in the city, considering my connections in the zones. I finish my payment and step to the side to let him purchase whatever it is he has. I glance around, considering walking away but I can't. Not when I catch a glimpse of his jawline. I smirk at myself and watch him.* So what about you? Have any pointers for a former killjoy reintegrated into the Better Living lifestyle?
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Post by Sylvia Main on Feb 2, 2012 8:02:57 GMT -5
*I frown and shrug as we walk out of the pharmacy, my bag of pills swinging at my side.* It's easier to say killjoy rather than explain my position overall. Neutrality isn't welcome on either side. *I look over at him and smirk before glancing around too keep myself from staring. I actually feel my heart racing a bit, especially when our arms briefly brush against each other. I can't help but steal another glance.* Poor word choice. How'd the zone mission go? I received an email from Wilson explaining that some of the unit was to be gone. I didn't expect you back so soon.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Feb 2, 2012 9:59:45 GMT -5
I'm just re familiarizing myself with the building. Come on inner fat kid, lets get some exercise. *I take his hand for a moment to pull him towards the staircase before quickly letting go and trying not to think about his fingers wrapped around mine. The stairwell is empty and our footsteps echo loudly in the narrow, tall space. I stay in front of him, not trusting myself to look at him and keep my concentration.* I knew of the area, yeah. I made it my goal to avoid anyone I could in the zones, so don't bother trying to rub it in. *I turn back and smirk at him. Anyone I would have cared about being captured was here instead of there so I know they're safe.* So I assume you were successful?
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Post by Sylvia Main on Feb 2, 2012 11:33:16 GMT -5
*I turn and stare at him, panicking slightly but reminding myself to stay calm. And take my pills later.* There was an, err... incident. Apparently some killjoys broke into the building. I am not fully aware of the situation but the alarms went off and I searched for them with a group of other draculoids. Apparently they weren't found and escaped. It's a shame, we could always up our numbers. Good thing you captured so many during your zone mission. *I smile at him, trying my best to keep my voice smooth. My voice only breaks when we make eye contact which I quickly break by looking down. He has nice eyes. Very nice eyes.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Feb 2, 2012 13:57:05 GMT -5
*He stands next to me on the step for a moment and I forget to breath. Only when he looks angry again and retreats do I regain my thoughts, quickly organizing them. I remind myself that I have to be careful around him, more careful than the others.* I wasn't aware they were back yet till I ran into you. If they don't know yet I'll be sure to inform them. Otherwise the entire thing has been kept very quiet. The higher ups don't like it when the killjoys break in and escape as I'm sure you know. It's an embarrassment, I'd keep it quiet too if it was me in charge. *I pause and quickly add:* Not that I'd ever want to be. *That's the truth, seeing myself in any position of authority is a scary thought and I don't want him to think I have any bright future plans.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Feb 2, 2012 14:29:03 GMT -5
*I shake my head and quickly begin climbing the stairs again, trying not to let the fact that he's standing incredibly close get to me.* Not at all. And I'm still here so it's not like I went running after them. I told you, I like the paycheck. *I glance back at him and smirk, watching for his reaction. I can tell he doesn't trust me and I don't blame him, I don't even trust myself. But I'm sure as hell not putting trust in anyone else either. I stop on the next floor and turn to him.* What floor are you going to? Or are we just wandering?
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Post by Sylvia Main on Feb 2, 2012 17:01:28 GMT -5
*I look up at him, noticing he's quite a few inches taller. I blink and shut my mouth before quickly looking down and playing with the bag handles.* Nowhere. I'm sure Orwell and Wilson have been told about the situation and if not, I don't have enough information. *I inwardly scold myself and force myself to act normal, looking back up at him and his gorgeous eyes. Too close. We're standing too close. But I don't let myself back away, not this time.* Surely you have somewhere to be, a faithful draculoid like you.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Feb 2, 2012 18:05:51 GMT -5
*I freeze up, mind gone completely blank for a few seconds before it snaps awake again. All the memories of the other night rush back and my brain starts yelling at me to pull away. But maybe it's the medication that makes me happy or just the pure surge of endorphins but I begin to kiss him back, hands going to his side and keeping him there for a few more moments. When we break apart for a moment I manage to breathe out a:* Wow.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Feb 2, 2012 18:48:01 GMT -5
*I wrap my arms around his neck, keeping him tight against me as I kiss him. Very unprofessional and dangerous if we are caught, considering the last time they found us together. I should care, but I don't. Instead I taste him and move my lips over his, only pulling away to breathe. I run a hand through his hair and I suddenly panic. I push him away and shake my head.* No, no, we can't... *I wipe my lips with the back of my hand, still shaking my head back and forth.*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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