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Chapter 0: Prologue
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Topic Started: 18th February 2011 - 07:13 PM (1,258 Views)
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26th April 2011 - 07:53 AM
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Matthew pulled the wires out of the wall to see if there were any more breaks in the lines. There were several in addition to the one he originally spotted. He wondered how the lights managed to stay on this long. he got to work with the wires that only had damage to the casings and simply wrapped them in electrical tape.
Once all of that had been done he went on to the real challenge which was fixing the more heavily damaged ones. it was almost deliberate looking in the damage and with the craziness happening lately he wouldn't put it past some wacko to do this in secret.
Matthew finished several minutes prior to opening time for the store and left with nothing more than a flick of the lights to let the employees know he was done. it was about the end of lunch but he couldn't care less, he wanted something to eat.
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Binary
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26th April 2011 - 11:27 AM
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Luke woke by the buzzing sound of his alarm clock, he glanced at his watch.
''11 AM!'' He yelled, he ran through his apartment, he took a quick shower and shaved his growing beard, He put on plain clothing, he quickly took his purse and rushed down the stairs, saluted his neighbor and ran for the city, he was supposed to buy a present for his colleague's son, it was his 8th birthday. He almost tripped because he didn't tie his shoelaces.
''Where the hell am I supposed to find a freaking toy shop!''
He thought to himself. After 30 minutes he finally found a toy shop, it's name was Toy- Toy. Luke raised his eyebrow when he noticed the name yet he rushed in.
''Hi there, I'm looking for a little present that would suit a 8th year old boy.''
''Umm, you look quite young for a father sir, but I'll see what I have.''
''No, no it's for colleague's son.''
After a short time the girl returned with a hologame.
''Most kids love these games! That's gonna be X credits.'' (I have no idea of how much credits such things would cost hehe.)
He gave the employee some credits.
''Keep the change, bye!''
Luke ran out of the store but accidently dropped his purse on the floor, the girl walked over to grab his purse, she yelled for the man but he was in too much of a hurry. He ran to the research facility, it was 2:30PM by now, he saluted the security officers and passed through the large gate, he walked to the engineering section and greeted his colleague.
Luke said in a friendly way ''Congratulations, I hope your boy's gonna have a great day today, would you give this present to him?''
''Thanks! He'll love it, I'll surely give it to him as soon as possible!''
Luke started working on his mini A.I robot system.
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Shadow
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26th April 2011 - 01:50 PM
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Alexis wrapped the tiny strand of hair around her finger and curled her lip, fluttered her lashes and gave a little sniff "I promise, it wont happen again!"
For a moment Max just stood there, arms folded, foot tapping. He was giving it his up most effort to appear frustrated and unimpressed by her recent performace, yet another shift missed and late in to work, hell she'd have fired herself if she was him. But if her charms could work on anyone it was him. "This is the last time Lexi, if you pull another stunt like this I'm getting someone else in"
"Al-" why can't that ass hole ever get my god damn name right!!! "Umm, you can count on me boss!" She grinned, topping off her greatful act with a rewarding wink; worth it to see his knees weaken.
The morning shift was always a bore at Toy-Toy, all the small children were in school and unless an important event like christmas was coming up, well you wouldn't see a parent for miles! Not that it mattered, all she could think about was how she'd promised to see Ada's teacher that afternoon. Just another teacher to tell me how irresponsible I am, how I can't look after my own sister... I swear if she doesn't know anymore than I do i'll h-
"Hi there, I'm looking for a little present that would suit a 8 year old boy.''
As she set her gaze upon the young man infront of her she completely lost her trail of thought, infact it took her a moment to take in. An actual customer?! Well she'd be damned! "You look a little young to be a father, if you don't mind me saying" She flashed him a smirk before realising how hypocritical she sounded, making such an assumption.
"No, no it's for colleague's son.'' He spoke, looking abit awkward. He seemed in a hurry to be somewhere and she decided today she'd drop her flirting with the customer act, he clearer wasn't going to budge for any overpriced tat she pushed infront of him.
Climbing onto the step ladder behind the counter, Alexis reached up for the highest shelf and grasped the latest hologame. For a moment she concidered this a bad idea, wearing a tutu, but this guy didn't seem the type. With a little hop and a neat twist she popped the game on the counter and flashed the price on her screen. "Ouch, that's gonna set you back atleast fifty credits..."
And with that he placed the sum on the counter and made a mad dash out the door, dropping his wallet/purse in the process. She did try to make a half hearted attempt to gain his attention, but to her fortune no success. "Now what do we have here..." a small sense of victory flashed through her as she peered inside, only to be burst by her boss whispering in her ear.
"If you want to keep your job, I suggest you return that after work"
"What?!?! But... I have places to be, I can't!"
"No buts."
Spoiler: click to toggle Alexis gets a shop visit from Luke, whom she eyes up a little. But thinks better of it. As he leaves the store he drops his wallet and her boss tells her she has to return it meaning she will miss Ada's teahcer's appointment
"Yes, of course I feel bad... Yes I know I promised. Look Jo if I lose my job we wont have a place to live in, why don't you tell her that before she starts getting angry with me... Yes, I've already made a new appointment for tomorrow afternoon. Right... uhuh... I'll be back late. K, bye."
The Orion Tower, well she'd certainly never been here before and she hoped she'd never have to journey this far from home again. She was no unitologist, but she was hardly a fan of what EarthGov stood for either, but right now she had to get this purse back. It was quite a treck to find the right adress in the end, something felt like she didn't belong here, so she intended to get away as soon as she could. Just one little knock at the door.
"What is it?" The man from the stoor appeared at the door, the smile on his face threw her off alittle, not that she could hold a gaze to his face. She pushed her hand into her coat pocket and pulled out his purse, making no effort to reply, she merely thrust it in his direction. "Oh, oh your the girl from the shop. Thanks."
Thanks... Thanks. Thanks?!?! She nearly exploded. But refrained. Forcing a smile, afterall. She could never be sure which of these customers were man enough to report her if she did turn nasty. "You're welcome" Jerk.
Spoiler: click to toggle Alexis returns Lukes wallet, but is grumpy from having to travel such a long distance. However it's preferable to losing her job
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26th April 2011 - 02:40 PM
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Arthur just stood in a moment of awe, Somehow the man had known he was putting the funds into an ATM, "aww...crap" , thought Arthur, The man had been using a marked Credit chip, a bit like the Cheque of the future, it notified the owner when the funds were being used, But the man had told him to keep it, Maybe it was a trick, Either way Arthur was just going to take a little from the top to keep him going and donate, no-one gets hurt right? But as Arthur hit the 'Withdraw' option, The ATM only shone orange with an error message, Telling Arthur that the funds were locked.
"Damnit!", Arthur pounded on the ATM before lowering his voice, A few people had turned and begun to notice him then looked away, The marked credit chip had also had it's funds locked to all but 2 RIG authorisation codes, One was noted as Inzigo Reid, The same man who donated them, As well as the name of some other man, Who Arthur recognised the name as The Church of Unitology's Treasurer, Some crazy Uni who got paid to sit around raking in the rest of the Uni's money.
Retracting the Credit chip from it's slot, Arthur pocketed it, He'd have to donate it now, That sneaky son of a snotbag earlier must've been wary of handing his donation over, For good reason too.
Arthur stacked his papers from the table he had left them on and decided to carry on with his job for now, He would donate later when he had to give back his uniform, Despite Arthur's distaste to Unitologist clothing, He hadn't minded the jacket so much as it helped mask the stench of his other clothing which he had scavenged and been wearing for years, Perhaps the offer that Inzig-No, Arthur would not stoop to charity clothing from someone who had just yanked him away from his job like that.
"Though maybe there is a different way..." Thought Arthur, setting off round The Concourse.
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Rodny Al'Dar
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26th April 2011 - 04:04 PM
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Jormong and Berathor were traveling to Orion Tower to meet with some engineer who could apparently dabble a bit in Artificial Intelligences. They had heard that this guy could crack nearly any code.
The reason to why they were visiting this man was that they had received a A.I. cube used by military ships a few months after they found out Rodny had died, but unfortunately it had been locked down with some of the hardest security systems. And this was the reason to why they were coming to this man.
After about an hour in the tram they finally arrived Berathor quickly wondering off towards a few women who were waiting for another tram, leaving Jormong alone. Jormong then headed towards the address he had received from a friend of his, with the cube in his pocket. As usual people were turning around to look at him. And after all he couldn't really complain. He would do the same thing if he saw a man, who instead of a mouth had a smooth service where his mouth should be, and a small robot like thing on his shoulder plugged into his civilian suit.
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Binary
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26th April 2011 - 04:16 PM
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After returning from a busy day working on Earthgov's new advanced technology Luke managed to get home, he took off his equipment and sat down on the sofa, just when the doorbell ringed, he opened the door. ''What is it?'' He said in a rather unfriendly voice, he realized he was very impolite. The girl from the shop stood in front of him. She reached for her coat pocket and handed over his purse. ''Thanks.'' was how Luke replied. Luke could see the anger in the girl rising. Oh shit, I think I've said something wrong was what Luke thought. Yet she forced herself to remain calm. ''You're welcome.''
Luke stood in his hallway with his purse in his hand, the girl slowly walked away, a kind of awkward situation. Luke realized he was rather impolite to the girl.
''Hey, thank you so much I really appreciate it, this purse kinda means a lot to me, my name is Luke by the way, nice to meet you.''
Luke took a look in his pocket to check if his family picture was still in there, it was, he was so relieved.
''Wait, are you checking if your money's in there?!'' Alexis said in a rather angry voice.
She walked towards Luke.
''I friggin' walked all the way through the station to deliver your god damn purse and you are checking it for money?! You.. Arghh, GEEZ!''
Luke was shocked by her reaction.
While scratching the back of his head he said. ''Oh no, I was actually checking if the picture of my parents was still in here.''
''Oh..'' She replied.
''Anyway my name's Luke, nice to meet you.'' He said in a kind of awkward way.
''Alexis... My name's Alexis.''
''Alright, wanna come in for coffee? I owe you one."
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Synclair
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26th April 2011 - 11:06 PM
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Spoiler: click to toggle Sion finishes school for the day and waits for his parents who never came to pick up, he goes down into Transport Hub and on the way he attempts to call them with no answer and they won't pick up. Sion is scared and enters the Concourse Mezzanine where he is just as scared of just being alone.
Sion left his classroom and went into the Transport Hub from the playground. School was over and he already waited about half an hour for his parents who hadn't show up and he couldn't contact him via RIG link for some reason. They just never answered, Sion wasn't worried though, he guessed that they had their own reasons, business related or something like that. He wanted to go to the Church by himself, but his parents had warned him never ever to go by himself, why? Well they never told him. He sat in the Transport Hub, quite unsure where to go. He never did this by himself, he was alone, vulnerable and scared. He just sat on the bench and pulled his knees in. This really really really was scary. So many people, strangers... don't talk to strangers. He repeated that rule constantly told by his parents and teachers in his head and averted his eyes to the ground, avoiding eye contact with anyone.
Time passed, Sion got confused with his minutes and hour hand so he couldn't read the clock. He wasn't sure how to pull up the UI from his RIG to view the digital time so he was stuck there. He spotted a little corridor with a sign over it reading 'CONCOURSE MEZZANINE'. "I could go there, I guess..." Sion said to himself and shuffled his way through the crowd until he reached the very same corridor he was in this morning to enter the Elementary school. This time, instead of turning right towards the school, he turned left towards the lift and up into the Concourse Mezzanine.
He bought a hot chocolate and sat down by the edge, peering down at the many people. The hot chocolate he ordered contained extra marshmallows and chocolate sprinkles and cream. Somehow he thought that would add some fat to his body. Still waiting for a call from his parents asking where he was never happened. He had no clue how to get to the apartment by himself, he didn't even know the name. Cassini Towers? Orion Tower? Sion could cry right now he was that scared of just being alone.
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Magnet
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27th April 2011 - 09:34 AM
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Spoiler: click to toggle SUMMARY:
Callum is involved in assessing a military training scenario. The result of which leaves 5 of 6 participating marines having failed the exercise and are required to repeat. One of the marines (SGT. GEORGIEVA) attacks Callum at the conclusion of the exercise trying to shoot him several times to no effect before attempting to stab him in the neck with a knife. Callum manages to defend himself until fellow marines restrain the woman. Who is screaming about stopping 'it'. The woman is known to have sustained a snapped right elbow and broken jaw as a result of the altercation, Callum has no wounds but a recurring headache has returned.
Callum has gone home to review related files and GEORGIEVA's personnel record. He is mulling over a transmission he heard from GEORGIEVA's R.I.G. the contents being; "IT'S COMING."
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Callum was in his element.
Pushing deeper into the shadows he flattened himself against the cold steel of the bulkhead, his dark blue long coat blending seamlessly into the environment thanks to the power outage.
Scratching.
The sound was quiet, very quiet but also very close. As quickly as it had started it was gone, whoever - or whatever - had made it had realised its error. Straining his ears against the deafening silence Callum tried to pick out any further hint of noise. Nothing but the thundering of his own heartbeat and blood rushing through his head
Tssst…
Callum could just make out the faint hissing of a personal comms unit; he gripped his pistol tighter in his hand. Slowly he slid his finger from the frame of the weapon to the inside the trigger guard. Carefully he curled his finger around the trigger, applying the lightest of pressure.
Staring straight ahead into the darkness as he’d been taught, Callum could just make out a dark silhouette moving slowly but deliberately off to his right. Following the moving figure with his peripheral vision he saw the shape turn and begin to slowly advance in his direction, Callum could barely identify the shape as being humanoid. From the inky darkness emerged the faintest tinge of blue light emanated from the shadow’s face as the it got closer, Callum held his breath, forcing his body not to move best it betray his position.
For what seemed like an eternity the figure moved towards him, slowly the shape began to pass Callum’s position. The size of the corridor Callum was pushed up against became immediately apparent as the figure passed within inches of Callum’s chest, the faint outline of the Pulse Rifle brandished ahead of the shape finally visible at this range.
The figure stopped just past Callum, straightening up as though it had heard something. It was time to move. Graciously Callum slid from the shadows right behind the figure, his left arm lashed out around the figure’s neck, the barrel of Callum’s pistol pressed firmly against the side of the figure’s helmet. Quickly Callum leaned into to the auditory microphone system on the figures helmet and whispered,”
“Fail.”
Time slowed down.
The gun went off in Callum’s hand, the recoil kicking back, the bullet smashing into the figures helmet. Instantly the body went stiff and unresponsive. A metallic clunk echoed behind Callum, spinning with the body in his grasp as cover he firmly shut his eyes. “FLASH!” a voice yelled.
“CONTACT!” yelled another as the first shots were fired in Callum’s direction.
Callum could feel bullets intended for him impact against the body of the soldier he’d just shot. Blindly he returned fire over the armored shoulder of the body he held.
A deafening explosion rang out, a flash of white beyond Callum’s eyelids told him it was time to fight.
“FULL POWER!” Callum shouted across the open channel as he opened his eyes to take in the scene as his night vision systems powered on, blue light sprung forth from his helmet illuminating everything before him.
Five figures were advancing on his position from down the corridor; they were similarly garbed as the one Callum had just shot. Adorned in lightweight E.D.F. Marine Rigs they made for an imposing image. The lead marine had been caught off guard by the flash bang lobbed from behind Callum, he’d dropped his pulse rifle and was stumbling forward his hands covering the visual receptor of his helmet. Callum took aim and loosed two rounds from his pistol striking the stumbling marine in the stomach and chest, the impact of the rounds spun the marine as he stiffly fell forward causing his helmet to smash heavily into the bulkhead.
The four remaining marines began to retreat back up the hallway, firing all at once as they went. Callum loosed off the rest of the rounds in his magazine up the corridor, before dropping the body he held, now riddled with bullet impacts, and ducked into cover provided by a nearby support strut. Dropping the magazine from his pistol he slammed a fresh one home as two marines passed him moving from the opposite direction firing their pulse rifles at the first group of marines. Callum ducked in behind them and joined in firing up the corridor, another one of the enemy had fallen and was being dragged back by one of his colleagues as the other two provided covering fire. The marines Callum followed ducked in behind another set of support struts as they reloaded their firearms, pushing himself against the wall Callum felt disruptions in the air as the torrent of pulse rounds flew both ways in the corridor. Another two marines firing in cohesion passed Callum heading towards the first group. Callum followed them, firing as he moved. The marine struggling to help the one who had fallen went down, crashing into the floor.
Following them into cover behind a cabinet power array they reloaded, the two marines that had passed Callum first then passed their position, firing from their fresh magazines, a perfect leapfrog maneuver. Callum and the other two marines swung out of cover moving up the corridor, firing as they went. The enemy group of marines had reached the door at the end of the corridor, one frantically fiddled with the control panel trying to open it as the other provided covering fire, the final marine who had fallen earlier scrambling up the hallway towards his friends on all fours. He had abandoned his pulse rifle and was instead taking pot shots with his sidearm as be made a mad dash towards safety. As Callum moved he saw the marine giving covering fire drop to a knee and pop the cartridge as he fumbled with placing a new one in the weapon. Suddenly another figure wearing a marine R.I.G. burst from an alcove beside where the other marine had been standing. The figures boot lashed out, impacting with the reloading marine’s helmet. Brandishing a pistol the new figure fired twice at the marine trying to open the door who fell heavily to the ground. Turning his gun on the marine scrambling towards him on the ground he fired.
“CEASE FIRE!” a voice called over the facility intercom system as the lights began to flick on throughout the hall.
All the marines with Callum flicked their weapons to safe while he holstered his pistol on his leg. He walked up the corridor towards the enemy squad of marines; he stooped over the second one to have fallen still lying stiff against the bulkhead where he had come to rest.
“You failed because you didn’t react in time to avoid the flash bang.”
Callum continued up the corridor to the third marine to have fallen.
“You passed because you died helping a fellow marine.”
He continued on to the bulk of the enemy force.
“You all failed because one, you failed to clear the area thus enabling us to sabotage the door behind you and two, because two you got captured,” indicating the marine who had been reloading his weapon and the marine who had been scrambling up the hallway, the only two not hit in the firefight.
Callum spun on his heel heading back down the corridor opening a channel to all the marines.
“This is why we train, marines… using immobilizer rounds here stops us getting killed out there, hooah.”
Faint ‘hooahs’ echoed back over the channel from the immobilized marines, their voices sounded weary and dejected. It annoyed Callum to hear marines like that; they needed to be pushed to their limits. How else could they be expected to walk into combat and come out the other side intact if they hadn’t been through worse already? Callum knew things had been different lately though, marines always whinged about training but recently there was something different about them, indeed everyone, it seemed like the whole station was coming down with a case of the crazies. Callum pushed the thought from his mind as he approached the final marine, the first he’d shot.
“You failed, because you didn’t stop me.”
Stepping over the marine on the ground he continued down the corridor towards the exit.
“Reset their R.I.G.s,” Callum called over the channel.
“Roger sir, doing it now,” came the reply from the young tech specialist monitoring the training exercise.
“All of you, four hours and be back here for attempt number three, you will pass this scenario,”
Callum had almost reached the facility exit when gunfire echoed out, feeling and impact to his back he spun to see the first marine he’d shot quickly approaching him. The marine had removed their helmet to reveal long blonde flowing hair and the otherwise fine features of a woman, her stone blue irises a stark contrast against the bloodshot whites of her eyes. Her divet sidearm was extended before her, pointed at Callum. The pistol flashed and Callum felt an impact to his abdomen. Then it dawned on him… he had just been shot, he stood watching the approaching female marine in shock as she fired another round at him impacting with his right shoulder.
“STOP ME! F***ING STOP ME!” she screamed.
She was close now, only a few meters away, dropping her firearm she rushed him. Callum deftly thrust his body to the side as she charged; grabbing her right arm as she swung upwards in a hook he twisted his weight in bringing her arm around. She screamed in pain as he reversed her momentum causing her elbow to snap, dangling freely in his grip. He pushed her away from him adopting a combat stance; she stared at him, eyes open aghast in pain. The pain disappeared from her eyes,
“YOU CAN’T STOP IT!” she screamed.
Pulling a knife from her belt with her remaining arm she thrust the blade at the neck seal on Callum’s suit, swatting at the blade hand he deflected the thrust before throwing a straight right into the marine woman’s jaw, breaking it. The woman’s mouth opened limply, now unable to close it she got ready for another thrust. Suddenly the remaining marines were there, jumping on her. Securing the knife they held her down trying to talk sense into her, eventually she calmed down and just lay limp not speaking. One of the marines from her team jumped up to Callum.
“Sir, I’m so sorry. GEORGEIVA’s been stressed lately, we all have. She didn’t mean what happened, I swear.”
Callum looked over the marine, his mind a mess of thoughts. He couldn’t think straight, what had just happened?
“Four hours corporal, be here.” Callum spun and walked out the exit leaving the Marines with their injured comrade.
Callum stopped in the empty hallway at the entrance to the training facility. Catching his breath he inspected the bullet impacts on his suit. Thankfully the immobilizer rounds had been deactivated at the conclusion of the exercise so they had no effect on him, the fact that the marine had even tried to shoot him was still hard to process. A door hissed open across from him and the young tech specialist from earlier exited the monitoring room with a bunch of dossier papers in hand.
“Did you want the performance reports to go over now sir?” he chirped.
“Uh… no… send them to my private terminal, I’ll uh… review them there.” Callum’s mind was fuzzy, he didn’t feel so good.
“Your office terminal sir?”
“Uh no, my private terminal at home,” Callum needed to have a rest, he’d go home for a while before the next scenario “Private, send me Sergeant GEORGIEVA’s personnel file as well.”
“Oh… ok, are you ok sir?”
“I’m fine, just send me those files.”
“Yes sir, see you at the next one sir.”
Callum nodded at the young tech specialist and headed off down the hall towards the exit to the military quadrant. He wanted to get home as soon as possible, things were getting worse in the station and his headache had returned. He cursed to himself as he walked, trying to assemble the pieces that had been jumbled around inside his brain. One thing kept bothering him, the only reason he knew GEORGIEVA was close was because of the comms unit he’d heard.
It had been difficult to hear due to the squelch but he thought he had heard the transmission. It was easy to recall, the words were burned into his brain. He shook his head, rubbing his forehead. A good drink at home might help he thought to himself. Quietly, he also knew it wouldn’t. The words were echoing amongst the static.
“IT’S COMING"
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Shadow
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27th April 2011 - 11:15 AM
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Spoiler: click to toggle Alexis teases Max about her trip to Lukes, leading him to believe a twist of the truth. She then takes a trip to titan elementry to speak to her sisters teacher who offers her a place at a unitologist school. Although Alexis knows this means Ada will have to become a unitologist, she is left with no choice but to accept.
"Alexis? Alexis?!"
Her head snapped up from the desk immediatly, almost head butting Max's jaw in the process. Even the task of rubbing her eyes right now took more effort than she could spare. Shit, what time is it?! She realised she must've fallen asleep on the counter, but to her luck Max didn't seem all that bothered today.
"I never took you as the party all night kind of girl Lexi, oh... uh, did you return that guys purse?" She wondered if his smile could get any cheesier today, it wasn't like him to be in such a delightful mood. Maybe someone died... heh, reverse logic. She scooched back into the chair behind the counter and stretched into a loud yawn, in the event that Max ever asked her a question it was common proceedure to invent the most effective responce, even if it meant bending the truth alittle!
"Yes I returned it, that's why i'm sooooooo tired" she made sure to continue before he recieved a chance to ask her more "And before you ask why, he invited me in for 'coffee' as a thanks." Alexis happened to hate the use of air quotations to imply an ulterior meaning, it was a device Max offen used when trying to be "funny", but this time it was too good not to. Besides, she knew he'd believe it and she knew how he'd see it. In truth, she had recieved the offer of coffee and two sugars, but she'd ever been one to accept strange offers. Right now she couldn't decide whose expression was more amusing, her bosses of current or Luke's the night prior when she'd neglected his request for her number, stating 'you know where to find me'.
"oh, uh... umm... how nice." He was clearly lost for words. Perfect. Just the way I like my men. Silent.
"Damn, is that the time already? I've got an appointment to get to! Catcha later Max-y" A pleasant wink was always her 'get out of work free card'.
Miss Deguille placed the holofile infront of her and smiled in a way that could only send chills down ones spine, though what she was about to say probably assisted with that side effect. "The First Unitologist Centre of Knowledge is an excellent high school that's always looking for the next gifted addition to their already many amazing young adults" Unitology? Oh lord... "I know Adaline isn't currently a member of the church... but the recruitment center is only a short distance from here and well, I have no reason to believe they'd deny her a place, especially as her grandmother I believe was a vested among the church, yes?"
Alexis nodded bitterly, it was always a factor she didn't need reminding of and the one thing they'd never agreed on when her grandmother was alive. "Fine. We'll take it."
"Oh that's absolutely brilliant! Well if you've no further questions I'll send an application through on your behalf immediatly" The young woman stretched her hand out firm to shake and it took all of Alexis' stength to take it, she was only doing this for her sister, but the idea of it still bothered her.
Ada smiled more than she had done in a long time atleast, even going as far as to reward Alexis with a tight hug. It was nice. Yet it felt so wrong.
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27th April 2011 - 01:56 PM
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Reinhart Richardson - Atlas Grimoire
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Spoiler: click to toggle A simple filing task shared between Atlas and his psychiatrist Leonora turns into an emotional conversation in which the roles switch, leaving him to comfort her in a rare time of need.
Spoiler: click to toggle He stepped off the elevator, slowly making his way through the velvet hallway until he reached the door with a tag that read, “BILLINGS – Psychiatric Counseling”. He knocked slowly, hearing Leonora’s voice answer back almost immediately.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Leonora…it’s Atlas…I’m not disturbing anything, right? I can help later if you’d-”
“Oh, hi! No, absolutely not, you can come on in.”
Atlas entered the room silently as if still not wanting to disturb anything. Sitting down on the soft two-person couch with a huge medical cross emblazoned on it, Atlas saw his psychiatrist on the floor sorting through files and rosters, and spoke up:
“So how’s the filing going?”
Leonora sighed and pointed to a huge stack of papers, “Not well. I’m almost certain this is some sort of prank or some type of mean-spirited stunt.”
“Why do you say that?”
“It seems that every file has been mixed up, so I’ve been here trying to sort them all out. It’s been taking awhile…and it’s going to BE awhile until they get sorted.”
“Oh…uh, well, I’m here!”
She looked up at him. He tried to give a smile that didn’t look too awkward (smiling wasn’t really his thing lately), and she took it.
“Well I’m glad! You wouldn’t mind sorting them? I’m good filing, and I think we can get done much faster if we just go that route.”
“Sure!” Atlas lit up (possibly because he could sit closer, but he tried to keep this thought at bay until he left the room) as he moved off the couch onto the floor by her (and by the reasonably large stack of diagnoses, prognosis, room numbers, and anything reasonably uncomfortable to anyone who didn’t understand too much about them).
“Well, each file has about three pages in it, and they all have the same number. So…file #440 for example will have a top page with all of the birth details, social security, you know. The middle page will have a list of all diagnosis and allergies and things like that, and the third page will have emergency contact numbers and signatures. I’m sure they’re all labeled by letters,” She said and looked up into his eyes with a smile, “Do you got it?”
Damn her. She’s making this hard for me. It’s going to be hard to focus on the papers with a smile like that. Holy shit. Focus Atlas, focus. Damn it, are you blushing? No no no, I don’t feel hot, wait are you SWEATING? Ohhh…wait, no. What ARE you doing? Stop staring! You’re so cr- shut up!
Atlas, preoccupied with his mental battle, could only muster a smile and a nod. She did the same and returned to filing. Atlas snapped out of his argument, and opened the first file and began to sort.
They were there for about an hour and a half, and Atlas was quite sure his being there had shaved off another two hours from the workload. The files were incredibly mixed up, but for some reason, Atlas had done quick work in sorting and even correcting a few mistakes Leonora had made because of watermark damage, which resulted in her giving him a smile again, nearly throwing Atlas off his groove…again.
He rose to his feet and offered his hand to her. She took it, helping herself up, but wobbled a bit, causing Atlas to put his other hand around her hip to stabilize her. The drawback: Incredibly awkward silence.
Oh my god. Why did you do that? Why are you STILL doing that? It’s been like-
Atlas immediately took his hand back and knew he was blushing.
“Are you good?” He asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine! Thanks.”
“Uhm, I didn’t mean to be creepy, but you looked like you were going to fall over…”
“No, that was nice. I probably would’ve, so I’m glad. You did excellent work today, Atlas. I’m really grateful. You’re actually very good with organization! You keep a clean apartment?”
“Reasonably clean I suppose. It IS just me, so I figure it reflects myself.”
“Well, maybe someday you’ll find someone to live with who will appreciate the fine…uh…organization…you…I’m sorry that was inapprop-“
“Oh no, it’s fine!” Atlas felt confidence, “You have a good point. Someday, I HOPE, at least. It’s just, I dunno, there’s not a lot of people out there that I can see myself being...associated with, throwing my disorder aside.”
“What do you mean?”
He sat down on the couch, prompting her to sit beside him.
“It’s just, I feel the opposite of how a lot of people feel about others. They usually feel that people don’t understand them, and they need help gaining confidence about people. I’m slightly different. I…I know what people think of me. It’s hard not to tell. It’s absolutely nothing. Sure, they’ll analyze clothing, they’ll analyze physical features, but as a person? They know nothing about me, and most likely they never will. I’m comfortable with that, and I accept that. I don’t want to know everyone. It’s just- now I’ll bring back my … affliction in- whenever I see…someone I do find interest in becoming friends or getting to know, I just can’t. I can’t talk to them easily. It’s only when I’m…apologizing or … on the spot that I’ll talk my way out of a situation. Other times, I just… I want to walk away and honestly I want to talk to you.”
Leonora looked as if she’d dropped the psychiatrist job for just a few seconds and looked at him from a different perspective.
“Why do you want to talk to me?”
“I trust you. I don’t trust anyone else but myself, and you. I know that’s wrong, and I need to open up to others, but you’re someone I can always count on. After all, you don’t treat me like some sort of statistic like my previous doctors were. I’m not going to say that I know what you’re thinking, but I will say what I’m feeling, and it’s exactly that.”
“Atlas…”
“Look, I don’t know if this is out of line, so I’m sorry if I totally made things weird.” He stared off at the ground, knowing that he’d probably violated some rule or something.
“Atlas, can I tell you something?”
“Sure.” His gaze still focused on the ground. He felt her hand gently take his face tilting it towards her.
“Look at me, Atlas.”
His breathing momentarily stopped and he shifted his view at her eyes.
“I’m sorry you’ve been having a shitty time outside of…well, your apartment or my office, but I understand. Don’t think I don’t know what this is like for you, because I’ve been in your shoes before.”
“Really?”
“Yes. When I was about 18 or 19, about five years before I came here, I was diagnosed with depersonalization disorder that resulted from my chronic depression. You see, my family, like yours, was taken away from me too. They were back on Earth, and they were helping out with a medicinal branch set up in a third-world country. One that was in the midst of a civil war. They never came back.”
Atlas frowned,
“I’m sorry Leonora.”
“No, don’t be. I’m a firm believer of everything that happens, happens for a reason. I kicked my DPD, though I still suffer from depression. I passed my exams and all the tests, and I became a psychiatrist here, and here you are now, hearing a story I’ve never told anyone else.” She took his hand, “It will alleviate itself, Atlas. Don’t dwell on it, and it won’t dwell on you.”
Atlas just sat there, wondering whether he should think about things or attend to more present matters. Before he could say anything, he noticed tears falling from her face, along with her slightly trembling body.
Oh shit. Look what you’ve done now, man. Do something. Right.
He pulled her close into a hug, which elicited more tears and soft cries from her. She put her head against his arm, struggling to keep herself collected.
“I…I miss them so much, Atlas…” She cried out, this time more loudly.
Atlas didn’t know what to do, because the person he usually took advice from needed advice and comfort now.
“I know, Leonora. I miss my parents too. I’ve just…dealt with it because I’ve had you to talk to. So maybe…maybe we should talk a bit longer, or something.”
“I-I think I’d like that. I just need some silence real quick. A few minutes, is all.” She moved her arms around his waist and laid against him, taking deep breaths and trying to calm down. He kept her close, knowing she needed the comfort. He’d been through this already.
It was time he returned a few favors for the multiple times she’d helped him. He kept quiet and soon, he realized she had fallen asleep. A smile came from the man who was now the aid in this situation, and the only thing he heard in the room was the soft tick of a clock, and her soft breathing, which soon lulled him into a state of relaxed sleep as well.
Edited by Ethan_odd, 27th April 2011 - 02:03 PM.
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