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Post by Loz on Sept 28, 2013 14:10:58 GMT -8
Michael
"About as much as you and your rather moody little friend there trust me," Michael replied, a thin smile on his lips. "And do be careful, Scarlett; I might take offence at you calling me 'sweaty'."
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Post by Kaylyn on Sept 28, 2013 18:05:21 GMT -8
Scarlett
"My sincerest apologies," Scarlett replied with a small bow of her head.
"Scarlett." Erik looked up from his computer, motioning her over. "You might want to see this."
Struck by curiosity at his urgent tone -- there had already been a death; what more could happen? -- Scarlett arose from her seat, looking over Erik's shoulder at the bright computer monitor. "'Gifted break out in process'," she read from the screen. "Well, what do you know... could it be these Gifted are actually growing a backbone? Did you see the footage of the stunt that Elise girl pulled? I bet she's a part of this. Let's see... 'Three trackers outside of the allowed premises... fleeing pursuit... belonging to Travis Townsend, Elise Davis' -- see, I knew it -- 'and...'"
Scarlett paused, a wide grin growing on her face as she looked over at Michael, a spark in her eye. "Raven." She clapped her hands together, glowing at the news. "See Michael, good things come to those who wait. We may not need a messenger at all. If these three manage to escape without being caught -- and I'm sure they can -- I believe I should be able to pay Raven a little visit of my own. In fact... I wonder just how long it would take him to find us himself..."
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Post by Loz on Sept 29, 2013 3:30:24 GMT -8
Michael
He heard everything Scarlett said, but only one name mattered to him. "Raven..." he repeated, his eyes glowing with delight. "I knew he'd be foolish enough to come after his little girlfriend. He's walking right into our hands."
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Post by Kaylyn on Jul 24, 2014 15:06:26 GMT -8
December 24, 2013
Dr. Robinson The doctor pursed his lips into a straight line, eyebrows knitted together in concentration. He shifted his gaze upwards, glowering as he stared down his adversary. A worthy opponent, he had to admit. He could not afford for his next move to fail; one wrong choice and it could all be lost... After a long and grueling silence, he spoke:
"Got any six's?"
Genevieve sat across from him. A stack of playing cards sat between them, and each held a number of cards fanned out in their hands. Over the last several minutes pairs of matching cards had been cast aside on either side. The doctor scuffed to see that the girl obviously had several more pairs on her side than he.
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Post by Loz on Jul 24, 2014 15:10:08 GMT -8
OOC: Wow... it's only 2 months off a YEAR since anyone last posted here, before your post just now, Kay... Also... Ginny and Dr Robinson are playing cards? Huh?!
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Post by Poppy on Jul 24, 2014 16:44:15 GMT -8
Ginny
Sixes...an interesting choice. I observed my cards, checking them twice, then looked back up with a smirk, cocking my head and raising my eyebrows at him. "Go fish," I said triumphantly. I giggled to myself as I glanced through my remaining cards, plotting my next move, then looked up at my fellow prisoner. "You're in dangerous territory there, Stephen. One false move and I win again," I teased him, grinning mischievously.
For all my playful banter, the slight uneasiness in the pit of my stomach that naturally accompanied playing cards with a murderer was still there. Two months locked in a room did things to a person, and turning to anyone who would listen for companionship was one of them. It was an extraordinarily complicated relationship that we had. On one hand, he had terrorized me and my friends for weeks; murdered Calypso, Jessie, and the others; and hated the Gifted with a passion. On the other, though, he was my sole companion here. Sometimes Erik would tell me what the weather was like outside, if I begged him, but other than that, Dr. Robinson was the only one who would speak to me. And with nothing else to do…well, eventually, we had told each other everything. He knew about Meg, my parents, my childhood, my friends. I'd even talked about Raven (though I managed to keep his secrets to myself), and Calypso, and my time in the camp with him as my worst enemy. Regardless of what we talked about, what we admitted to or accused each other of, we could never stay angry with each other for long. He was the only thing here keeping me sane – without him I would have been a shivering puddle on the ground, whimpering to myself, my mind destroyed with the isolation. I was lucky he was here. And the fact that I was glad for his company, this man who the love of my life wanted dead more than anyone…well, that made everything all the stranger.
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Post by Chelsea on Jul 24, 2014 16:51:00 GMT -8
OOC: you can say that again Ginny.
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Post by Kaylyn on Jul 24, 2014 20:11:01 GMT -8
Dr. Robinson "Dr. Robinson," he corrected automatically in response to her irritating habit of using his first name. He drew up the next card on the pile. It matched nothing. Of course. "This is primarily a game of chance; it isn't logical for you to win every game," he complained as he added the new card to his others. "Your move, Genevieve."
The doctor glanced up once again at his... perhaps companion was the best word. This girl, this Gifted, was one of those the doctor would have gladly killed without a second thought... had she not been his sole source of socialization. She was so... bubbly. Even trapped as she was, she was joking and giggling and grinning. Defense mechanisms to keep herself sane, he presumed. And of course, she hadn't been here for even a fraction of the time he had. She wasn't put through the things he was made to suffer. Begrudgingly he had her to thank for at least some salvation from his suffering. For her comfort here, he was no longer tortured, and his hands had been unbound for the sake of entertaining her with these children's games. He now wore a chain on one of his ankles, instead, but it did not bite into the flesh so much. The ugly cuts around his wrists were now healed scars. Genevieve, of course, remained unchained.
She was more of the talker than he, but somehow he had gotten around to speaking quite a bit about himself. She knew all about Lily, his dead daughter, and Jennifer, the Gifted wife who became his first victim. He spoke of his hatred of the Gifted, and how he had awoken from his three year slumber only to be abducted and brought to this hell hole. She pushed him to speak, and she listened when he did. Occasionally she even seemed sympathetic of something he said. How she was able to manage that after the things he had done, the doctor didn't understand at all.
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Post by Poppy on Jul 28, 2014 13:49:56 GMT -8
Ginny
I laughed at his complaining as he drew a card from the stack. "I have always been an exceptionally lucky person," I told him, trying to sound as devilish as possible. Of course, it was impossible to keep a slight bitterness from creeping into the edges of my voice - there was nothing lucky about my current situation; nothing lucky about the person I'd happened to fall in love with; nothing lucky about my childhood. Honestly, the only lucky thing about my life so far was that I wasn't dead yet. But it was morning still, and Stephen and I were playing games - bitter heart-to-heart talks were for a different time. I shook those thoughts from my head and re-focused on the game at hand, surveying my cards again and then cocking my head at him and asking, "Got any queens?"
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Post by Kaylyn on Jul 30, 2014 14:41:13 GMT -8
Dr. Robinson "And I, clearly, am anything but," he replied, relinquishing the card he had picked up only moments before. He gave a quick glance at what remained of the card deck and knew there weren't enough to give him a chance for a comeback in this round. Surely another lose... to add on top all the others... "This is a silly game," he complained, not for the first time. "It's for children. I haven't played this since Lily was..." He paused. For all that he revealed to her, to think back on those memories was not any more comfortable.
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Post by Loz on Jul 30, 2014 14:45:08 GMT -8
Michael
Michael raised his head from the work he was currently doing to glare at Scarlett. "Remind me again why it was that you thought it a good idea to allow your little sidekick to provide our guests with entertainment?" he said coldly. "They've done nothing but make noise ever since."
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Post by Kaylyn on Jul 30, 2014 15:17:04 GMT -8
Scarlett She didn't so much as glance up at Michael's voice, which was growing more irritating every time he decided to open his mouth. And as it turned out, he liked to do that quite a bit, usually to complain. "Our guests," Scarlett corrected. She was seated cross legged on a mat on the floor, carefully applying a fresh coat on red polish to her fingernails. "The guests of Erik and I. Not you. Our guests. And I still think it's a good idea. There's no reason Ginny should be made irreversibly, psychologically scarred from months on end of social isolation. That's not why she's here. They do us no harm. Besides... I can think of other things around here that make much more noise..."
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Post by Loz on Jul 30, 2014 15:31:29 GMT -8
Michael
"Oh; you're welcome to the doctor," Michael said, waving a hand dismissively. "He doesn't interest me. But the girl... well, she's another thing entirely. Anything that Lucian Oake treasures is of great significance to me. Besides, you only brought her here at my request. Hence she is my guest." He narrowed his eyes at Scarlett as she continued painting her nails. "Stop that; the fumes irritate me."
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Post by Kaylyn on Jul 30, 2014 15:44:56 GMT -8
Scarlett "Yes well, let's see, I'm the one who retrieved her, and... Erik's the one who takes care of her, and... last time I checked, this was our headquarters she's being kept in. And you, well... you don't really do much of anything." She smirked, pointedly blowing on her nails in his direction. "Aw, poor baby, is that so?" she said, giving a mock look of pity. "Well in that case... I think a couple on this hand still needs another layer."
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Post by Poppy on Jul 30, 2014 16:42:31 GMT -8
Ginny
I gave a whoop as he handed the card over to me, placing her with her sister and setting the pair down beside me cheerily. I glanced up when he mentioned his daughter and promptly stopped talking. I looked at him carefully, waiting to see if he was going to say anything else on his own; when it became apparent that he wasn't, I gave him a small smile and said, more quietly and seriously than usual, "I bet Lily beat you all the time too."
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