Home Sweet Reinforced Concrete Walls (OPEN)

[lyssa]

Four checkpoints and that was even before they reached the compound that would be their home for as long as they were needed, and every single one of them was a hassle. It's not that she isn't bothered by their horrified stares when they see her passenger, nor that she believes their staring is rude and she wished she could copy their expressions (which sometimes she did and it immediately made them stop). She was bothered and she did believe they were being rude, but she was rude to the staring Warren often afforded. What irked her was that they were so distracted by the man's appearance that it took them much longer than needed to get through to the building that was now being used as one of the various FBI headquarters. They had wasted time, time that she would have loved to at least have a small breather, but no. Instead she was quickly parking and rushing to the back of the van she'd driven to begin unloading their bags, which they'd need to take to their quarters, before she had to report to a meeting.

Lyssa checked her watch and muttered curses beneath her breath. She was going to be cutting it close, and she hated that.

“It's ridiculous. Agents are supposed to be trained to be quick, efficient, to not allow themselves to be distracted no matter what they were given or exposed to. Unless the training has changed or that memo isn't as obvious as it was when I was undergoing training, then there should be no change,” She scoffed. “No wonder we were called in.”

[ghast]

"Geeze, that bad?" He asked sarcastically knowing the answer. Knowing that she was already agitated by the fact that she was going to be late. He smirked grabbing a few of the bags out of the back. "So how long to we have to be here anyways? If my cuttlefish dies, someone's getting hurt." He stated bluntly. Completely serious about it though, Warren rather enjoyed watching the little squid devour crabs, small fish as it meals, virtually stripping the meat from the bone.

He started the walk towards the door when the poor man there couldn't decide wither to shoot Cain or let him through. Apparently no one had been informed forth coming of their arrival or his appearance. "Lyssa, There is another Moron, If he shoots me Its not going to be pretty.

[lyssa]

Lyssa glared ahead, counting beneath her breath a moment. Normally she wouldn't be so frazzled because usually she was running on time and if she wasn't it was her fault. The counting didn't help. She whipped around. She had called ahead, she had warned the people to expect them and the appearance of her partner. She picked up her own burden and began carrying it. She struggled to produce her credentials.

"He's with me and if this is any indication of how organized this operation is, you have a long way to go. Now stop staring and direct us to our proper rooms, because I hope your memory has been jogged." She snapped. She had been driving for hours upon hours, she was tired, and she was running late. She was not in the mood for childish staring, and her sour and daring expression showed it.

After some stammering and clearing of his throat the man found it in himself to offer them directions. She moved into the compound. "Gugs is being shipped overnight because, whenever they assign us an objective stamped 'indeterminate time' it means were in it for a long haul. And of course it's bad," she finally smirked at him, seeming to gain a little of her spirit back, "they called us in, didn't they?"

[ghast]

Warren kicked his head back an groaned but reluctantly followed. You know I would have been easier to just shoot me an avoid the meetings. Neither of us are in the mood to meet people... He tended to hate the longer assignments. too many meeting with different people. Too many people thinking they know what their doing. An to top it all off, far too much planning.

As for the fish, it was a good thing. At least now he would ave something to do besides stab his fingers to attempt to cause the time to tick away faster. Cuttle fish un like other fish are very visual creatures, highly intelligent. Temperamental little buggers. He figured the fish once he arrived would be un happy for a few days. Time to suck up an feed Gugs some shrimp to make amends

"Hopefully you'll get more information, seeing how I'm too distracting to do anything other than hunt people down or bridge the gap of no man's land.

[lyssa]

"I envy you. I really am not in the mood to attend this meeting...I want to throw my bags on the floor, climb in bed, and sleep." She looked at the hallway markings as they walked to direct her towards their quarters. She really was tired and, although she knew it would look well that she attended it, she had no want to. All it would entail was shaking hands with the corroded bureaucracy, smiling falsely, because she already suspected they weren't going to be easily accepted.

She's also already read the report and any assignments could be held off a day. They hadn't had to drive because some cheapskates didn't want to put them on a plane.

"I have half a mind to do that anyway."

[ghast]

"Apathy Is my Department, I thought yours was being the computer" Normally he would just require the usual, crucial point. Who, When, Where. Thats all that was ever really needed or all he cared to know. He pushed to door open with his black an white shoe, lazily. It was rather difficult to open doors with his right hand. Dropping the bags he had off to the side on the floor.

"I could go shake hands for you. No one would ever ask you to a bullshit meeting again." Of course to him, it would be more than just humorous to watch pompous bureaucrats bleed from an action so simple.

"Don't envy me, Envy my fish. He's flying out here.

[lyssa]

Lyssa followed him into the room, though she was aware hers was just the next one. She took in the orientation of the furniture in what would be termed 'Warren's Room' as he spoke. She smirked at the comment about shaking everyone's hands for her. She adjusted the bag she had on her shoulder with her free hand, in the other she carried her other suitcase, and began to cross the room to the door that connected their room.

“I do envy Gugs, if they'd thought to have as much courtesy I did to transport him, then I'd not be so exasperated.” She opened the door, and flipped on the light, revealing the bathroom that would serve as the connection to their quarters. “Oh, it reminds of college dorms allover again. It's a nice size, though.” She grinned back at Warren before entering the bathroom to her room. It was only a few minutes before she was back, standing in their adjoining bathroom, checking her hair and appearance in the mirror hanging above the sink. She'd set a pair of strappy heels on the cold, ceramic in front of her.

Her clothing was breathable and comfortable, but still professional. A dark pair of slacks, a ruffled, ivory blouse. She ran her fingers through her hair, examining the sparse make-up she'd worn. She was presentable, she grabbed the shoes and made her way back into Warren's room, where she sat on the edge of his bed.

She slipped off the flats she had worn to drive and began to slid the heels on her feet and fastened them. “I should be back fairly soon.” It was a fact he and her knew well that the first day would introduce her merely to the facility. It wouldn't be until the next day when news and accommodations had been made that the more professional meetings would start; the meetings that even he would be obligated to attend. She knew he wasn't looking forward to that, and neither she was since it was always a strain at first to divert attention from his otherworldly appearance to the actual task at hand. She scoffed at the thought. She'd had little trouble with it, what was the big deal? She'd never understood that.

[ghast]

"Showing your age" He said sarcastically, falling back on the bed laying across the corner, content with hanging off it right now staring at the wall. Warren started to rake the metal nails across the carpeted floor.

"Let me guess, I'm not allowed to kill myself or any one else's while your gone, no leaving the room an all that jazz?"

[lyssa]

The age comment earned him a glare over her shoulder as she straightened momentarily. The glare wasn't piercing, however. He often brought it up and so the scowl was all in mock before she leaned back down to pull on the other heel.

"Exactly," she replied to his question, or assumption rather. "no killing yourself or anyone else. And if you walk out of here right now, you'd most likely be shot. Better to wait until I'm back from the meeting or until we're formally introduced tomorrow." She straightened and peered at him leaning over the bed, her look sympathetic.

[ghast]

"Yeah yeah, I know. same as everywhere else we go" He smirked back at her glare, "Don't look at me like that, I'll find something non lethal to do. "

[lyssa]

Lyssa stood; she knew he would, but she always hated telling him he couldn't walk around without her for the first day or so. She wouldn't have wanted the feeling of confinement it gave, but she knew it had to be done; after a year, it'd gotten easier, but there were still times, like this one where that sympathy would return.

"Non-lethal, but probably harming. I better not come in here and find you playing Bishop again." Half of her expected she would. "You're lucky I didn't take that knife from you completely the last time. When I get back, I promise we'll go exploring if you want."

She began walking towards the door. She grabbed the frame when she opened it and turned to him. "I'm serious. No Bishop." She warned him.

[ghast]

" yeah I get it. Go do your meeting thing. Warren looked up at her from his hanging postion. Of course as a last resort he would take a stab at his finger or sleep till she got back. Maybe both.

[lyssa]

Lyssa stared at seriously for a few moments longer, but then turned to look down the hall. She really didn't want to go, she at the moment was in the same mindset of Warren. She wanted to sleep.

"Alright," she finally sighed. "Be back soon." Maybe she could find the kitchen afterwards or on the way and that meant some food and caffeine, especially the latter.
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The meeting had been just as she thought, and that had, could one believe, drained her more? She'd met the agent who had handled their living arrangements, and had she'd promptly and rather scathing thanked him for not giving anyone fair warning of their arrival and especially of her partner, but she had smiled to all and politely shook their hands. It was all surface-level because she was watching them, picking them apart, trying to find their faults and knowing they were doing the same. She knew how they viewed her and Warren, as commodities in a war, weighed for their benefits and flaws.

She had, on a brighter note found the kitchen, and as she entered her room, haphazardly kicking off the heels, she held two cans of soda in her arms. One was her preferred brand and the other was Warren's. She opened the bathroom door, not announcing her return; she'd not been trying to conceal it, so he may have heard it. She hadn't looked up yet, but as she raised her head opening the door that joined Warren's room, she prepared herself for anything.

[ghast]

Ironically enough he did accomplish both. The knife was laid on the nightstand, marks in the table from the tell tell pattern of the game. His hand unscathed for over twenty minutes of playing before he got tired of it.

He was laying on his stomach on the bed asleep when she came in the room.

[lyssa]

She leaned in the doorway, head resting against the molding of the door as she watched him with a knowing smile. He caught her attention first, so that even as she saw his knife and the evidence, she wasn't perturbed. She'd expected such a thing. He'd been doing for over a year no matter her threats and she knew he'd continue it.

She crossed his room as quietly as possible to the small refrigerator/freezer unit that was present beside the desk, which was pushed against the wall. It was another reminder of college. She rolled her eyes at the thought, her grin humorous as she leaned over. She placed his soft drink in the fridge compartment and carefully closed it.

Now she was aware as she returned to her own room, picking her way to her own fridge and depositing her soda. Seconds later she was in her bed as well, and soon she dozed off into her own, light cat-nap.