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Post by ghast on Sept 1, 2011 23:09:58 GMT -5
Warren woke up a few hours later, an noticed that the room was empty. It was impossible to tell the time. He sat up an stretched lumbering slightly towards the door, cracking it open. the hall was empty. He wasn't exactly sure where Lyssa was, or that he really cared. For once he was feeling particularly rebellious at the moment an decided to explore the building. The halls were of course overly brightly lit.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2011 0:01:45 GMT -5
Back 'home' for the evening now, Phoebe is standing in the center of an atrium linked to one end of the hallway and looking up at the air above her. Six pennies fly through the air in rapidly alternating juggling patterns above her - one of her mental exercises. The ceiling in her room was low enough to make it difficult so she managed to convince Agent Stevens that it would be easier to do them where there was more space.
They may be keeping her on a shorter leash ever since suspicion arose about the Question's escape - apparently she'd looked like she was talking to someone just before it happened, though she insisted adamantly that she'd never let a bad guy escape - but this isn't a facility that houses anyone but FBI staff so this display of her power in a more open setting is not necessarily against the rules. But it does take pretty much all of her concentration to keep track of six objects at once, even if they're making fairly simple patterns.
Agent Stevens, meanwhile, relaxes on a couch someone thought to stick along one of the walls. Seems that someone had the thought that in a building with living quarters people might want somewhere outside of their room to sit, and for that she's glad. She watches Phoebe's pennies idly, but with no real interest: she's seen that exercise literally hundreds of times.
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Post by ghast on Sept 2, 2011 0:16:51 GMT -5
Warren continued down the hall way, his shoes had long been discarded on the floor of his room. Though he never really understood why he needed to wear anything to protect his feet other than it being a social norm to wear them. He never thought twice about putting them back on to explore. The tile was a bit slick, slick enough for him to run an slide down the hall. they must have just waxed the floor. With out even thinking or an air of caution he opened the door.
Nothing of interest, just looked like a small break room. He frowned a bit before closing the door an sliding across the floor a bit more. The rather corpse looking man couldn't help but think that the hall would be perfect for one of those benny hill type chase scenes. Where one man runs through a door only to emerge from the other side or several doors down.
He opened the door at the very dead end of the hall. There was really no where else to go but this way or towards the other end of the hall. Ghast had already made it this Far. No stopping now.
There was a little girl in the center of the open room, something or rather some things were wizzing through the air in a sort of choreographed dance. Buttons perhaps. Cain dropped his head sideways to his shoulder to watch the girl. Not feeling the need to announce his presence. The noise of the door closing should have been enough to do that.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2011 0:38:21 GMT -5
Fully engrossed in keeping track of the pennies, Phoebe doesn't so much as twitch at the sound of the door. This is a test of her concentration: if she was able to think about more than six pennies, then she'd be juggling seven right now. Letting herself get distracted while doing something complicated could spell disaster while she's working, so losing track of even one is a cardinal sin in this exercise. Her brow is just slightly furrowed in intense focus at the small, quickly moving objects.
Agent Stevens, on the other hand, almost welcomes having something to do besides watch the familiar patterns - those things are practically hypnotizing if you watch for too long. So her attention immediately shifts to the young man who entered the room and, to her credit, her eyes widen only for a moment before she says, "You must be Ghast." Having worked with Phoebe for years, she's used to being around, well, unusual people. Granted, he's more unusual than most, but she's not nearly as 'green' as most agents.
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Post by ghast on Sept 2, 2011 0:50:13 GMT -5
Oddly enough he was slightly disappointed that the reaction was subtle. "Yeah." He said bluntly leaning against the door. "You must be one of the few people here who do their homework.."
Though the one in the middle of the room must be controlling the small objects. His eye site was a bit skewed at times, especially when he had just woken up. He could be a bit of a grouch.
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Post by lyssa on Sept 2, 2011 0:58:54 GMT -5
There was no true way to know how long she had been asleep, but when she opened her eyes, Lyssa was aware of three things. The first was that she felt much better despite the second, which was a headache that pulsed at her temples. She raised a hand to her head, massaging one of the areas, wincing while she pulled herself up and threw her legs over the side of the bed.
The rooms were also quiet and she could surmise that Warren would have awoken before her, which is why she wasn't surprised when she entered Warren's room to find it completely absent of its occupant. While she'd not been notified or found yet so either he wasn't dead or he was holding his own, but there was no telling where he was, though she knew he'd still be in the compound. She wasted no time, pulling on her flats and entering the hall. Her pace was quick, but not frantic, though on her face was an obviously exasperated expression.
She'd known this was going to happen and if anything happened to Warren, it wasn't going to be pretty.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2011 1:12:44 GMT -5
Phoebe's brow furrows a bit more as she hears people talking around her. She wishes that they wouldn't do that - having to ignore them on top of juggling the pennies makes it that much more difficult. Then again, it's not like she can expect people to be quiet while she's concentrating out in the field. Which is why Agent Stevens doesn't worry at all about whether or not they're bothering Phoebe.
"We're part of the same club," Agent Stevens replies, "I'm Agent Stevens, this is Force, and unless I've lost track she's almost done." It's only natural for her to have looked into the government's related projects, at least as far as her clearance level allows, and he's not one you forget very easily. Force, on the other hand, being so new and untried is even less known than he is generally speaking. Which is probably a good thing, given her age.
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Post by ghast on Sept 2, 2011 1:31:11 GMT -5
"My Agent.... is... somewhere." Actually he really wasn't sure where Lyssa was nor did he really care. She would find him, she always managed to. Things like this were routine from him to do any ways. Being the bit of a trouble maker that he was.
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Post by lyssa on Sept 2, 2011 1:52:26 GMT -5
His agent was perusing the halls, checking social or large room she could for the man. This was routine behavior, and it was only protocol that had her looking anyway. In Warren's position she'd have snuck out too, so it really so much as her going to retrieve him, but making sure it looked like her job was being done, if it didn't seem like she was taking initiative, she'd be removed and he'd be handed off to the next guy in line. She wasn't going to allow that to happen. Yet, if she had her say, she'd allow Warren off his 'leash'. The man was, beyond everyone's observation apparently, capable of caring from himself and if she didn't go looking for him, he'd return to her one way or another (on his own or in a bod ybag the two most common).
She'd been walking down the a hallway that abruptly stopped at a set of doors. This would be faster to check and cross off the list. She carelessly opened the door, not expecting that Warren be standing so close. It hit something, and it didn't take Lyssa anytime to discern that it was a person. She peeked her head in, prepared to politely apologize while furtively scanning the room for any sign of her runaway Zombie, but any thought of polite apology was diverted when she instead saw the unmistakable form of Warren.
She smirked, the expression half-amused, half a mock of annoyance at the man. "There you are."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2011 2:10:31 GMT -5
Nearing the end of the series, the pennies speed up just noticeably as Phoebe realizes that the task is almost over with - the sooner it's done, the sooner she can look at whoever she's just been introduced to. While she may be intentionally ignoring what's going on around her, it's impossible for her to ignore the fact that Agent Stevens said her codename. But nothing short of an alarm going off or getting yelled at is likely to interrupt her.
In the meantime, Agent Stevens greets Ghast's statement with a hint of amusement. "I see," she says simply, thinking perhaps a bit uncharitably that his agent isn't doing a very good job. Agent Stevens lucked out on that account: Phoebe is very easy to look after. The girl mostly needs someone to give her instruction, a shoulder to lean on, and make sure she gets her meals and such. She doesn't wander off. Or, at least, when she does she doesn't usually get caught.
Agent Stevens' eyes shift when the door opens, and she remains silent as the woman's words identify her as Ghast's agent. Yep, definitely not doing a very good job.
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Post by ghast on Sept 2, 2011 2:18:23 GMT -5
Warren lurched forward slightly when the door hit him. Though Warren wasn't phased by it in the least bit. It wasn't his agent's fault his natural tendencies leaned towards the rebellious Or that he tended to run off just about every one of his handlers, except her. He turned around a looked at Lyssa. "Abusing me again?" He teased with a slight sarcasm in his voice.
He Leaned back on the open door, purposely to make it harder for her to open the door.
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Post by lyssa on Sept 2, 2011 2:45:40 GMT -5
"Abusing you," she scoffed. "You're the one who stood in front of the door. You have only yourself to blame for that." Her lips firmed at his deliberate attempt to bar her entrance. "Besides it does no good to hurt you whether its deliberate or not."
Lyssa saw the other agent as well as her younger ward, but her main focus was on Warren and Warren alone. No one else mattered. "So are you going to remove yourself from the door?" The difference between Warren and Phoebe was all in their temperaments, Phoebe was young, needed guidance. Warren was already old, his personality set. He was rebellious, independent, and Lyssa hardly wanted to contain it. He was self-sufficient and he knew she was around for support and guidance when he needed it. But he wasn't an animal meant to be caged. He was a human being with his own temperament, one that couldn't be tamed by observation no matter how strict.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2011 2:58:21 GMT -5
Phoebe's look of intense concentration only becomes firmer set at the commotion at the door. Honestly, can nobody see that she's trying to concentrate here? But she forces herself to keep her focus, and the pennies wobble in their pattern only a little before she gets them back on course long enough to finish the series of exercises. With one last bit of finesse she gathers them together into a stack in the air, and then lowers it into her hand. Another successful exercise without a dropped penny. No thanks to some people.
Meanwhile, Agent Stevens' attention is completely on watching the two at the door, thinking to herself that even Phoebe isn't that childish. Perhaps it helps the girl's temperament that she was almost fully raised in such facilities or that she didn't really have any childhood trauma to speak of. But a moment later, Agent Stevens notices that the pennies are now in Phoebe's hand and she asks, "You're done?"
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Last Edit: Sept 2, 2011 3:07:43 GMT -5 by ghast
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Post by ghast on Sept 2, 2011 3:06:46 GMT -5
"Fine" He said reluctantly, moving from the door knowing that he was making Lyssa Look bad. "Well Most people knock before opening a door. Then again most people worry about silly things like pain or death. He took a few steps from the door to let her in. Warren bowed low, Placing his right gnarled hand over his chest, to only further incite the sarcasm. Most people with the title tried to demand respect rather than earn it. He looked up with a devilish grin before righting himself. What other people thought about him was not his problem to care about.
"Or would you rather me slink back like Igor."
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Post by lyssa on Sept 2, 2011 3:24:49 GMT -5
Lyssa returned his grin, with a wicked one of her own as she stepped into the room, "Well, the whole 'Yes, Master' would would a nice touch," she teased, "but nah, underlings are such a hassle, most just can't stay in their place, and you have enough trouble with that already." She chuckled, the expression reaching her eyes as she came to stand beside him. It was only after reaching his side that she took her gaze from him to the other Agent in the area and the young girl.
"I see we're still ignoring Child Labor Laws." She half-joked to Agent Stevens. "She must be Force, and you, Agent Stevens." She nodded genially.
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