01 :: you can never go home

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[ You're in front a large gate with the initials 'N.N.' in cursive on it. It's far too large to climb over and chained securely shut... for a second or so. Then suddenly that chain falls off and the gates open ominously. In front of you is a beautiful, endless estate. You will find a mansion, pool house, and even a hedge maze should you chose to explore. (Just ignore the gate snapping shut behind you and the chain resuming its spot.) Out of the corner of your eye, you will see either a young woman trying to find a way out or a young girl playing innocently. When you turn to look at them though they are always gone. Maybe you should try calling out to one of them? Surely they can help you either seach this place or find a way  to escape. That gate thing was a little creepy but, there is a pool house. ]

Comments

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

Quite a few, to be honest. I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

It doesn't. [She studies him carefully for a moment.]

Look let's just cut to the chase. What do you want from me?

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

[He lets a long pause elapse, studying her back.]

Elektra, how would you like a job?

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

Depends. What's the job?

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

Simple. [points to himself.] One of us. [points to her- One of them.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[Elektra smiles slightly.] What makes you think I'm one of them?

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

Call it a hunch. Am I wrong?

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

Not exactly. [She got her abilities through discipline and training but, she highly doubted that mattered to most people.]

... I'll join on a trial basis.

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow before a slow smile spreads over his lips.] Excellent.

So, how about that sign-in? [He's already leading her to processing, a light hand on her back.]

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[She's walking along with him.] Fine but, you should know I don't really like to be touched.

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

.. Sorry. [He really hadn't meant anything by it, and he drops his hand immediately.] You can just step right into my office. [waves her in.]

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

It's fine. You didn't know. [She'll head on inside. From the sound of her voice, you wouldn't even think she cares one way or another.]

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

[From the look on his face, you'd think paperwork excites him. He is supposed to be selling paper after all. But no, he just hasn't had a partner since the New Company.] Have a seat. [He says, clearing his throat as he starts filling out the top of something.] Do you have a last name, date of birth? ...I can skip that section. [whistles while he goes, handing her the paper a few times to sign.]

And you're signed in. That was relatively painless, right?

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[That was a little suspicious but, she wasn't going to question it. McCabe had gotten her used to characters. Speaking of him, he was probably going to mad about this. She's making a mental note to dodge his phone calls until she figured out what she was doing here.]

It was. When do you expect me to start?

[morallycomfy.livejournal.com]

When are you free?

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

Let me check. [She pulls out her cell phone and scans it. No missed calls from McCabe.]

Looks like I'm free now.