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 Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 4:11 pm
Parallel reality? It made about as much sense as anything Penny could think of, and neither Kurma or Esabel had explained to her just how those nasty monsters came into being. It didn't really matter her to anyway. Penny just cared about how to get them out if existence.
One hand reached out to grip Matthew's wrist. She waited for the youma to circle. It moved in a high arc, heading toward the rafters. "Go!" she whispered. Her heels slapped against the ground much louder than she would have liked, but it hardly slowed her down. Penny ran like a woman on a mission, leaping over wires and pulling Matthew along behind her the entire time.
Up above, the youma let out a cry of distress. The door was inches away. Penyn wrenched it open, practically tossed Matthew inside, and then dove in behind him, slamming the door shut just as the youma made its death dive. The creature slammed against the door so hard, the knobs rattled. Penny held the door for a moment and then wedged a chair under it.
"That should hold us until the cops are here," she said, taking a step back. Penny turned to face Matthew, but it hardly mattered. It was pitch black inside. "Looks like you and me are going to get to know each other really well, Michael," she said. "What brings you to DCNN anyway? Want a career to behind-the-show business?" It appeared that making conversation was Penny's way of coping.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 4:21 pm
Matthew ran like a man possessed - oh, he had no need howsoever to be told to run like the wind. He'd already been all but diving into the closet when he was helpfully pushed - he all but crashed inside, but he certainly could care less at the moment.
So many closet jokes could be made here, but the purple-haired young man chose restrain, if only because Penny was only a good kick away from the most precious part of his body.
"Matthew." He corrected her, idly. He would have shrugged, but then he'd probably have accidentally smacked her. "Im studying programming, but I like learning new things, and DCNN looks damn good on a resume. I kind of like the behind-the-scene stuff, through, so if programming doesn't work out..."
Penny wanted to idle-chat, and Matthew seemed more than happy to indulge her. This went back and forth for about 20 minutes before a loud bang stopped Matthew in mid-sentence.
Well, looked like their saviors had arrived.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 4:28 pm
Twenty minutes of small talk was no problem for Penny. She was a master communicator -- or at least she was good at talking for long stretches of time. By the end of their moment in the closet together, Penny officially knew more about Matthew than she did about any other intern in the history of her time at DCNN.
When the fuzz arrived, Penny hopped out of the closet with a sigh of relief. "Took you long enough," she said to the man at the front. He pursed his lips and explained that they chased the animal out of the building. It was believed to be a hawk in heat. Penny stared at the officer for a long time. "A hawk in heat," she echoed, furrowing her brow. "Wow, you guys are really good at your job."
She shook her head, pushing through them. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to mine." Penny spun at the last minute to c**k a half-hearted wave at Matthew. "Nice chatting, Michael. I vote you take the rest of the day off -- go do kid stuff, okay." Her hand fumbled in her pocket, and she pulled out a pack of cigarettes, disappearing around a corner and out of sight.
The police would have to find her if they wanted to question her, it would seem.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 4:35 pm
Matthew, by the time the doors finally opened, was now quite certain that in spite of knowing more about him than any other intern in DCNN history, Penny would never manage to get his name right.
Maybe he just had a face that screamed Michael. By now he really didn't care.
...A hawk in heat. Really. He was now convinced that these dudes wouldn't know a hawk from a pigeon, but Penny was quicker on the remark than him. She was also quicker to exit stage left, which meant the officers were now more than happy to try to interrogate him.
Oh, bother. It was a solid hour before Matthew finally made his way to freedom.
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