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 Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 1:00 am
Sasha pressed her lips together, a worried expression on her face.
"I.. I mean, sir, if you think it would be best handled ah.. separately, I understand, I just… I.. I don't insist sir. I just."
She mumbled a word under her breath that sounded suspiciously like 'frick' before pressing onward.
"I thought it would be. Easier. So you ah. I mean, I know you're busy, sir. I just thought that ah.. it might take up less of your time, is all. If you would prefer just ah… it doesn't matter to me. I just want.. I need answers. And.. and sir, you're the only one I trust to be honest."
A long silence.
"And um. Sir. Thank you for rescuing me? Your friend… it's nice of you to keep her things as they were, sir. I.. I did the same for my papa, until I left to come here."
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 1:19 am
"Another step," the doctor murmured softly, still carefully leading the way. "I'll speak with you all, but you can hardly blame me for preferring the flower to the flies, hm?" He squeezed her hand again at the desperate edge of her voice as she spoke of answers. "No need to thank me my dear, you hardly seemed in danger until I arrived, and would have likely done just fine had I not."
They paused and the sound of stone moving once again filled the air as a crack of light appeared before them, growing wider to reveal an office. With it's sleek but comfortable leather furniture and minibar, the office seemed oddly executive compared to those found elsewhere on the island.
Leading her out, the doctor turned to Sasha. He lifted a hand to brush her cheek with his thumb, "You're a nice girl, Sasha, and it's only natural of you to think well of others. But please," his fingers slid around her chin to tip her face up, "...stop thinking of me as anything even approaching kind." He leaned down and briefly pressed his lips against her temple before stepping back into the dark of the passageway.
As the stone door began to close behind him, he continued, voice soft but reasonable, "It's for your own good, really." And then the stone door was shut, blending in perfectly with the rest of the office wall. The room's door was cracked open just a bit, and upon leaving it Sasha would find herself in the familiar hallways of the Life labs.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 4:40 pm
Sasha stared at that stone door as it closed, impeccably aligned with the rest of the wall. There she stood, alone in the doctor's office, one hand touched to her temple where he'd pressed his lips, the other resting against her collarbone. Sasha pressed her lips together as she mulled over the doctor's words.
For her own good? She frowned, blue eyes darting over to the desk.
She shouldn't. She knew she shouldn't. She'd told Candace she wouldn't. But.. the doctor was back, and tomorrow seemed so impossibly far away. A sour taste coated her tongue as she thought about that list, about what it all meant. She could feel her heart racing, but Sasha was already moving towards the door to the hallway of the Labs. Instead of passing through the doorway, Sasha closed it with an quiet, unobtrusive click.
Was she really going to snoop when the doctor was so close?
Sasha set her jaw.
Yes, yes she was. The trainee was tired of being kept in the dark, tired of unanswered questions, tired of not knowing and tired of feeling as if she were going to shatter from the inside out. Sasha felt horrible, but...
Stepping forward as quiet as she could, Sasha moved around the back of the desk. Drawers were open and closed in slow, halting movements, papers shuffled. Haphazard and hurried - she'd worry about consequences later.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 5:22 pm
A set of papers shifted time reveal a photo of her former home, neatly pinned to a brief note. ??? H - found a few squatters at the location, been taken care of. Building still in decent shape, but a lot got destroyed. Had everything salvageable placed into storage. Unit 212. The requested item was found in a local pawn shop, along with several other valuables. The items has been delivered, the rest placed in storage. If you want them moved to one of the D. vaults, just give word. RD
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 6:36 pm
Sasha almost missed the picture, almost missed the little note attached to it. It was only a small corner of the picture that caught her eye, caused her to investigate. A familiar mailbox set against a wooden fence, 'Belrose' painted on the side - in her script. That little visible piece of the photo was what drew her in, what caused her to reach out. Slipping the photo and attached note from the sheaf of papers that concealed it, Sasha could only stare.
It was her home. Her home.
Slowly brushing her fingers against the glossy picture, Sasha bit back a sob. Tears pooled, threatened to spill over. Nona was silent, a heavy presence in Sasha's mind; one that radiated concern and curiosity, but refrained from invading.
There were the stones that bracketed the base of the mailbox post, colored with bright flowers and little hearts. The numbers on the house itself, ceramic squares that had been painted with little stars and the house number before her papa had hung them on the side of the house. A small clay pot that looked like a curious frog. A little sign along the walkway that bid welcome to visitors.
This was what she'd left behind. Everything.
At that moment Sasha tugged the note free, taking a moment to read it. She staggered as her tearful eyes drank in each word, the world spinning around her.
…a lot got destroyed.
…storage.
Unit 212.
She paused at the words requested item. Why had.. had the doctor asked someone to retrieve something?
It took a moment, but soon enough everything seemed to click. She simply didn't have the luxury to dwell on it; Sasha was nervous the doctor could return at any moment.
Sniffling loudly only to cringe shortly after, Sasha pinned the note back to the picture. She didn't leave it behind. It was carefully tucked into her pocket. There would be time to sort through her emotions later. Maybe Jerry would have some kind of input, some sort of thought on the matter. Forcing herself to focus, Sasha went back to searching. She had no idea if she would find anything else, in all honesty, but she wasn't going to leave without making sure that she'd combed over every visible inch of the office.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 8:28 pm
Numerous yellow legal pads, neatly stacked and ordered. Several black address books, and one red. An old copy of Crime and Punishment. Several curious little puzzles, a picture of the doctor and Jerry together, a shaving kit. A drawer full of small notes from Clarice, two apples, a juicebox, and various odds and ends the assistant saw fit to keep in his office. A gun case. Two. A ladies scarf, carrying the exotic scent of far far away. A magnifying glass. A box of cigars. A pencil sketch of a woman lying indolent and nude upon a bed. One drawer held something a bit odd. Atop a large flat book sat two small figures. Finely crafted and equisitely painted, there was a woman in a white robe, and a man in black, each strangely familiar despite their small size. The book itself featured a garish red monster of some sort, a helpless damsel in it's clutches. Advanced Dungeons and Dragons. A small note lay with the figures. The paper was rough around the edges and had the appearance of being have pressed. The writing held a definite girlish quality, with small flowers dotting the i's as well as scattered here and there in the text. The flowers were tiny and playful, yet skillfully rendered. ??? Let us not fight anymore. Yesterday was the worst by far. I'll find another way, as this "game" has caused too much strife between us already. Inexperienced as I am, I'm afraid that submitting to you in this is out of the question. And I know your stubborn ways know no reason. There can be no compromise between us in this matter, so we shall place it behind us. I wish for Pig-Pig's friendship, but value ours more. If both of us cannot be Dungeon Master, then neither of us shall be. So please stop pouting, V
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 9:28 pm
Legal pads were left strewn about. Sasha stacked the address books on top of them, along with the aged book. These things did not hold her interest and so Sasha moved on. The puzzles were given a curious glance before being discarded as unimportant. Set aside. Move on.
A confused frown creased her features when she caught sight of the photo of the doctor and Jerry together. Jerry looked.. well, he looked drunk. Sasha shook her head. before she brushed her thumb across the picture, over his face. He was probably completely distraught at her disappearance. Giving a soft hum of distress, she wavered for a split second. She could call him or even text him just to let him know that she was okay…
But each moment counted. Sasha didn't want to waste a second. She continued on in her careful ransacking of the doctor's desk. Sasha gave a silly pause at the sight of the shaving kit, opening it out of curiousity. A straight-edge. Sasha wasn't surprised, and she couldn't help but smile softly at the sight of it before setting the kit aside.
The apples, the juicebox, all of these little inconsequential things were given no attention. Sasha averted her eyes upon catching sight of the nude sketch, cheeks immediately pinkening as that was quickly set aside. She covered it with the yellow legal pads. After a brief clearing of her throat, Sasha got back to business. If she stopped to think about what she was doing for too long, she'd only get upset with herself and her own actions. Sasha didn't even want to think about what the doctor would say. She just knew that he would be displeased, and in truth Sasha felt that he would be completely justified.
Upon opening one drawer, Sasha was greeted by the sight of two small, painted figures, a strange-looking book and a small piece of paper.
The book was essentially ignored, but the figures were carefully picked up between forefinger and thumb, one in each hand. One of them was undoubtedly the doctor, while the other looked disconcertingly familiar. Long dark hair, pure white robes. Sasha's mouth pinched as she placed both figures into the palm of one hand while she reached forward to lift the small, intricately written note with the other.
Scanning the paper quickly, Sasha's brows knit.
She didn't understand much of it. Really, she didn't understand any of it. Pig-Pig? Dungeon Master? She wondered briefly who V was as she set the note back on top of the book. The figures were given a long, ponderous look before they, too, were settled back onto the note. It was likely coincidence that there was a figure that looked so similar to … well, to herself, but with the threat of the doctor's return looming ominously, Sasha merely saved the contents of the drawer to memory before continuing on.
After all, Pig-Pig might be important. A code, perhaps.
Sasha tried to set everything back exactly as she found it. Giving the room a final sweep, Sasha wanted to assure herself that she hadn't missed a single thing.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 10:43 pm
A small closet would reveal several set of clothing, clean and neatly pressed, but not stiffly starched. The clothes of someone who valued personal comfort and appearance in equal measure. Two gift bags sat on the floor, one containing some rather nice women's lingerie. And in the other, a pair of shoes, strappy, with high light-up heels. A metal case sat beside them, an electronic lock holding it shut.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 11:02 pm
Nothing of interest in the closet, though she took a moment to brush her fingers against the shirts as she moved past them. The lingerie was given something of a wistful glance; Sasha's expression went from normal to deeply troubled in the span of a few short moments as she peered into the gift bag that contained the shoes. Sasha stopped to gaze curiously at the metal case with the lock before moving to the door of the office. Sasha knew that she'd left the desk in disarray, and at the moment she wasn't entirely sure that her bold moves had been worth it. Her search had revealed only more questions while answering none. As she moved out of the labs, Sasha sent a quick text to Jerry, wincing when she noticed the one her phone had received much earlier. Bilious Text to Jerry:am okay. tired. explain later. A sudden suffocating exhaustion overtook her, and she knew he would have questions. They would have to wait for now.
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