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 Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2007 7:35 pm
"Ahh, Señor Moreau! Of course, of course!" Manuel lied smoothly, stirring a little when the man went to help Mercedes out, but dismissed it by letting himself out of the vehicle. "An honor, Señor, truly, for you to come down to greet us." He clasped his pudgy hands together again, listening intently to the red head as he spoke. He hustled to Mercedes' side, looping an arm through hers and pulling her a bit closer--perhaps in an attempt to state that she was his...or maybe he was simply eager to move on.
His thick fingers clumsily stroked at her soft skin as he thought, bulging eyes rolling to give her a sidelong glance. That was her job, wasn't it? To show off his power and his current status, like she was nothing more than an accessory. But still...It almost made him edgy to hear how much more power this man was--but Manuel simply grinned unpleasantly. As soon as they got these damn shots, he could drop this little facade and plan out their next moves.
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 7:50 pm
The move, though it may have seemed ordinary enough a sentiment, caught the woman somewhat off guard. And why not? Manuel was usually first- even when it came to walking he was either beside her or ahead. Almost startled, the woman straightened as the door open, her soft brown eyes forced to regard the redhead for a moment. This client was younger than either of them, and yet he was managing some high-maitanence facility on his own tropical island. Mercedes couldn't even begin to imagine just how spoiled he probably was.
If she knew of his mild interest, she didn't make a show of it. Rather, her eyes lowered again, long lashes casting soft shadows over her cheeks as her full lips moved to form a silent 'thank you'. Those long legs were first out of the jeep, the cheap heels bought in one of their local strip malls glistening deceptively in the sunlight. As soon as she was out, only a practiced cant of her hips was used to tame free the small wrinkles that had come with the bunching of the crimson fabric. She seemed to ignore Moreau for the most part, though with such an almost-serene detachment that it was likely not directed towards him as a whole. It was all she could do not to flinch when Manuel got close again, looping his arm in hers and petting her arm like she were some sort of pet.
Mercedes had accepted her role as an ornament, and would stay as silent as the trinket she was meant to be. Her mind was elsewhere, phasing from visions of riches to those poster-picture beaches. Half an ear was given to the men as they spoke, for a moment her innate sense of Manuel's quickly shifting moods tuned off. If Moreau somehow pissed him off on the way up to wherever, she was in for a rude awakening.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2007 6:37 pm
"It's fine, I'm very hands on. I like handling things myself." Moreau smiled and led Mercedes and Manuel into the lobby of the building. "I really think you'll enjoy your time here."
Moreau took them up through the elevator and speaking clearly, told it what floor he wanted to bring them up to. There were no buttons to push, merely voice recognition and keyed for Moreau.
"So it'll just be a quick shot, and then it'll be over."
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 6:41 am
The greasy Hispanic was quite impressed by the facilities he had seen so far--even more so by the elevator that seemed to work based on oral commands. Surely wherever they'd be staying wouldn't be quite so nice; Manuel was certain that it'd have some horrid flaw somewhere, hence why they were being allowed to even use it in the first place.
The mention of the shot did bring his focus back a little, and Manuel was careful to keep a sound of irritation carefully hidden. Just a quick shot. He didn't really want to catch whatever nasty disease was going around anyway, did he? No, no, of course not. Pudgy hands twitched, wanting to wrangle one another, but Manuel kept them still. Perhaps he could question about the goods as soon as this was all over and done with...
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 4:03 pm
Very hands on, yes. That made sense if Moreau thought anyone else was incompetent of coming to greet them. Did that mean the redhead considered them important? Somehow, she doubted that was what he had meant. Maybe he was suspicious like Manuel? No... If she paid attention, she was good at reading others. This man showed no signs that he was worried at all. In fact, he seemed... a little too confident. As if he was going through a routine. That was odd to her, and she was confused by her own judgement.
"Señor," She voiced quietly as they began to ascend the elevator shaft, her voice tinged with a sort of innocent curiosity. "Outside there seems to be a small... villa. Does this sort of thing happen often? Are there more guests here?" It seemed odd to her that there were so many duplexes. The island seemed wild aside from this little patch, so surely there couldn't be that many workers to maintain and clean the buildings. She was referring to interference of the coast guard, as well as the fact Moreau had so readily set something up for them. That meant not all the quarters in the small village was filled, or the man was used to arranging these sort of things. The scientist didn't seem like the type of man that would waste anything. But that was just her guess. It seemed odd to her.
A hand petted softly at one of those forearms reassuringly, trying to calm her husband as he seemed to grow more and more annoyed. Yes, just a shot, and then they'd go somewhere nice. Maybe there were others here that Manuel could also exploit?
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 7:09 pm
Moreau laughed confidently at Mercedes' question, and smiled with a slight tone that showed admiration, he was impressed by her intuitiveness. She was likely smarter than her husband who she seemed so deferent to, "We have many permanent staff, that live in the facilities here... but we have other visitors and various researchers that stay here. Occasionally we even allow mainland employees to visit here like a resort. We have some very nice duplexes for our visitors. Everything you'd need to enjoy yourself and a beautiful beach."
Moreau approached the laboratory as the door opened itself for him. He gestured across the room, to a very doctor looking seat. "Please sit over there, I'll get the needles."
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 2:19 am
Ahh, perhaps everything would be so much easier for his wife if Manuel was indeed, stupid. But no, he was a clever, calculating man, as greasy as they came, and knew all the right things to say to manipulate those who he felt were beneath him. Then again, in face of someone like Moreau, he didn't have much power at all...
The petting did indeed manage to distract him for now, his attention pricked at the sound of others who stayed here. Normally, his irritation at Mercedes would flare--but the thought that perhaps there were staff members here, conducting illegal business by helping people like himself and therefore in a position to be black-mailed, was enticing. Manuel grunted curiously, but said nothing, bulging eyes thoughtful as they rolled up to the ceiling of the elevator, only to drop back down once the doors had slid open.
The portly Hispanic all but tugged his wife off the elevator after him, giving her a glower before tromping over to the seat, rolling up one sleeve to display a generous bicep. How long did this take, eh? Wasn't so fancy after all--he'd been expecting some machine to be all primed and ready to inject him instead...That cheesy grin stayed in place, however, just in case Moreau happened to glance over.
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 7:42 pm
A few nods were given as Moreau explained, and the woman found herself quite appalled. Feral Labs had that many workers, did it? Again, it struck her as odd. Just what did this place do, anyway? At the laughter, she granted the man with a soft and modest smile.
Anything and everything she would have asked, however, was promptly trashed by her husband's glare. Right. Mercedes lowered her eyes away from him, dipping her head apologetically. She shouldn't have spoken, no... She thought she might try to be helpful to him, but she'd messed something up again. Without any struggle, she followed him, if anything hurrying to keep up. As a result, her heels made a messy clacking against the floor.
The scientist was off to get the needles. The Spaniard shuddered slightly at that, leaning a little closer to Manuel before she slid her arms away and took a small step to the side. She was out of his way, and the good doctor would be able to get to them easily. While she waited, she lifted her hands to rub the goose-bumps out of the bare skin of her arms, beginning to again regret having worn this particular dress. They hadn't even packed to stay, either. She hoped she wouldn't have to be wearing it all tomorrow too...
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 8:28 am
Moreau walked back over to the couple with two needles in hand. He had paused for a moment when selecting the serums before deciding on the perfect one for these two.
Moreau found himself liking Mercedes, but it was obvious internally that he didn't like Manuel. He seemed sleezy, and if there was one thing that Moreau hated it was people who seemed sleezy and slimy. A moment of thinking about Billy broke his concentration before he turned his attention back to the couple.
He pulled up their sleeves, and a quick injection later and it was over for them. Atleast for now.
"Well, that wasn't so bad I hope." Moreau said, staying warm and smiling.
He disposed of the needles into a sanatary bin and then grinned again. "You'll be seen to your duplex room where you'll be staying. Like a hotel room. If you enter the elevator you'll be taken down and the guards will escort you."
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 7:09 pm
The hot flash of the injection made him grimace, rubbing gingerly at his arm to try and relieve the sensation. Damned doctors and their needles--Manuel didn't even bother to glance at Mercedes to see how she'd handled it. "Gracias Señor, ahh...I will be contacting you shortly about the supplies, yes?" He didn't exactly leave any room for argument, looping one arm with Mercedes (and wincing a little at the soreness) before shifting back towards the elevator.
Manuel was inwardly beginning to grow uneasy, unnerved by medical equipment and the fact that the Coast Guard was searching for them. Maybe he just needed some sleep, eh? Everything was fine--his plan was still functioning smoothly, and they'd be out of here in no time...
But, the Hispanic considered with a twitching glance in the Doctor's direction, if they really wouldn't be here all that long, why would they need vaccinations against a disease...? ...Well, he couldn't afford to voice that, unless he wanted to risk losing the man's cooperation.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 11:59 pm
When Moreau took her arm, Mercedes had shut her eyes to block out the initial injection. The searing pain that suddenly raced through her veins with the injection took all of her restraint not to yank her arm away from the scientist, and when the needle was gone, she looked down at her arm. Usually one couldn't see the entrance of a needle, but from the lasting pain she could almost easily find it. She mimicked Manuel, rubbing her arm gingerly in hopes of speeding the injection along and cease the burning in her arm, biting back a soft whimper.
With a soft 'good-bye' to the redhead, she allowed herself to be led by her husband, eying the elevator. Good. Once they got to where they were staying, she could make sure everything was fine to leave Manuel with and hopefully convince him to allow her out. She would like to explore what she could. After all, who knew how long they would be there? It wasn't often she got to see anything so tropical.
For now, she would leave Manuel to his suspicious thoughts- that was his role, after all. He was the brains behind this whole operation, and she was just around for looks. Not such a hard job-- and surely the advantages were much more than what any worrying over a sleazy transaction would be getting.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2007 10:39 am
Moreau smirked internally, he certainly wasn't above committing illegal action by any means. But the Rodriguez couple would never be leaving here anyway.
"Of course Mr. Rodriguez, we'll make arrangements in a couple of days. In the meantime I'll keep my ear on the Coast Guard. I'll contact you immediately when we are ready to go." Moreau smiled, and turned to a clip board and back to his work. Giving the impression he was ready to be left alone now.
Of course, he wasn't above watching Mercedes leave.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2007 5:37 pm
Lunch With MercedesMercedes and Victor have the misfortune of bumping into each other in the cafeteria. Mercedes doesn't take kindly to his appearance.
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Posted: Sun Apr 15, 2007 4:17 pm
Wrong DuplexAfter running from Victor, the wife stumbles upon the wrong duplex. Much against her will, Mercedes meets Richard and learns the truth of the island. (Goes to p.20)
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 3:51 pm
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