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 Posted: Sat May 19, 2007 2:09 am
Karen nodded her head. "Thanks Sam... That actually really helps!" She brightened and looked around. She still had a loooong time before dinner, so she needed to kill some time.
"Hey... Do you know any good ways to kill a few hours... I'm pretty much open till dinner soo...." She was getting a bit antsy to be honest. (( is too lazy to log out XD ))
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2007 9:04 am
"Heh, violence. Maybe the guards should let you mouth off once in a while. It'd be fun to watch Jonesy or Brooks clap you around the ears." He smirked. "Or maybe let that Samantha girl do it. Give me and the boys some entertainment."
Phil resisted the temptation to roll his eyes. This woman could sure talk herself up, kind of like the jailbird that wanted to build her roost on the back of everyone else in the pidgey coop. And she did have the potential- rough, street-smart, and smart. Though not nearly as smart as she thought she was.
But Phil didn't have her all figured out yet. There was a piece of the puzzle missing- one he didn't urgently need to find, but one that would eventually prove crucial if he was keep one step ahead of her.
He'd sort it out soon enough. Those 'chump' guards would come in handy for more than fetching beer.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2007 2:02 am
"Umm...take a nap?"
Chuckling softly, Samantha was honestly lost for a reply. Time ceased to make much difference in here, so while she didn't think it was long before 'dinner' time, Karen might. Then again, Samantha had begun simply eating when hungry, sleeping when tired...and working out most of the rest of the time.
That was one thing that this place had going for it. She was free to keep whatever schedule she wanted. No one telling her she had to be somewhere or do anything at a certain time. So, she'd started just listening to her 'instincts' for lack of a better word and following her body's urges for sleep and food.
She'd never felt better.
"Sorry, I'm not more helpful. I'm afraid I've been pretty much entertaining myself lately, so unless working out and sleeping interest you, I don't have much left to offer." She gave Karen a half-hearted smile, still racking her brain for something else to suggest.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 2:13 am
The temptation was growing to simply 'clap the janitor around the ears,' as he so put it, and steal his damn flask. But, it wouldn't do to lose control like that...only fools behaved in such a manor. And Eliana was no fool.
She took a deep breath and held it for a moment before exhaling slowly again, releasing her irritation with it. It'd taken a while, but this guy had managed to get under her skin afterall. That actually earned him some points in her book. Most people would have given up long ago, stalking off in frustration or actually being dumb enough to try and attack her. Heh.
"Yeah, fascinating. I'm sure you're starved for entertainment in this sterile prison, afterall, aren't you? Nothing like a couple of girls having a catfight to get all the men 'excited,' eh?" she quipped dryly, raising an eyebrow. Men. Always so predictable.
Her quiet calm was back now. As soon as she was finished with this buffoon, she could get herself another little bottle of sweet relief. The entertainment value was almost drained from this exchange anyhow, so the thought would sustain her until then. She still wasn't quite sure what this guy's angle really was, but it didn't matter. While irritating, he was no threat to her, and therefore, she didn't particularly care.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 2:46 am
"You're so perceptive." Phil answered, a little loftily. "Well, far be it for a mere janitor like me to take up this much of her highness's time." Phil took off his cap and bobbed his head in a near comical fashion. "Your place here is guaranteed." Then, in a slightly darker tone that might have menaced a weaker minded person, he added; "Just don't stray from your place. Trust me."
And with that, he patted the young woman on the head and began to stride off.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 2:59 am
With a sound that could only be described as something between a hiss and a snarl, Eliana ducked away as if she'd been burned. Her lip was curled in disgust and distain, looking almost as if she were about to be sick at the mere idea...
"You keep your filthy hands away from me, you sorry son of a ---"
Clenching her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her skin, Eliana's slitted eyes were narrowed at the janitor in hatred and revulsion. Just short of drawing blood, she managed to regain enough control over herself to relax her hands, still keeping them balled into loose fists.
"You got off easy this time, janitor," she sneered in a dangerously low voice, raising her tattooed arm and shaking her fist at him. "But the next time you try something like that, I'm keeping your damn hand!"
She left the threat hanging on the air as she stalked back through the door into the labs. She needed more than a pathetic beer at this point...
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2007 3:17 am
Phil, for all he had seen and experienced, was still surprised at Eliana's outburst. The young woman had... issues. For a moment, Phil thought he felt sympathetic. But just for a moment.
He stared at the door she'd disappeared through, looking pensive but actually feeling a little indecisive about what to do next. That was a confusing girl, one that would not be easily swayed by him... Yet one that he had just discovered, would be very easy to take advantage of, given the right circumstances.
With that, Phil felt a couple stares burning into the back of his neck. He put on a grouchy face and stalked off. "Someone oughtta defrost that cold fish."
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