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"Hey Bek, you like the snow, right?"
"If you asking me on a date again, Doctor Marshe, then I'm going to have to decline."
"That’s, er, not what I meant. I have a project for you."
Bekkah looked up to the man, pulling a length of black hair behind her ear. She considered him with a furrowed brow and a
hard gaze as she repositioned her body, her head resting upon her hand. Dr. Terrance Marshe had been her companion long
enough to know that it was rare when these 'projects' of his didn't have something to do with matters unappealing or illegal.
While it was true that things never got… well, boring, one could only almost go to jail so many times before she got tired of his
antics. One could wonder why, then, she agreed to these ridiculous things.
"Hey, don't lookit me like that, Bek." A faint, cheeky grin grew onto the man's face and Bekkah's eyebrows scrunched closer
together. He was getting harder and harder to put up with, but hey, it wasn't like she had anything better to do. The woman sighed,
lifting her body out of her seat, craning her head from side to side in a stretch. "Fine," she started, setting her hands in the
pockets of her jacket and looking up to the taller man with an exasperated face, "what do you need me to do?"
"Well, it's not really what. More of… who." At the sudden, pointed look the Doctor received from the woman, he hastily corrected
himself. "I mean, not like. Well. Just follow me." With a shake of the head, Bekkah followed the man through the sliding metal
doors that lead to the lab. She'd been there once or twice, and though she was still curious she stopped paying any mind to the
strange test tubes containing what seemed to be pokeballs. Her eyes, instead, stayed in front of her, on the back of the lab
assistant's head, wondering what she could have possibly been volunteering herself for.
As Terrance stopped at a table at the end of the room, she stopped beside him and watched as he ran his hand over and picked up
an orb from a handful that lay in a neat pile beside a peculiar machine. "Here." He said briefly, nodding his head at the ball. Bekkah
blinked at the strangely colored orb that seemed to be… "A pokeball?" She looked at it, back to the man. "That's it?"
"Well, yeah. Sortof." He just watched her as she picked up the ball and, surprised at how cold it was, dropped it with a yelp. As
Bekkah looked up to the man with a bewildered look, he just smiled.
"What the hell do you do, here?"
"Hey Bek, you like the snow, right?"
"If you asking me on a date again, Doctor Marshe, then I'm going to have to decline."
"That’s, er, not what I meant. I have a project for you."
Bekkah looked up to the man, pulling a length of black hair behind her ear. She considered him with a furrowed brow and a
hard gaze as she repositioned her body, her head resting upon her hand. Dr. Terrance Marshe had been her companion long
enough to know that it was rare when these 'projects' of his didn't have something to do with matters unappealing or illegal.
While it was true that things never got… well, boring, one could only almost go to jail so many times before she got tired of his
antics. One could wonder why, then, she agreed to these ridiculous things.
"Hey, don't lookit me like that, Bek." A faint, cheeky grin grew onto the man's face and Bekkah's eyebrows scrunched closer
together. He was getting harder and harder to put up with, but hey, it wasn't like she had anything better to do. The woman sighed,
lifting her body out of her seat, craning her head from side to side in a stretch. "Fine," she started, setting her hands in the
pockets of her jacket and looking up to the taller man with an exasperated face, "what do you need me to do?"
"Well, it's not really what. More of… who." At the sudden, pointed look the Doctor received from the woman, he hastily corrected
himself. "I mean, not like. Well. Just follow me." With a shake of the head, Bekkah followed the man through the sliding metal
doors that lead to the lab. She'd been there once or twice, and though she was still curious she stopped paying any mind to the
strange test tubes containing what seemed to be pokeballs. Her eyes, instead, stayed in front of her, on the back of the lab
assistant's head, wondering what she could have possibly been volunteering herself for.
As Terrance stopped at a table at the end of the room, she stopped beside him and watched as he ran his hand over and picked up
an orb from a handful that lay in a neat pile beside a peculiar machine. "Here." He said briefly, nodding his head at the ball. Bekkah
blinked at the strangely colored orb that seemed to be… "A pokeball?" She looked at it, back to the man. "That's it?"
"Well, yeah. Sortof." He just watched her as she picked up the ball and, surprised at how cold it was, dropped it with a yelp. As
Bekkah looked up to the man with a bewildered look, he just smiled.
"What the hell do you do, here?"
