Lily Delaney
New RP
After sleeping against the door to her duplex by the wall, Lily hadn't woken up feeling the most comfortable. Paranoid or not, she knows she won't be doing that again. After some thought, she'd come to the conclusion that you need food, and that if she doesn't want to run into people sometime in the evening would probably be the easiest time to avoid people. Not to mention she's been feeling more comfortable in the evenings.
Lily makes it to the cafeteria without running anyone, and is feeling quite lucky when she finds that part of the town hall building empty. She relaxes a little bit and heads for the food, deciding that a sandwich of some kind may be the easiest and quickest thing to have for now. The way she carries herself makes it quite evident that she's feeling nervous.
After sleeping against the door to her duplex by the wall, Lily hadn't woken up feeling the most comfortable. Paranoid or not, she knows she won't be doing that again. After some thought, she'd come to the conclusion that you need food, and that if she doesn't want to run into people sometime in the evening would probably be the easiest time to avoid people. Not to mention she's been feeling more comfortable in the evenings.
Lily makes it to the cafeteria without running anyone, and is feeling quite lucky when she finds that part of the town hall building empty. She relaxes a little bit and heads for the food, deciding that a sandwich of some kind may be the easiest and quickest thing to have for now. The way she carries herself makes it quite evident that she's feeling nervous.
Aubrey Lockheart
Aubrey breezed into the cafeteria, clipboard in hand and labcaot billowing out behind her. She was trying to finish up the orders for the village before Moreau sent James back to the main land.
"Want something done right you have to do it yourself," she mumbleed quickly going to one of the stock cubbards and pressing her thumb to panal to have it click open. She didn't even stop to look around until the paranoid tingle raced up her spine that told her she should be wearly of Jamal.
She looked over her shoulder to see who was out and about and her eyebrows darted up when she caught sight of the girl in the corner. "Miss Delaney...." she said akwardly, forcing a friendly smile.
"Want something done right you have to do it yourself," she mumbleed quickly going to one of the stock cubbards and pressing her thumb to panal to have it click open. She didn't even stop to look around until the paranoid tingle raced up her spine that told her she should be wearly of Jamal.
She looked over her shoulder to see who was out and about and her eyebrows darted up when she caught sight of the girl in the corner. "Miss Delaney...." she said akwardly, forcing a friendly smile.
Lily Delaney
Lily is in the middle of picking up some bread when she hears someone enter the cafeteria, and she turns herself right around to see who it is, for it is likely to be easier to leave if needed if she doesn't need to turn around. Her hazel eyes widen when she sees that it's not an Islander, but a staff member. And not just any staff member.
Though her expression is surprise, her emotions are a mix of relief and nervousness. Would the subjects be the only ones upset with her? She hasn't seen any staff members other than Moreau since she was 'fired,' and that hadn't ended well.
"Dr. Lockheart," she murmurs in a way of greeting, trying to look less surprised but unable to surpress her nervousness.
Though her expression is surprise, her emotions are a mix of relief and nervousness. Would the subjects be the only ones upset with her? She hasn't seen any staff members other than Moreau since she was 'fired,' and that hadn't ended well.
"Dr. Lockheart," she murmurs in a way of greeting, trying to look less surprised but unable to surpress her nervousness.
Aubrey Lockheart
Aubrey cleared her throat and closed the door to the cabinet. "Hello." She tapped her pencil on the clipboard nervously, looking the young woman over carefully.
"How... I mean.. uhm.. how are you?" She let a sympathetic concern slip in her voice, not wanting to sound comepletly cold or ignorant to the situation.
"How... I mean.. uhm.. how are you?" She let a sympathetic concern slip in her voice, not wanting to sound comepletly cold or ignorant to the situation.
Lily Delaney
Lily keeps a hold on the bread slices in her hands, watching the nervous tap of the pencil on the clipboard, not replying to the second greeting. Her eyes lift from the pencil to Aubrey's face when she asks how she is, looking thoughtful as she searches for what to say.
"Fine," she answers but her tone is not convincing, especially if you know what happened, and almost sarcastic. She hesitates before asking quietly, "How are you?"
It's the polite thing to do, no matter how awkward.
"Fine," she answers but her tone is not convincing, especially if you know what happened, and almost sarcastic. She hesitates before asking quietly, "How are you?"
It's the polite thing to do, no matter how awkward.
Aubrey Lockheart
Aubrey didn't hide her expression of skepticism when she said she was fine. Her eyebrows raised and her eyes quickly darted to look at the green scaling appearing on her skin. "Oh..."
Aubrey slowly sat down at one of the tables. "Stressful," she said honestly.
Aubrey slowly sat down at one of the tables. "Stressful," she said honestly.
Lily Delaney
Ok, Aubrey isn't leaving... but she doesn't seem angry and it sounds like she's being honest. Lily knows it could be worse, and takes a hesitant step forward, still holding the bread which is getting a little sticky from the skin on her fingers.
"Oh?" she murmurs, wondering if she should ask about it after not being questioned on her own answer. Of course, a dishonest answer is usually to avoid follow-up questions.
"Why's that?" Lily asks finally, sounding as curious and sympathetic as she can while in her own current mood and state of mind.
"Oh?" she murmurs, wondering if she should ask about it after not being questioned on her own answer. Of course, a dishonest answer is usually to avoid follow-up questions.
"Why's that?" Lily asks finally, sounding as curious and sympathetic as she can while in her own current mood and state of mind.
Aubrey Lockheart
Aubrey shrugged. "Dr. Duvert little lockdown experiment totally derailed several things I was working on." Aubrey pulled down the silk scarf arond her next to show off the bandages. "Mr. Reedy wants nothing more to kill me now since that happened. So I've mostly been cleaning up that mess. Plus some problems with Mr. Woodrow."
Aubrey clicked her fingernails on the table's enamel. "How are you... adjusting?"
Aubrey clicked her fingernails on the table's enamel. "How are you... adjusting?"
Lily Delaney
Lily takes a couple more steps towards Aubrey, looking surprised at the casual mention of Duvert's lockdown experiment and she opens her mouth to ask about it when she is shown the bandages, which quiet her.
"I know that feeling," Lily comments sadly, her voice more sincere, after Aubrey says a Mr. Reedy would like to kill her, recalling the threats she'd gotten from the black man that appeared out of the brush by the river, as well as the scary looks she's gotten from.. another scary looking man.
"I don't think I can adjust," she answers the question, much more honest than her previous answer, making it over to the table and sitting at the end away from Aubrey but considerably closer to her now. She sets the bread on the table.
"I know that feeling," Lily comments sadly, her voice more sincere, after Aubrey says a Mr. Reedy would like to kill her, recalling the threats she'd gotten from the black man that appeared out of the brush by the river, as well as the scary looks she's gotten from.. another scary looking man.
"I don't think I can adjust," she answers the question, much more honest than her previous answer, making it over to the table and sitting at the end away from Aubrey but considerably closer to her now. She sets the bread on the table.
Aubrey Lockheart
"Mr. Reedy is a loose cannon. I'm worried something serious will have to be done... before someone else gets hurt. Or worse."
She watched over Lily for a second, frowning. "I'm sure things will get easier, Miss Delaney..." Aubrey tried to sound comforting. "I mean, you're just on the other side of the fence... but its not like any of us are going anywhere, you know. At least now you don't have to work!" The older lady gave a very akward laugh that quickly faded.
She watched over Lily for a second, frowning. "I'm sure things will get easier, Miss Delaney..." Aubrey tried to sound comforting. "I mean, you're just on the other side of the fence... but its not like any of us are going anywhere, you know. At least now you don't have to work!" The older lady gave a very akward laugh that quickly faded.
Lily Delaney
Lily shivers a bit at the description of Jamal, being around a loose cannon, as Aubrey had called him, when everyone was so angry with her doesn't sound very appealing. She gives a small smile when Aubrey attempts to comfort her, having mixed feelings on what she says.
"Early retirement?" she comments, "Really early.. but I didn't mind the work so much, I thought the idea was interesting.." she pauses, thinking about what she's saying, "Think, I guess. But so many unwilling people.. forever.."
She stares off at the wall, thinking about the 'forever' part. When she'd taken the job, she had signed something saying she wouldn't leave until the project was complete. It never was going to finish, was it?
"Early retirement?" she comments, "Really early.. but I didn't mind the work so much, I thought the idea was interesting.." she pauses, thinking about what she's saying, "Think, I guess. But so many unwilling people.. forever.."
She stares off at the wall, thinking about the 'forever' part. When she'd taken the job, she had signed something saying she wouldn't leave until the project was complete. It never was going to finish, was it?
Aubrey Lockheart
Aubrey's nail tapping soft and she sighed. "Its.. I don't know. It's not easy, but you have to just detatch yourself."
Aubrey scoffed. "Look at me.. talking about detatching. I'm the one trying to connect with all these people." Aubrey winced a little, realizing 'these people' now included Lily. "I'm unsure where I really fit anymore. I'm trying to help them as much as I can. But Moreau is right, they are never going to.. not hate me."
Aubrey scoffed. "Look at me.. talking about detatching. I'm the one trying to connect with all these people." Aubrey winced a little, realizing 'these people' now included Lily. "I'm unsure where I really fit anymore. I'm trying to help them as much as I can. But Moreau is right, they are never going to.. not hate me."
Lily Delaney
"Detach," she murmurs, looking down at her orange and odd-shaped fingers. She'd never thought about the subjects, not as people- it was easy when you weren't allowed to know much about them. Part of her told her that is why a lot of the people will probably be upset with her. She glances back up when Aubrey comments on 'these people,' also catching that she is now one of them but still finding the word to seem appropriate.
"At least," she says thoughtfully, "You can avoid them, if you want to." She pauses, wanting to say something better than that but finding it hard to be comforting. Being in a paranoid and pessimistic state of mind about everyone hating her makes it harder for Lily to find something to good to say about it to someone who is openly in contact with the subjects but still works in the labs.
"At least," she says thoughtfully, "You can avoid them, if you want to." She pauses, wanting to say something better than that but finding it hard to be comforting. Being in a paranoid and pessimistic state of mind about everyone hating her makes it harder for Lily to find something to good to say about it to someone who is openly in contact with the subjects but still works in the labs.
Aubrey Lockheart
Aubrey picked at her nails with a sigh. "I can.. if I wanted to," she admitted. "But I don't to. I want them to establish lives here. And I want to be a part of it." She shook her head. "I know that sounds really silly. But I do. I think this would work more as a community if people could just realize the order of things."
She chucked. "I guess that is pretty ridulous, huh?" She shook her head. "But,I mean.. I know they are angry with you. But I think you should try to...amend things. I mean... I have my enemies, but some people are rather civil to me. And, well, I knew more about what was going on here than you did. Hell, half the people are here because I signed off on their forms." She buried her head in her hand, almost in a shameful manner.
She chucked. "I guess that is pretty ridulous, huh?" She shook her head. "But,I mean.. I know they are angry with you. But I think you should try to...amend things. I mean... I have my enemies, but some people are rather civil to me. And, well, I knew more about what was going on here than you did. Hell, half the people are here because I signed off on their forms." She buried her head in her hand, almost in a shameful manner.
Lily Delaney
"A community," she repeats, "It's nice that you want to be a part of life here despite what people think.."
Ok, that sounded odd coming from her. Lily straightens up a bit as she thinks about it. Everyone she'd met was so nice, she does want to be a part of the community- that could be part of why she's so concerned. After a thoughtful pause she mumbles, "I guess I do to. And at least you're honest with th-" she stops before correcting herself, "us, I guess pretending I didn't work here before wasn't a good way to gain trust. I want to fix things, but I don't know how I will, yet."
She thinks about how Chana had looked at the river, the one person she'd talked to before that was there. Lying, or hiding the truth as was the case with most, really hasn't worked.
Ok, that sounded odd coming from her. Lily straightens up a bit as she thinks about it. Everyone she'd met was so nice, she does want to be a part of the community- that could be part of why she's so concerned. After a thoughtful pause she mumbles, "I guess I do to. And at least you're honest with th-" she stops before correcting herself, "us, I guess pretending I didn't work here before wasn't a good way to gain trust. I want to fix things, but I don't know how I will, yet."
She thinks about how Chana had looked at the river, the one person she'd talked to before that was there. Lying, or hiding the truth as was the case with most, really hasn't worked.
