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 Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 11:19 pm
Christof would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. The cake in his hands jiggled as he stared up at the facility. It had somehow managed to survive the long ride there on Chopper, and the bike rumbled off behind him to explore somewhere and hopefully not be confiscated.
It would be a long walk home if that was case.
Deep breaths.
This was for Mistress.
He presented identification to the boogiemen. He said nothing as they asked him to fill out paperwork and prodded and scanned and tested his cake before confiscating it with a lot of stern words about no gifts being allowed.
Again, Christof said nothing.
"It's just an Igor, you're probably just confusin' him, not giving him orders." An officer grunted to the one glaring down at the hunchback. He licked his talon and turned the page of Abdomens Monthly.
The other Boogie just glared, "What if someone commanded him to do something."
"We checked the cake, it aint even drugged. Frisk him and let him see his Master."
The Igor obeyed as security was continued, his eyes straight forward and expression hardened as he put up with their checking every crevice.
Finally, they lead him towards the cell.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 12:16 am
The period of mourning over her freedom had passed. Riley was no longer found in her cell wasting away the days staring at the bars and conjuring up ideas on how to kill everyone in the facility at once. Now, she was using her time positively. Every minute of every day not spent eating, or sleeping, was spent exercising.
She had begun slowly, much to her chagrin. But it was clear from the way her body screamed in pain when she started attempting touching her toes, that she had a great deal of work to do. The first step had been strengthening her abdomen - or what was left of it. The skin that lay taut and puckered within the hole was completely scar tissue. It was ragged, and coarse, and most days it still hurt, despite the wound being long since healed. So she strengthened her muscles, in the hopes that she would be able to move her broken abdomen without debilitating pain. Once she was satisfied, her training moved on to muscle strength. Push ups, squats, and eventually simply picking up her cot and bench pressing it became the norm. She was sure the guards hated that she did this, and that thought alone kept her thriving.
When Christof arrived, she was in just such a position. She was lying on the floor, with her hands flat against the bottom of the cot, and she was pushing it up and down at intervals. When she heard the movement nearby, she set the cot back down and sat up, wiping the sweat off her face with a corner of the lab coat she wore. But she remained on the floor, sitting and waiting.
The sight of Christof made her demeanor go from steely, to pleasant, in seconds. Ahhh.. She whispered. What a delight.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 12:24 am
Christof stiffened at the sight of her, and for a moment was left in a state of nervousness once again. He swallowed it as his chaperons unlocked the door to let him in.
I brought you a cake, Mistress, but they took it. Perhaps I can see if I can retrieve it... was the first thought that crossed his mind toward her.
It didn't matter. It was just a distraction for the boogies anyway.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 12:38 am
A cake? She perked considerably, though she was more interested in the way he called her Mistress. It sent a shiver through her body - it was good to feel that way again. She extended her thoughts as far as she could go. Why did they take it? Vek, Prinny, if the two of you can hear me, I had better get a piece of that cake. If not, I will tell Sinclaire what the two of you say about her behind her back. It was a weak threat, but it was only cake, after all.. the bastards would probably give it up just to keep her mouth shut. And I'll give you one hell of a headache whenever you come near me.
Riley stood quickly and took Christofs hands, leading him down to the cot so he could sit. Now, tell me. To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you again? She reached out and brushed her hand along his cheek. Yours is a face I longed to see again.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 12:42 am
Christof moved where he was lead, his fear-powered heart racing as she brushed her warm fingertips against his stitched cheek. My... my face, Mistress? I wished to... to see you. It was important that I do. You returned from the dead without becoming undead, Mistress. That is a very big thing.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 1:11 am
Riley dropped her hands and tilted her head, staring incredulously at the igor. This wasn't what she expected from him, when she had him alone. Indeed. She murmured warily, keeping herself aloof. I doubt just anyone could have done it. I wonder, why are you so interested in it? You seem to have something on your mind. A reason for visiting me, perhaps? And here I thought you just wanted to keep me company.
She tried to sound hurt. It came off a bit more sarcastic than she'd meant.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 1:28 am
For starters... its difficult to believe it is truly you, Mistress. His stitched lips wormed as he shifted to face her, mismatched eyes peering at her intently through his mats of hair. I am happy to provide company, if you don't mind that of a lowly Igor, He glanced away again but kept an eye on her expression out of the corner of his peripheral vision.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 2:31 am
Riley made no attempt to hide the look of insult from her face. You think I am not myself, simply because I do not remember a few years spent in that school? She sounded just a touch angry, but it was growing. I remember every moment of my life. I remember the day after I was born. The first time I won a trial. The day I was assigned to Amity. Now the tone of anger had started to worm it's way into her voice. But because I do not remember.. these people. These students? I am questioned? I am questioned?
She shifted slightly, and looked away from Christof, keeping her eyes on the bars as she seethed to herself.
I have no proof of who I am, other than my word. She murmured quietly, dangerously. But my word should be enough.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 9:12 am
I said it was difficult, Mistress, not that it was completely unbelievable. It is a miracle. She hadn't responded to the little test, his eyes lowering to his knees as he remained sitting on the bed. Were they being watched, he wondered? Surely they weren't being recorded or listened to.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 11:10 pm
Riley's feathers had been ruffled, but she visibly relaxed and tried to retain what little calm she could muster, for the time being. I suppose it is. She admitted quietly. I would have never thought it possible, myself. The wonders of modern science, hmm? All those beautiful minds at work making miracles.
The topic pleased her, and she leaned back on the wall and closed her eyes. If they trusted me enough to work with them, I bet we could achieve so much more than having me locked in this disgusting cell. The word was punctuated with bitter hatred, and hurt to hear.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 11:12 pm
Do you know if they are watching, Mistress? He knew they couldn't listen in, not when they were communicating with their minds, but even so, one had to be careful.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 11:50 pm
Always. She sighed. I haven't found exactly where they are hiding the cameras, but I know they watch me. Vek's made some lewd comments about what I look like when I exercise. I know they can see us. The topic had slipped her, the severe control on her pronouns sliding away. They watch us. Every day. We want to be rid of this place, at once.
She curled inward, and her arms wrapped around her knees.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 12:04 am
Christof's brows knit. Us? His stitched lips squirmed. He'd wait for his gift when it would be less obvious. Are you allowed things? Books? Pens and paper? He thought to her warily. I can bring you more things.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 12:21 am
Riley's demeanor shifted, turning to look at the igor with a gentle, pleased look. I am allowed all of these things. Christof, I would absolutely love some books. You cannot imagine how dreadfully boring it is in this room. Please, try to find me something I have not read..
She stopped for a moment, as she realized that she wouldn't remember books in her room even if she -had- read them.
Well, I suppose that will be an easy task. She chuckled.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 1:06 am
He gave a verbal grunt of affirmation, pulling out a small notebook from his pocket to start scribbling with his pencil nub, That must be why they did not confiscate my notebook. I can leave it and its pencil if you wish when I leave. It would make things difficult if he were to get lost on his way home and need to ask for directions, but it was certainly easier for him to procure a new one. Do they search the books do you think? He added carefully.
I am more than happy to retrieve anything you wish. He glanced up to her, still playing the dutiful servant.
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