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 Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 7:27 pm
A few minutes -- that's all Kane had asked for. Just a few minutes to put his head down and drift off to a much needed slumber after encoding half of the program one of his superiors had commanded him to do. Unfortunately, before he could be granted the bliss of a deep sleep, the sudden boom of a voice at the tech branch's door shook his consciousness.
"Trainee Cashell Mccoy, could I have a word?" the woman bellowed.
Several computer chairs swiveled in the voice's direction, but only one audibly groaned. Rising to his feet, Kane stumbled over to the mauve-haired woman while rubbing at dark-circled eyes tiredly. "Mmm, w-what is it?" he questioned, mumbling something to himself as he realized he had just forgone formality toward his superior. She seemed to have ignored or shrugged it off though.
"Trainee Cashell-"
"Kane, ma'am, if you'd please..."
"Err, yes... Kane, you're on assignment."
The bespectacled male blinked. "For what?" he asked. rebuking himself internally for his lack of respect again. His fatigue was getting to him.
"Have your partner debrief you," the woman returned, turning on her heel. "Get to the file room, your partner is there."
The navy-haired male drew back and croaked out in alarm. "H-how would I know who they are?" he called to her fleeting back.
"You'll know," the woman returned without looking to him. "She'll be the only one there."
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 8:52 pm
The room tasted like dust. April licked her dry lips as she looked around the room from her uncomfortable chair against the wall. The only noise was the buzz from the overhead lights which seemed to grow louder each passing minute. While the room was brightly lit, the bright lights seemed to only emphasize how empty the room was as April sat in silence. The file cabinets seemed to create its own landscape as the sparse rows of the metal boxes seemed to vary in height and color.
April fidgeting, starting to grow claustrophobic in the room and gripped the folder in her lap. Earlier a grizzly looking man had thrust the file into her hands and gave very little explanation except that someone would be entering the room to explain everything later on. She didn't even know if she was supposed to read the file. She might have been part of the organization for a few months now but she still felt new. It seemed like just a few weeks ago that she was back home in Dewford and all she's been doing since has been trying to talk to people and recruit them. Did she even have the clearance to read it? Better to be safe than sorry, she thought. Probably would be better to get in trouble for not being briefed than reading something classified. Oh well.
April glanced at her watch as she tried once again to find a comfortable position in the chair, though she is beginning to think that there isn't one.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 9:15 pm
Kane's steps were stagnant and precise, but counting his steps to the file room wouldn't lessen the impact of the inevitable. Committing himself to assignments that didn't revolve around a computer were usually met with disinterest -- even more so with someone he knew nothing about. When he came upon the door to the file room and it was promptly opened, the navy-haired male was hit with a waft of dust that caused him to backpedal two steps and cough hysterically.
When he finally managed to hack up a lung, Kane swallowed the phlegm in his throat and looked around. His eyelids fell half-lidded in disgust. The sight of row upon row of metal cabinets and stacks of manilla folders immediately made him question their existence when Aqua had a perfectly (okay, well, moderately good) server for storing all of the information inside of them. His own growing superiority to them -- heightened tenfold by the fact he was tired and anything he thought was grand -- caused Kane to walked admirably proud into the room. It was a bit much from a guy who wore a beanie 24/7 and was only going off of two minutes of sleep.
The room was completely bare of any soul save himself and the works of humans passed. The navy-haired male was beginning to think his partner had skimped out on their assigned work when he caught the sight of a figure seated in a chair. He gave her a blink with his teal eyes before approaching carefully.
"Uh, hi?" he said with a little wave, mumbling something beneath his breath afterward. "Name's Kane, are you... Are you here for, uh, whatever we're supposed to do?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2015 12:51 am
April jumped as the door opened, wide eyed and hair standing on end. She would have looked incredibly guilty of something, if it wasn't for the fact that she hadn't done anything at all. Her heart thumped in her chest, surprised and now confused as the male began to greet her with heavy coughing as he entered the dusty room.
As his coughs echoed into the old forgotten file room from the hallway, April awkward sat in the hard metal chair as she waited for the man to catch his breath. Her baby blue eyes met with teal as he scanned the room and found her against the wall.
"Hi." April replied as she gave a small wave back. The chair screeched against the floor as she stood up clutching the folder to her chest. "I'm April... uh, sir." He looked a lot older than her, she observed, and a lot more familiar with the organization than she was. She didn't even have a uniform yet! "This is what I was given," April stated as she offered the folder to the man. "I was just told to wait for someone here. Maybe it has something to do with these files and cabinets?" She scrunched her nose. She had just realized how dusty the room was for a second time. No wonder the man had started coughing, the air in the room was incredibly stifling and having two people walking around in it has brought all the settled dust into the air.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2015 10:01 am
Kane put on an expression that reflected both the displeasure of his current situation and a clueless touch because he had no idea what he had to do. Casting his eyes up begging for help from Arceus above, the bespectacled male took the folder from her mindlessly and, without provocation, flipped through it. It was brimming with mission reports that, to him, were especially alien -- he didn't do much besides sit his lazy bum at a computer and type all day.
Letting out a sigh, he sized up April with a flick of his eyes from crown to toe and nodded his head at her words. "I guess?" he said, finding that there really wasn't any logical fallacies in her thought. Files went in cabinets, after all. Mustering up a friendly smile to hide his shared confusion, the navy-haired male rounded to one of the cabinets, located M, and stuffed the manilla folder within. Reaching a hand out to a nearby stack, he rifled through its contents, found something to do about reconstruction attempts, and slammed it into drawer R.
"For now, let's just get these sorted, yea?" he offered, fanning a splayed palm to the folders before them. "It's the only thing I can think of, at least, unless she's expecting me to transfer everything here digitally." The thought shook him; it'd take years to complete. "'Sides, if that what she wants, we'd have to sort them anyway, aha."
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