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Post by Mr. Seran on Mar 28, 2010 3:24:06 GMT -5
I would buy a rocket chair, you know the kind that James Bond would have. Yea the ejector seat type. Sitting back in his overly gaudy leather chair fit with golden studs over the elongated crest he simply imagined what it'd be like to get to eject students he didn't like from his office. A small snort at the excitement from the ideal of having Agent T. enter. In his mind frame reaching out to press the button under the mahogany table.
*BAM!*
The roof would suddenly expand and open up giving way to the rocket chair and Agent T. bursting out headfirst. Oh the little things in life that brought forth enjoyment.
"Mr. Durand your 2 o'clock is here.." A sultry voice came from his busty Secretary over the speaker.
"Alright thank you Jenna, please show her in."
With a calm demeanor Thierry smiled and leaned back in his chair awaiting her entrance. Soon as she would he'd direct a palm outwards to show the chair. Not nearly as equal in rivalry to his. Oh Men always had to dick measure, luckily Bastille had no dick... or so he thought. New development to discover? =D?!
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Post by Bastille on Mar 28, 2010 3:34:23 GMT -5
The long flight from god knows where to LAX international airport and then the two hour drive to San Diego had about killed her patients. Extremely jet lagged and grumpy she sauntered into the room looking like a battle worn preteen dressed in an overly baggy trench coat. However she undid the coat to show some decent business clothing. Any one who knew her would know that this was just her playing dress up, and that somewhere on her tightly clothed person was a store of weapons. She no longer carried a sword, it was too recognizable to her person. She instead stood behind the chair, not sitting quite yet- taking off her sunglasses her crimson eyes looked just as grumpy as she felt. However a smirk played on her lips.
"Ah-..." Was her only greeting, thickly laces with a British accent.
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Post by Mr. Seran on Mar 28, 2010 3:43:42 GMT -5
In came something he hadn't expected, the sauntering youth of a driven woman, attractive yet looking as though something had inconvenienced her perhaps the trip, accommodations, maybe just the fact that she was away from home set her off to a degree something to be sought after later for better intuitive knowledge but for now he'd be left in the dark only now to attain a frame of concern for someone of her history and worse yet, her nature.
"Ah-..."
A simple enough reaction not noteworthy of anything more than a simple introduction and with that Thierry retrieved her file from a cabinet inside his desk, something relative of her school years. Anything since then mostly covered up however he did have quite the regiment of sources to pull from.
"Well it seems Miss Cunningham that you're records are slightly above our standards, and I'm quite impressed of your time at high school, a little incident stands out."
With that a curious look daunted out cleverly to measure her reaction, a sort of defining characteristic of Thierry's nature.
"You do understand why I've requested you here I assume?"
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Post by Bastille on Mar 28, 2010 3:57:37 GMT -5
"Neh, so rude...your call, I'm supposed to be dead you know, really now bringing me out in the open- so very very rude." She chided him in a taunting voice. Although she hardly sounded disappointed.
Taking the seat she crossed one leg over the other and then sighed looking at him with a rather bored look. She didn't even try to suppress the yawn that came her her mouth either.
"Unfortunately no, I am quite lost as to why you summoned me here-...though not many people could get me the leverage to care. But now that I do, please enlighten me."
She said sitting back in her seat, her crimson hues narrowing and her lips forming a frown. She watched his every movement, for her eyes where as they had been years ago- if not better. She could still calculate a lot of information from his body language,- and she kept her eyes on his face for most of the time. The only time they flickered away, was to look at the file on his desk, slightly wondering its contents, but not caring enough and flicking her eyes quickly up to look him in the eye. Another thing, she sat perfectly still- if it wasn't for her lazy rise and fall of her chest- which was barely noticeable, she might appear a statue.
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Post by Mr. Seran on Mar 28, 2010 4:13:05 GMT -5
Hmm, as he expected no one had filled her in yet, his sources were genuinely hidden quite the grand operation they'd be dealing with yes quite the potential for new and improved things to emerge. Better yet Thierry Durand would have his hand in that grand cookie jar he had his eyes set upon. A grin formed on his face made out of contemporary pleasure.
"Well for one Miss Cunningham I apologize on my own behalf I'd expected my men to brief you but it seems as though there was a slip in security, and thats exactly what I'd like to continue occurring."
The sudden grin of overwhelming self-confidence lit his features expectantly, "Under a controlled degree of course."
"You see, my hands are bound and someone of your elegant background can cut corners and perhaps give me an edge. I can't give you a full briefing here there are too many eyes and ears working this system however I can give you clues to piece this 'job' together.."
A subtle nod bringing out another portfolio of information. Inside was the labeled and detailed workings of shifts, schedules, and operations to the underground labs of the school.
"You will be running security, I do hope you enjoy your assignment, we'll be spending quite a bit of time together." With that Thierry gave the 21 year old a confident wink sliding the manila envelope across the table.
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Post by Bastille on Mar 28, 2010 4:35:02 GMT -5
Bastille's lips sneered. So her sources had been right...this was about to get interesting indeed. Pouting her lips she leaned forward and grabbed the folder opening the contents and lightly skimming it before letting out something of a eerie laugh. She replaced the contents quickly and stuffed the folder in her jacket before she would be tempted to read it further. Her eyes returned to Durand and she stood pulling a small piece of paper from her sleeve. On it was her cell number.
"Don't get the wrong idea, I accepted this task because you followed the rules and asked for my services, but like everyone else I will be asking for a price to be paid- that number is where you can always reach me- DONT give it out...People would literally pay millions of dollars for it. I believe you know my price,....let's have some fun. Durandie~"
She smirked wickedly over his desk. Indeed everyone who required her service would have to pay a price, and she knew this man wasn't stupid enough to think otherwise. She never worked for free...she wondered silently if Gabriel was here as well...she hadn't seen him in a while. It might be fun to bug the Frenchie after having said good bye. Well- Let the memories begin their dramatic replay, this was going to be fun.
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Post by Alexis Seran on Mar 28, 2010 23:22:58 GMT -5
(OOC: >.>)
Alexis walked down the halls. She was glad she didn't have t go to this school. There were children fighting in the hallways and it took her back two years back when she was in high school. She was never one to pick fights with people...Physical fights that is... and she would always try her best to prevent any physical abuse. Some how when someone was getting wailed on it only reminded her of her and her sibling's life. One of many things to set Alexis off was to pick on someone.
But what was she about to do?
Go pester the man known as Mr.Durand.
Why?
Alexis was bored. She didn't feel like "enforcing" shit.
She walked through the secretary ignoring her. She didn't want to make a bloody appointment to see a fuckin' principal. Alexis walked into the room to meet eyes with the bugger... then she saw someone else present. She looked back at Mr. Durand.
"G'day!"
She sat down in one the chairs. She leaned in and grabbed a mug of coffee on Durand's Desk and took a sip. "Hits the spot. Hows My favourite little man?" of course that was a joke...everyone could be bigger than Alexis.. She was just trying to get on his nerves. The man was egotistical and held a lot of self pride. Alexis liked to fuck around with that.
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Post by Mr. Seran on Mar 31, 2010 0:58:39 GMT -5
Thierry Durand simply sat there in his seat unamused by the shenanigans going on in his office. If these were his kind of shenanigans.... well there'd be a different rating system to define that whole ordeal otherwise he simply grinned at Bastille's show of bravado. The psychological analysis to that of course was she was insecure about a man having power in control of her and had to compensate for it by acting more like a domineering man herself. A sly grin and an obedient nod in compliance as he edged forward in his seat closing the distance summarily.
"Does this mean you're hitting on me?" He grinned without hesitation whether it was to be taken as serious or just a joke most evidently wouldn't be discovered as an Aussie decided this was her office time too. Kids these days.
"Hits the spot. Hows My favourite little man?"
The Aussie would clamber about drinking from HIS mug.... A look of obvious control shifted into that of extreme horror as though the girl had just drank the last bit of water on Earth. Mr. Durand needed his CAFFEINE!!!! He flailed almost childishly in his spot almost ignoring the attack on his height overlooking it due to more important notions. Like his mug. It was most definitely his mug he was sure because it said in big bold letters: WORLD'S GREATEST PERSON EVER. And last he checked Thierry Durand was the greatest ever! For Gawds sake he had porn-stars as his Secretaries. You just can't beat that.
Composing himself quickly after the outburst he settled in the chair, "Hands off the Merchandise sweetie..." He tried remaining neutral to that comment but somewhere was laced a hint of sexual harassment.
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Post by Bastille on Apr 1, 2010 0:13:39 GMT -5
Call it when he would, it was simply equivilent exchange. Nothing was given from Bastille without equal payment in return. She never did something for nothing or less then what she was giving. She had been Mathew Amtrums servant for a long while- so his excuse about being the top man quickly became invalid in her books. However the flirting- well she would leave the choice up to him. Seeing as she was kind enough to let a man dream-heh. A girl came in. Bastille quickly pushed on a pair of sunglasses and sat back in her chair ignoring the entire exchange. She made use of the time by sporting a bored frown and twirling a piece of gum in her hands.
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Post by Alexis Seran on Apr 1, 2010 0:35:42 GMT -5
The other girl sat herself down and even stuck her sunnies on. Alexis tried her best not to comment on the fact it was lame to where sunnies inside a building. Though if she did it would only make her therapy sessions that much more longer... and she couldn't handle being in that room with that fat ass hole.
"Hands off the Merchandise sweetie..."
Her brow perked to his comment. Well.... no not gonna work.
She blew into the cup, letting the steam billow away from the hot liquid. Alexis tipped the cup once more and took a few more gulps and set the mug down onto the table where it had been previously... though this time it wasn't nearly as full as it was. A smile spread across her lips as she read the text on said mug.
"I reckon that is an over statement." Her emerald eyes scanned over to the girl who was in the room as well. "Who is this?" her tone wasn't exactly nice... but she was getting better... she could have said something a lot worse.
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Post by Mr. Seran on Apr 3, 2010 0:32:53 GMT -5
Durand's eyes sturdily glared at Alexis almost as though he would shoot her down with lazer vision and he was half tempted to do so also considering she took great pleasure in drinking from his epic mug. Shifting back in his chair awaiting the steady release of his mug Thierry would only lean forward unto the table as he slid his hand outward grabbing the handle and pulling a handkerchief to swipe the rim of the mug.
"Who is this?"
Thierry's gaze shifted upward a calm and controlled shifted to the file not necessarily looking at Bastille but rather her file. "This would be another warrior for the cause," His eyes shifting upward towards Bastille with something of a curious guise, "Isn't that right Miss Cunningham?"
Returning to that upright confident stature he'd clasp the mug close slurping at the edge Alexis didn't take to her own. Acting something like a Germaphobe.
"You two will be working closely together I suppose..."
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Post by Bastille on Apr 7, 2010 23:24:29 GMT -5
"Cunningham- haven't used that name in a while...."
She murmured to herself more then to anyone else. It seems she was lost in thought, leaning back in the chair and chewing on a Popsicle stick. She had been rocking back and forth without little care to the current affair in the room when sudden key phrases caught her attention. Pausing in her rocking of the chair on it's two back legs, she only glanced at the other girl from behind a pair of shades. No apparent emotion was on her face other then blunt curiosity before her face returned to boredom and she returned to rocking the chair.
"Nah...I work alone."
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Post by Alexis Seran on Apr 7, 2010 23:46:47 GMT -5
A sense of alarm rang through her mind when she looked back over at the girl. She looked...
realllllyyyyy boring.
Alexis' nose scrunched up and she looked back at Theirry with a pleading expression. "I don't play nice with girls." which was completely and utterly true. Even the chick with no expression agreed. Last time Alexis tried being nice to a girl...well lets just say it didn't work out and she pushed the bitch off a tower.
>.>
<.<
"I would rather not. Can't I just work with Victor and Gabriel? Tyrone is a prick and..well...She..I just don't want to even try working with her..."
Yeah... kay.. she was still somewhat nice. As long as she wasn't yelling and cussing she was doing good...in her books. She was sure her shrink would say "You have anger problems" then Alexis would have to inform him that all his years of school was a waste of time 'cause he just told her some information she already knew... Then it just turns into a large headache after that.
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Post by Mr. Seran on Apr 7, 2010 23:56:45 GMT -5
Mr. Durand's gaze shifted uneasily between the two girls making it apparent that they didn't want to be working together but the bluntness of it seemed so.... Masculine? Generally the women he knew were very coy upfront hiding behind a wall of insecurities and waiting till your back was turned to snivel and bitch about the assortment of made believe STD's you'd contracted.
Note to self... Check their plumbing. Check.
With a courting smile Mr. Durand gestured easily leaning forward unto his desk with his right and leading elbow plastered to the table with a slow sliding motion while the wrist bent inward against a stable chin sleeping atop it.
"Well why don't we just take some time to get to know each other.... maybe take our exteriors off and show our bare nature."
Was that sexual harassment? Only if he got caught =D?!
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Post by Bastille on Apr 8, 2010 0:02:00 GMT -5
"......."
Bastille just stared at him blankly. Still rocking back and forth with her chair, she persisted to blow a bubble with her gum before continuing to chew it. She didn't seem to have any reaction at all.
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