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Post by Swiftpool~♥ on Sept 7, 2018 0:05:28 GMT -5
Daphne slowly got up from her desk and shut her computer down. "I apologize, Darien." She wanted to curl up, hang her head and hide her face in shame. But something in her didn't want to. She leveled her gaze with Darien's and kept her face straight. It was uncomfortable. It didn't feel like... her. All she knew was She had to do it for her own safety. That's weird... was she supposed to feel this way?
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 7, 2018 0:08:23 GMT -5
Alexandrea jolted forwards as if to stop the silver haired teen from signing off and rose to her feet quickly. "Connor! Wait!" she called out only to hear silence. She let out a groan and slumped back into her chair, pinching the bridge of her nose to ward off a headache. "You dummy.. Stop beating yourself up." she grumbled to no one, staring blankly at her desk.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 7, 2018 0:11:22 GMT -5
Darien studied Daphne's face for a moment, watching her finally act like a true BIS worker. Sure she didn't address him as Mr. Barns but this was Miss. Daphne. He'd accept nothing less than his name coming from her lips. He nodded and held his arm out for her to take it. "Apology accepted Miss. Daphne. Now, how about I walk you home for the night? It's late and I do not wish for something bad to happen to you."
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Post by Swiftpool~♥ on Sept 7, 2018 0:16:52 GMT -5
Conner sighed and threw his head over his eyes. "Damn... I need to get myself together..." he got up to his feet and went to go get ready for bed.
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Post by Swiftpool~♥ on Sept 7, 2018 0:21:48 GMT -5
Daphne nodded and took his arm. "Thank you." The corner of her lips lifted in a very slight smile. "I hope it's not of any inconvenience," she fretted and glanced around her as they walked down the halls towards the exit. Once they were out, she took a deep breath in. The cold air pleasantly bit into her cheeks and hands. She pulled herself a little closer. "It's a little chilly out," she commented.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 7, 2018 0:26:18 GMT -5
Darien glanced down at Daphne with the barest trace of a smile on his face at her actions and placed his free hand over hers, warming it slightly. "That it is Miss. Daphne. Fall is quickly approaching. Soon the streets would be clean with snow lining the concrete that we walk on." he told her, starting to lead the way to her house. It was in the complete opposite direction of the house that he shared with Alexandrea but he did not mind the detour.
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Post by Swiftpool~♥ on Sept 7, 2018 0:33:01 GMT -5
"How poetic..." Her gaze softened over the sight of the sidewalk. She imagined the snow on the streets, the children rolling large balls of snow. Then, she saw a flash of red on the streetlamps, hanging lights and... laughter? Whatever that screeching sound she heard in her mind. Her grasp tightened around Darien's arm as sweat started to form on her temple. She stopped dead in her tracks. What was that?
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 7, 2018 0:43:55 GMT -5
Darien paused as her grip tightened on his arm and he blinked, glancing down at the woman. "Miss. Daphne. Are you okay?" he asked her, noting the way that her eyes looked like she was seeing something else. Did he say something wrong? He frowned slightly, noting the slight glistening on her temple and gently pried her fingers off of him until her hand was loosely placed on his arm once more.
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Post by Swiftpool~♥ on Sept 7, 2018 0:52:49 GMT -5
Daphne breathed in deeply. In... and out... She closed her eyes and focused on being here. On earth and not somewhere else. Whatever that place was. She opened her eyes again, wiping her forehead with her sleeve. "I'm okay." She exhaled sharply and sighed. "It's nothing. Important."
(oh oh. What if she starts having dreams of the past and mistakes them for nightmares because of Darien's brainwashing??)
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 7, 2018 1:10:27 GMT -5
What if when it gets to the tourture part she mistakenly believes that the rebellion is doing it instead of the government?? )
Darien's frown grew deeper at her words and he shook his head lightly. "It did not seem like nothing to me." he told her quietly before turning back to face the proper direction. "I shall let it drop this time. Please, if you are unwell, see someone or talk to them. That is all I ask."
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Post by Swiftpool~♥ on Sept 7, 2018 1:19:12 GMT -5
(Ooooooo what a twist! Yes, I'm down.)
It didn't seem like something too serious. It was just her imagination. Right? Nevertheless, Daphne nodded "Yes, Mister. Banes." She looked ahead and saw nothing except for the fallen leaves skittering along the sidewalk they tread on. After a couple of heartbeats walking in silence, they arrived at her place. Daphne lived in an apartment, just on the tenth floor, close to the elevators. She pulled her hand away and faced Darien. "Thank you for walking me home. I'll see you in the morning." She bid her farewell and scanned her wrist at the door, disappearing behind it.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 7, 2018 1:24:41 GMT -5
"Goodnight Miss. Daphne." Darien told the air, bowing slightly as the doors whizzed closed. He waited for a heartbeat before straightening up, spinning sharply to head back home. Whatever Miss. Daphne saw in the streets was not noting like she would have wanted him to believe. To find out that Miss. Daphne was one of the ones tortured and wiped heightened the man's interest in her. "Seems like I chose the right woman." he mused to himself, pocketing his hands to warm them as he walked on home.
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Post by Swiftpool~♥ on Sept 7, 2018 1:28:20 GMT -5
Daphne closed her eyes and grasped her bearings as she entered the elevator. Her head started to spin. It was nothing. Just her imagination. Her imagination! Breathe. She opened her eyes and stared at the numbers as they increased until she reached the tenth floor. She exited, looking as if nothing had happened and entered her apartment. This was her safe place. Her happy place. Daphne relaxed and slowly got herself ready for bed.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 7, 2018 1:33:52 GMT -5
A short while later Darien entered his front yard, feeling the day starting to pull at him. The rebellion activity was enough to drive any worker insane but to add on a new worker was exhausting, never mind the fact that he was grooming her to be his replacement. He had plans to become Director of the BIS and had wanted a worker that he could groom into being his new Secretary. He just hoped that Miss. Daphne was up for the job.
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Post by Swiftpool~♥ on Sept 7, 2018 1:42:27 GMT -5
Daphne looked at herself in the mirror as she started brushing her teeth. She washed her face up and changed into her nightgown. Her eyes slowly closed as she tucked herself into bed. She hugged her pillow tightly and slowly felt herself slip into dreamland
(ready to rp the next day when you are!)
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 7, 2018 1:48:17 GMT -5
I'll post the starters lol )
Alexandrea groaned quietly, hearing her alarm blare nosily in her ear. Cracking open an eye revealed murderous brown orbs, flashing in the early light. "Its too early for this!" she hissed out, rolling out of bed with a quiet snarl. She had fallen asleep later than usual, too worried and anxious about Conner's safety to sleep and now she was regretting her choice. "I swear if the Government has him I will break him out of jail to kill him myself for not being careful!" she snarled out, yanking the comb harshly through her tangled locks called hair.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 7, 2018 1:52:28 GMT -5
Darien stared blankly at his desk, feeling tired, irritable and numb at the same time. He had been called in early in the morning due to the Rebellion. Those blasted bastards painted another mural when the city was asleep and left no evidence behind. How were they doing this?! They must have someone on the inside! he thought venomously, glaring at the fellow BIS workers around him. Feeling his glare on their backs, they each held back a collective shudder, suddenly working harder at their tasks.
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Post by Swiftpool~♥ on Sept 7, 2018 1:59:45 GMT -5
Conner came back to the base with a satisfied smirk on his lips. "Done and done." He dumped his bag on the bed and laughed triumphantly. He turned his communication device and called in. "Conner reporting. You might wanna look outside." His tone was bright, yet there was something sinister about it. This was his favourite part of the Rebellion. Last night, he had painted some lovely devil horns and a colourful afro. He had also written the words. "Your move, BIS." Conner sighed happily and rolled onto his stomach. He hoped the Jericho could see it from afar. Maybe he won't understand why they were doing this, but he was going to try to make him understand.
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Post by Swiftpool~♥ on Sept 7, 2018 2:03:27 GMT -5
Daphne set her alarm that morning, getting up just as the sun was starting to rise. She got herself ready, pulling on the same grey, collared shirt, the same black pencil skirt. She looked herself over and brushed down any kinks that she saw. Today was a new day. She had slept well, and was ready to take her new job head-on. She took her purse, sliding it over her shoulder before exiting her suite and making her way towards the lobby.
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Post by Swiftpool~♥ on Sept 7, 2018 2:07:50 GMT -5
Jericho woke up to his alarm that morning. He slammed his hand over the off button and sighed. Another day. Another dull day in this city. He sighed and opened his blinds to let the sun in. He squinted, blinking a couple of times to let his eyes adjust to the light. As they did, he noticed something interesting. First, it was the colour, then it was the shape. It didn't talk long for him to realize that it was the billboard. Decorated in colour...? Jericho's eyes widened in disbelief. "What..." He blinked a couple of times, even rubbed his eyes. "No way." That was the most colour he's seen before the change in their government. Before the TakeOver as some would call it.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 7, 2018 2:12:43 GMT -5
Alexandrea brightened up at his words and sprinted to her window, throwing the window open to look outside. What she saw made her heart happy and she let out her own bright laughter, a twisted sound to the laugh contorting it slightly into something darker. "Brilliant~" she breathed, leaning on her windowsill. Conner the brilliant little wizard he was chose an advertisement that was painted on the side of the building for all to see. "They won't be getting rid of that one any time soon!" she trilled, studying the mocking words that he wrote as well. Her earlier mood vanished like mist in the sun as she admired the artwork with a dark, twisted glee.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 7, 2018 2:16:47 GMT -5
Darien felt rage bubble up inside him and he closed his eyes, counting to ten before they flashed open, coming to a decision. " Get me four pressure washers and a dozen workers! We need that cleaned off the building STAT!" he barked out in a harsh tone, his hand flexing around his pen as if he was squeezing the life out of someone. The Rebellion wanted to play now, did they? His eyes flashed as he studied the photo in front of him and he felt his resolve harden. He will make sure that no one plays this game ever again, even if it drives him to his grave.
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Post by Swiftpool~♥ on Sept 7, 2018 2:21:55 GMT -5
(yeeeeeeess Darien... Give in to your anger... do it... ) Conner let out a breathless laugh and curled up onto his side. "All in a night's work. I bet your brother is absolutely boiling right now." He started fiddling with one of his prototype gadgets. "I love my work. Now... I'm sure by now the whole city has seen it. Maybe Jericho has seen it. It'll make a good conversation starter. Try to blend in a little more. Since you said he was having a hard time, you can just ask him simple open-ended questions like what he thinks of the artwork. Then we can get a reference as to what's on his mind. Then we can work from there. Sound good?"
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Post by Swiftpool~♥ on Sept 7, 2018 2:28:25 GMT -5
Daphne started her walk towards the building, looking around the city, taking in the peacefulness of monochromacy. Then she saw the building. Her brows drew into a frown as she stared at it for a long moment. This had to be the work of the Rebellion that Dairen seemed to despise so much. What kind of propaganda were they promoting? That was something Daphne could never understand. She shook the thought away and continued her trail to the office. She scanned her wrist at the door and was allowed in. What she saw looked like absolute chaos. Her gaze fell on Darien who looked like he was about to lose his sanity. "Dairen?" She slowly walked up to him. The kind of message that the Rebellion was sending must be so corrupt for the colourful painting to affect him this much.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 7, 2018 2:33:08 GMT -5
Alexandrea snickered at his words, watching with amusement as a team of people were hoisted into the air. "They're trying to start the clean up. Did you douse it with sealant or would it come up with the washers?" she asked him, turning to finish getting ready for the day. "You want me to blend in? I've always stood out to some extent. Why start now?" she asked him, packing her books back into her bag. She knew that Conner was just anxious to get Jericho onto his team but could he nag any more?
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 7, 2018 2:36:18 GMT -5
Darien struggled to gain his composure as he continued to count numbers but what really helped him was the sound of Miss. Daphne's voice. He straightened up without another number and turned his sharp cold eyes onto her. "Good morning Miss. Daphne. I assume you've seen the billboard outside?" he asked her in a neutral tone of voice, his eyes harder than ice at the moment.
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Post by Swiftpool~♥ on Sept 7, 2018 2:39:01 GMT -5
"Of course I did. It'll be there for a couple of.... days... maybe weeks..." Conner smiled sheepishly. "I'm trying to think smart here, Miss... your brother is part of the BIS and I don't think he'll make family members an exception when it comes to something like this. I just want you to be careful as well." He paused for a moment and sighed. "I don't want to risk losing my only and longest team member here." He was sure that after this stunt, a lot of people will be on edge. Especially the government. They'll tighten the security, probably push curfew to a lot earlier. Who knows. Their moves were as unpredictable as his own. He could always push back harder, but as for Alexandrea, he didn't want to risk anything.
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Post by Swiftpool~♥ on Sept 7, 2018 2:44:15 GMT -5
Compared to Darien's cold stare, Daphne's was a lot more gentle. She nodded and slowly made her way to her desk. "But I don't understand the message... What kind of propaganda are they trying to promote? What are those strange, bright colours on the wall?" She shook her head. Perhaps she was asking too many questions for Darien's liking. "Nevermind that... I'll record this for future reference... maybe we can use the information and find a pattern or something." She offered the smallest smile before turning her focus on the computer in front of her.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 7, 2018 2:44:43 GMT -5
Alexandrea's eyes softened at his words and she sighed, shaking her head slowly as she packed a lunch for the afternoon. "Conner.. I've known about the risks as soon as you made the offer. I'll be more careful after this but you need to be careful as well. I don't want to loose you Capt'n. I'd probably do something extremely foolish to get you back." she admitted quietly, her hands stilling for a moment before she shook herself out of that little funk.
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Post by SnowStorm on Sept 7, 2018 2:51:29 GMT -5
Darien closed his eyes for a moment, warding off another headache before opening them to face her. "Those colors are meant to draw attention. You noticed how your eyes were drawn to the building as soon as you noticed it? How your eyes studied it and memorized the bright colors? You've been memorizing their propaganda. We wouldn't know for sure what they're promoting but we can be sure its against our way of life at the moment. We need to secure extra security for the schools and Lt. Sabbath. That is the second time they've defiled his photo so they have something against him as well. You have the previous photos, compare the two that you have now and report back to me on what you find." he ordered, placing a hand briefly on her desk before walking off to assess the situation.
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