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#Post#: 833--------------------------------------------------
Re: Truth, or How One See's It.
By: Mother_Hydra Date: January 26, 2025, 8:09 pm
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[center]Lena Carsei
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[center]We could all do with a fresh perspective, a solid pair
of shoes and, a great cup of coffee.[/center]
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Regina had been talking in the third person the entire time,
acting as if she was separated from this situation by a degree
or two acting perhaps as the cool agent she had been molded to
be. But the nod from Lena, without any sign of surprise or shock
likely told the agent that she had already worked that
particular detail out.
"I see." She said as she picked up her cup and brought it to her
lips, blowing on the surface of the coffee for a moment before
taking a sip of the mellowed liquid. Her gaze studied Regina
now, considering her, weighing her perhaps though there is that
empathy in her features, still ever present despite the
situation they found themselves in.
"Are you prepared for what that might mean?" She inquires as she
set her cup down once more, her brows rising ever so slightly to
emphasize the point.
"I very much understand the desire, and the impulse that comes
in a situation such as yours." She said, as if speaking from
experience. "But such a decision can have....repercussions that
you may not entirely be considering." She plushed her lips a
little at that, briefly looking out into the diner beyond,
perhaps looking to see if anyone was watching them.
"Such an act can in its way, be incredibly liberating, and
exceedingly devastating for ones psyche."
#Post#: 834--------------------------------------------------
Re: Truth, or How One See's It.
By: calliamity Date: January 26, 2025, 8:41 pm
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[center]Agent Roberts[/center]
[center]I am a world's forgotten boy, the one who searches and
destroys.[/center]
[center]Cloaking 3 | Confidence | Daredevil[/center]
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[BR]
They lick their lips and distract themself with the pie, taking
another bite rather than answering the very serious question.
Just buying some time to think it over, really. It's
transparent. With a clink, she puts her fork on the plate and
nudges the latter toward Lena in nonverbal invitation to have
some. "It's really good," they mumble, before washing their
mouth out with some of the nicely-cooled coffee.[BR][BR]"The
thing is, I was really, really stupid in my twenties," she says
finally. "So I probably didn't consider that in the past, no.
But it doesn't really matter now. I can't keep living like this,
can't be this..." They tug on their tie like it's a leash,
grimacing. "Anymore." A pause. "I know you know what that's
like, Len. That's why I chose you. It had to be you." Their
brown eyes are wide enough to see the whites all the way around
her brown iris.[BR][BR]They take a breath and settle down, their
manic spell as transient as their third sip of java. "That's too
much pressure. I'm sorry. You don't have to do anything you're
not comfortable with. This'll get messier and messier the
further we go."
#Post#: 835--------------------------------------------------
Re: Truth, or How One See's It.
By: Mother_Hydra Date: January 26, 2025, 9:45 pm
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[center]Lena Carsei
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[center]We could all do with a fresh perspective, a solid pair
of shoes and, a great cup of coffee.[/center]
[center][I]Charisma 4 Bold | Permanent Paradox Flaw [/center]
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max=45%][img]
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Was this apart of the ploy? Part of the plan to lure Lena in? It
smacked of being to similar, to true to her own history. It
could very well be the case that someone had pieced together the
means and the matter of her departure from the Technocracy and
crafted a story meant to pluck her heart strings and draw her
in.
It was a possibility, and Lena was more of her former self she
might well be able to run the numbers and express them, but here
and now she simply sighs as she rests her face in the palm of
her hand for a moment before looking up at Regina once more.
"I know what such an act meant to me." She starts, her gaze
drifting down to stare into the cup of coffee. "I also know the
repercussions, and how far reaching they are. Understand that I
am in no way telling you not to pursue this...however I have to
ask. If you know the situation, if you know the history of how
and why you came to the place you are, and you know what you
desire, why do you need the backups? Many might say that
ignorance is bliss, and at times I am wont to agree with them,
and others I would prefer to spit in their face. Tell me your
reason, your truth for seeking this, rather than taking your
life, and what you have now and finding a new way."
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Re: Truth, or How One See's It.
By: calliamity Date: January 27, 2025, 1:09 am
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[center]Agent Roberts[/center]
[center]I am a world's forgotten boy, the one who searches and
destroys.[/center]
[center]Cloaking 3 | Confidence | Daredevil[/center]
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They gesture toward the pie. "Since when is anything with us
types that simple?" She shakes her head, chuckling mirthlessly
as she leans back. The coffee again. A nice reason for a natural
pause. "It's more than structural memories and drive. It's
paradigm, it's emotions- and you know, I did lie to you."
Another sip. "I calculate twenty percent odds you're actually
deep cover, so I couldn't kill you if I wanted. Literally, my
finger would not be able to pull the trigger." The cup is empty.
They set it down, then slide it slowly toward the
edge.[BR][BR]"They'll come for me and I won't be able to fight
back, then it's one-oh-one again and I'm right back where I
started. Or dead, which would probably be better." The coffee
mug teeters on the edge of oblivion. She folds her hands in her
lap. "But that's assuming I even make it that far. 'Cause to be
honest with you, I'm hanging on by my fingernails right now. I
want to go back. There's a comfort in conformity, being a good
little worker bee. My life has structure, and I don't hurt
anymore."[BR][BR]She flashes a wan smile. "I just hurt other
people. And they usually have it coming."
#Post#: 848--------------------------------------------------
Re: Truth, or How One See's It.
By: Mother_Hydra Date: January 27, 2025, 6:26 pm
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Regina leaves the cup teetering on the brink, and it does, at
least for a moment draw the woman's eye. One might call it a
physical representation of the agent's situation, she had become
aware enough that in her current state remaining within the
confines of the technocracy felt like a yoke to heavy to bare,
but at the same time...it was a known weight.
Lena's brows raised at the belief that she was possibly deep
cover, a look of amusement and surprise, more than a reveal of
truth. She shook her head slightly.
"I recall what that is like." She said as she folded her arms
before her and leaned on the linoleum table top.
"I remember what it was like, knowing that no matter what there
would always be a line, the sort of line you could not cross,
even if you desperately, damnably wished to cross it." A frown
spread slowly across her face, marring her features before she
scrunched her shoulders a little.
"It is not a reality I wish on anyone, except that many are
unable to see it, much less overcome it." She tilted her head
then, looking back up at Regina. Those watery blue eyes
appraising her clearly, regardless of the womans clear desire
for rest. The work of such a person was rarely done after all.
"I suppose I shall help you." She said as she reached out and
put a finger on the saucer that held the agents cup, slowly
pulling it back from the brink of oblivion until it lay wholly
upon the surface of the table.
"Though I do not know if you will thank me in the end."
#Post#: 851--------------------------------------------------
Re: Truth, or How One See's It.
By: calliamity Date: January 27, 2025, 8:05 pm
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[center]Agent Roberts[/center]
[center]I am a world's forgotten boy, the one who searches and
destroys.[/center]
[center]Cloaking 3 | Confidence | Daredevil[/center]
[float=right max=45%]
HTML https://i.imgur.com/464cCiV.png[/float]
[hr]
[BR]
Their shoulders slump, not from defeat but from the stress
pouring away. Whether or not things go smoothly from here on in,
something significant had been achieved. One hard thing in a sea
of hard things conquered. "Just being here is hard. I have to
run loops in my mind." She nods in agreement. She knows, they
know. She takes in a shaky breath and rubs her face.[BR][BR]"I'm
kind of on a timeline, but that's... that's a Reggie problem,
not a Lena problem. If you wanna take a day or two, get your
work schedule figured out..." They chew their bottom lip, at the
suggestion they might not like what happens at the end of all
this. "Sweetheart, I would thank you if you had T-zoned me in
the middle of my rambling. Nothing could be worse than where I
am, and I knew that and I still went willingly."[BR][BR]She
tries to smirk, self-effacing. Self-hating. It's hard to
describe because they don't have the words for it. There's not
enough of her, or maybe there's too much of another her- at
least, another point of view, one that's completely
antithetical. "I know where you live. Uh, that's not a threat, I
mean I can come by when you're ready." They blink, and grimace.
#Post#: 853--------------------------------------------------
Re: Truth, or How One See's It.
By: Mother_Hydra Date: January 27, 2025, 8:54 pm
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[center]Lena Carsei
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[center]We could all do with a fresh perspective, a solid pair
of shoes and, a great cup of coffee.[/center]
[center][I]Charisma 4 Bold | Permanent Paradox Flaw [/center]
[float=right
max=45%][img]
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Regina talks about running looks in her mind, like looping a
video recording to avoid suspicion, its a concept that Lena is
familiar with, and it draws a sour look to her features as she
looks away for a moment before she slowly looked back and picked
up the fork and took a bite of the pie.
"What matters now is you live with your decisions, and work on
decisions that make more sense for you." She'd search Regina's
features for a moment as the piece of pie hung in the air before
her lips.
"Not an easy thing to manage I know...given the circumstances.
As for myself I'll need three or four days to properly set up a
replacement. I'm sure you can't give me specifics about how long
I'll be gone for, but an idea at least would be useful." She
took a bite of the pie then, and her head bobbed a little in
appreciation of the flavour as her eyes closed briefly before
opening once more.
"You may want to work on your social witticisms, should this
work out."
#Post#: 854--------------------------------------------------
Re: Truth, or How One See's It.
By: calliamity Date: January 27, 2025, 10:00 pm
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[center]Agent Roberts[/center]
[center]I am a world's forgotten boy, the one who searches and
destroys.[/center]
[center]Cloaking 3 | Confidence | Daredevil[/center]
[float=right max=45%]
HTML https://i.imgur.com/464cCiV.png[/float]
[hr]
[BR]
Dark brown eyes are fixed on Lena's when she looks for them. Not
fixed in a glare or even an analytical squint, just naked
interest - as much as Lena's showing them. "Yeah, I. I had
everything I coulda wanted and I threw it away for this. I'll do
better, 'cause how could I do worse?" The friends they'd
ghosted, the friends who'd died, the comforts discarded in
pursuit of vengeance, a road that didn't have rest stops. "Probs
be a week or two, less'n a month for sure."[BR][BR]They blow a
burst of air from between pursed lips - not quite a whistle but
it could've been with more effort and intent - as she fishes a
minimalist billfold out of her blazer and lays out a crisp
twenty dollar bill to cover their grub. "If you, uh, sorry about
the lesbian thing." They slip the wallet back into their jacket
and extract a pair of opaque aviators, no shine on the lenses,
and slip them on. "I just flirt when I'm nervous."[BR][BR]She
scoots to the end of the bench and pops out onto her feet, her
spine crackling as she arches it. "Be seeing you, Len."
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