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Re: Project LEDA
By: Genevieve Date: June 6, 2016, 9:37 pm
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[center]From her time spent with the Germans, Siobhan grew to
become a lethal weapon. She could kill the two before her
without even breaking a sweat, trained agents or not. Her
strength wasn’t that of a normal human, let alone a normal
woman; she was faster, stronger, and more aware than anyone else
in the world, and she noticed the light in Terry’s eyes. A look
of conflict, as if he was unsure of something. Siobhan had to
remind herself that she was in the normal world with normal
people now. It could just as easily be a fight with a
girlfriend or parents than a moral question about a mission –
she’d had her fair share of missions to know that the morality
of the situation would stopped being questioned after so long.
Again, these were normal people. Applying what she knows and
has experienced to them was incorrect, and it was more fun to
imagine what that conflict was about anyways.
Obviously, Terry discovered that his lover is an intense fan of
guacamole, and he wasn’t sure he could be with someone who loved
a type of food more than him. Yes, that had to be it, it was
almost obvious.
The light, joking atmosphere around the two men made Siobhan
smile while she was in her thoughts. They didn’t know about her
creation or abilities. To them, she was just another normal
person, so they treated her just as so. It brought a sense of
belonging to the woman, that maybe – just maybe – she could fit
in this world with everyone else.
She emerged from her thoughts when Paul’s eyes connected with
hers – she hadn’t even noticed she was staring at him. For some
odd reason, the smile on her face widened. A soft chuckle
slipped through her lips as she pushed herself away from the
door, motioning for them to come in. Siobhan led them to the
living room area where a blanket-covered window waited for them.
She took down the blanket and tossed it on the couch. “Some
kids thought it would be fun to play catch. With a rock.” The
woman shrugged a bit at the thought. She had only been staying
in the house for a week and a half when the rock broke the
window. Siobhan was terrified when it happened, immediately
jumping to the worst possible conclusion: They had found her.
Fortunately enough, when she looked out the window to see who
had done it, she saw the retreating backs of two teenage boys
hauling ass to get away from the scene.
All the while Siobhan was in her thoughts, she could feel a pair
of eyes on her. Paul’s. One glance over at him told her that
he was trying to be discreet about it, but Siobhan knew. The
man in her thoughts cleared his throat while Terry went about
inspecting the window situation. “I got that door for you too,”
Paul said in reference to the bedroom door that was still
resting against the wall. “Tried to match it as close to this
one as possible,” He continued, rapping his knuckles against the
leaning door.
Siobhan smiled, nodding her head. “Thanks. I can go get it if
you want. It’s in the back of your truck, right?” She took a
step towards the entrance of the house, eyes lingering on his.
“I can give you a hand, if you want.”
“What, you think just because I’m a girl I can’t carry in a
door?” She shot back teasingly, brow raised. “I could totally
take you down, Paul, let alone carry a silly door in.” The
complete truth. A lethal glint entered her eyes at the thought,
but she did her best to suppress it.
Paul chuckled, raising his hands in mock-surrender. “No, no.
I’ve seen what you can do with that punching bag, I’d rather not
take its place.”
“I thought so,” She purred, turning to leave the house. Siobhan
pulled down the tailgate so as to not scrape any paint off the
side of the truck, and slid the door out of the bed. To her,
the door was extremely light, Paul probably loaded it in himself
too considering his own muscle mass, but to any normal girl it
would’ve been difficult to carry. She passed the two men on her
way back inside, mumbling a quick thank you to whoever held the
door open for her. After placing the new bathroom door next to
the old one, Siobhan hurried back to the front door, this time
holding it open for Paul and Terry as they carried in the new
window and tools to remove the broken one.
While they bumbled about with the new window, Siobhan took
initiative and began to set up the door. Being as quiet as
possible because she didn’t want to draw any attention to it,
which was extremely easy for her to do with the type of control
over her body she had, she did what needed to be done,
completing everything but actually putting the new door up,
which, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she would need
help with.
“So, I didn’t see you at the gym last night.” Paul’s voice
broke the silence.
Of course he had to bring that up. Siobhan looked over to him,
catching his eyes as he worked. “I don’t have a car, and I
didn’t want to walk there in the rain.”
Paul tensed, brows furrowing at the new information. It was
almost as if her words upset him, but it was pretty obvious.
The space where a car would be parked was quite literally
missing something. It was surprising he hadn’t put two-and-two
together. “That makes sense, I guess.”
Siobhan didn’t reply, finding no reason or desire to really
continue conversation. However, she did noticed that Paul
seemed more burdened as they worked, almost as if he was angry.
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Re: Project LEDA
By: Terran Date: June 22, 2016, 3:35 pm
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The job was a simple one. At least this part. Replacing a door
and window would take no more than an hour; And that included
clowning around and joking! Terran was excellent at playing the
part, but his primary objective was to keep an eye on both
Siobahn and Paul without being noticed! All that really meant
was doing a good job as a mechanic, for the time being. His eyes
settled on Paul when Siobahn said she could "totally take him
out." Her back was turned away from him and toward the front
door, so she probably didn't notice the tension in his left arm.
Terran understood well; If at any time, Paul perceived Siobahn
to be a threat, he had orders to immediately eliminate her, and
Terran couldn't allow that. More and more it seemed Paul might
have been more of an enemy than the clone..
"I believe it!" Terran said with a laugh. "He may work at a gym
but he's really a softy! One time he got in a bar fight with a
kid half his size. Floored in one hit!"
"That never happened!" Paul objected. "We've never even been to
a bar together!"
Terran made a face as if he were contemplative the validity of
Paul's claim. "Yeah, I guess we haven't... We should go to a bar
then! I bet you would lose in a bar fight!" He was clearly
joking with Paul, not being serious, but Paul wouldn't take the
hits lying down
"How about we go to a bar tonight and I knock you on -your-
ass!" Their banter came so naturally, one would think they had
been friends for years!
"It's a date." Terran said, as he held the door open for
Siobahn. "Wow." He said as she walked by with the heavy door
seemingly effortlessly. "You ARE strong! I bet you -could- beat
Paul in a bar fight! You should come with us!"
Once she was inside, he went out with Paul to gather the
necessary tools for the job. While their heads were leaned into
the back of the truck, Terran spoke up. "She's cute." He said to
his partner. "You going to ask her out? I see you sneaking
glances at each other!"
"Shut up." Was the only answer he got in response.
As they made their way back in, and got to work on the window.
It was an easy job, especially with Two workers.Thirty minutes
and it was done. And that was the hard job! The door was an even
quicker fix! They headed to the bathroom to find that Siobahn
had already done most of the work, and without making a sound at
that! "You're not like other girls, are you?" He asked with a
laugh. Despite his humor, it was clear that he was impressed.
"Maybe you should ask Anthony for a job! The three of us could
fix houses all over down!" All that was left to set the door,
which Terran did as Paul held it in place. Mission complete. Now
all was left was... painting....
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