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Post by Temperance Evans on Feb 19, 2013 22:31:21 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - They offered her no easy comforts, and she offered them no open white flag of surrender. It wasn't like her to give in, even if she was rendered useless, no hope of escape. The once dangerous criminal they thought they profiled was now tensed in the next room, cuffed at every point possible. Her exterior posture could have easily fooled the best into believing she had an apathetic mood about the events unfolded, her new future. Prison.
Those dark eyes distanced themselves from the world as agents came and went, trying to reach her for some sort of comment. Behind the mud-caked placated features, dark eyes were lost in a sea of shock and loss. The cold unfamiliarity of this place was one emotion the professional thief couldn't lie about. There was little nervousness in her vision as she sat there looking without actually seeing, a wearied expression reflecting someone of eighty rather than twenty eight. As much as she wanted to tell anyone who would listen to the truth, she knew that would be rendered worthless. The real monsters went free. In her experience, they always did. Any law enforcement was only ever a pest in the way, never help.
The fear of the strange unknown to come should have put her on edge, but it was the middle of the night by now. The only effect that had on her was one of sleepiness. She wondered why they even bothered to question her, they had little right to believe anything that came out of her mouth at any rate. The elusive thief was well known on her less than legitimate resume for being a professional liar. Besides, she’d rather beg like a dog first to be let out of her cuffs before handing them over any free information. Her pride wouldn't allow it.
Nothing would save her from the inevitable, she knew. The more stubborn she could be, the better. The less kindness they showed her, the more resistance she showed them at every turn. While she’d been born into the world of men, it was clear the creature had been born for a different world entirely. It suspended her between the two, and still left her an outcast by both.
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Post by Samuel Forsythe on Feb 23, 2013 13:39:05 GMT -5
The man behind the looking glass hated being in the office late. As he finished the dregs of his third coffee, he observed countless people try and talk to the suspect. He noted things that they did. Things that made her face change or things that made her lock up even more. She didn’t seem to enjoy being interrogated. No one would let him go in, but he was working up a plan. As a newer agent, it was a lucky chance that he got to go on the mission to arrest this woman. It was a shot that the boss was giving him, and Samuel thought he did a splendid job. But now, standing behind the glass, caked in mud and chugging coffee, they wouldn’t let him attempt his interrogation skills.
Sammy went over to the small table they had set up for more coffee, when the idea hit him. He swung around and searched out his boss. Trotting over, he quickly told him the idea, but said he wanted to do it. After a moment of consideration on the man’s face, he nodded and Samuel rushed back over to the table. He was alive with energy now; adrenaline was working its way through his system. He made himself a coffee, and made a second, black. Picking up a napkin, he unfolded it and dumped a couple sugar packets and creamer cups in it. As a last thought, he also grabbed few apples, sticking one in his mouth.
As he walked over, his hands full of coffee and apples, and someone opened the door for him. He smiled as much as he could with the apple in his mouth, and mumbled a greeting. He set the apples down, letting them roll around while he bit into the one in his mouth. Dragging his chair around the table, he sat across from her, so the table wasn’t in the way.
With a friendly smile, he simply asked, “What do you like in your coffee?” Words- 348 Music- My favorites playlist 83 Notes- HERE! I am excite for this.
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Post by Temperance Evans on Feb 23, 2013 22:15:51 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - An air of tension sparked dangerously throughout the room when he sat across her, ears twitching this way and that like some cornered alley cat as she tried to make sense of the agent who suddenly invaded her personal space. Temperance went rigid, unsure of what to make behind his motives of kindness. The other agents made it easier for her to ignore their attempts to provoke a reaction by staying put on the other side of the table, at least. She swallowed loudly, throat scratched and dry from the failed night of events. The coffee called to her despite that she really craved water, and she had to muster what willpower she could find left within her to resist letting her slender fingers curl around that cheap cup.
Apples, though? Her stomach burned with hunger, but she couldn't help the irony forming in her expression. For a moment her mouth hung slightly agape as if words were right there on the tip of her tongue, but she sealed her mouth quickly to simply stay silent and let one half of her mouth twitch upward. If he was intending to make a first impression, bringing her apples wasn't exactly the way to go about it. As hungry as she was, there was no way she would give the good guys in this the benefit of the doubt. The thief had done that one too many times in the past and it only ruined the hope of good intentions. Everyone had an angle, and she already knew his—this kindness didn’t come without a price.
It was why she kept the world at a comfortable distance. Nothing came without a price in this world, not even his so-called kindness. The other agents had been so expectedly strict, but now the silence was growing more uncomfortable by the second. She turned to face the agent again and caught wind of the gun still in his holster, trying her best to ignore its troublesome presence. One half of her instinct fixated on reaching for it while it was still within arm’s length, but the better half screamed at her to not to try their patience. As much as she hated guns, she wanted out of here much more. Her dark eyes roamed over the handle with a deep, but blank expression.
The tension was dissolved when a hint of amusement turned over her exposition. He was trying to please her, waiting for her to say something—anything. He thought this would get him farther than the other agents. Her lips pressed together into a cat-like smile, dark eyes lighting up. It would cost him. “You do realize I’m cuffed to the table, yes? I don’t think coffee and apples is entirely the correct response here,” she shot cynically.
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Post by Samuel Forsythe on Mar 1, 2013 0:33:46 GMT -5
He observed her and everything she did. The way her lips parted in hunger. The way her fingers twitched towards the beverage. As he sat across for her, he leaned forward a bit. Her eyes moved over him, not even concealing the stare at his gun. He didn’t react, but simply observed her while she calculated. He wasn’t sure what she’d do, but he was sure that if she reached of it, it would only cause her move trouble than it was worth. She knew this too; it was obvious. It’d ruin every chance she had to leave, and she wasn’t stupid enough to do that. He decided she wouldn’t do anything, but didn’t allow his guard to slip.
He looked her over, also. She had dried mud rubbed into her dark hair, as well her cloths. It was smeared on her face, and bits of it flaked off her arms. Under the grime, he could tell she was gorgeous. With tan skin and pretty eyes, she could easily be a model. Why this life, he wondered. Why did she choose this over her potential?
He waited for her to respond or act- or to do something. Suddenly, the tense air relaxed, and she grinned ever so slightly. She shot him a snappy retort, and he grinned too. Oh, a fighter. He loved sarcastic people with a passion. They always kept him on his toes. “Well there’s not much I can do about that- but you could certainly fix it.” He let that hang in the air for a moment before moving on. “...Besides, who said the apples were for you?!” he snatched up his apple and took another bite out of it. ”I’ve been starved for the past two days because of you! But I guess...” He delicately plucked a bright red apple off the table, holding it near his face while he looked her in the eye. “If you want one, I’ll be nice.” He gave her a tortured expression, as if it cost him greatly to give it to her, leaned his hand out, and then broke into a smile.
Even he this got him nowhere, he would have fun with it.
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Post by Temperance Evans on Mar 1, 2013 13:02:57 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Me?” Temperance piqued an incredulous thin brunette brow under the mud. With a sneer of disbelief, she leaned her weight into the back of the uncomfortable, cold metal chair. “I’ll believe that about as much as you’d believe me if I said I was innocent,” she released a deep throated laugh with a venomous undertone. To her, words and promises meant nothing when they could be so easily broken. For all the horrors done to her in the past, she’d lost that trust in others long ago. It was a harsh lesson she learned quickly when she found herself on the freedom of the streets. In a way, the experience had been both a blessing and a curse.
A flicker shone in her dark eyes of wishing, almost an ache to have that time back now. It was so much less complicated than this when she had no one to answer to. When the world thought she was dead, when no one had to keep her around as some awful, unwanted burden to bear. A hard swallow followed her narrowed, lost look at the apples on the table. The agent was trying to catch her off guard to see if she would invite him in for a glimpse past her hard exterior. Her mouth was dry, but as much as her stomach burned with hunger she bit down on her lower lip against the coveting thought of wanting even a single slice. Her stomach rumbled back in loud protest. Temperance curled her toes at the resistance and dug her heels into the floor. She didn’t want his charity. She’d die of starvation first, thanks.
Mere seconds passed like minutes, silently battling with the overwhelming urge to reach for one of those damned apples. Her fingers tightened into a fist around the brief chains of her cuffs, but her belly ache was almost too antagonizing. With an audible puff of surrender her fingers reached for the smallest one in discontent. “I still hate apples,” she grumbled with disapproval after the first bite. This was a lie, of course. The agent hadn’t won out, she simply needed to eat at some point or another she absolved. This meant nothing.
She shot the agent a pointed, hard look that said she wasn’t intending to make him an exception and talk simply because he had managed to be more civil than the rest. Despite what they had in her file it was nowhere near the true story, and who were they to think they’d understand such a life even if she told them? No, they weren’t dead bound for prison, they were immune from it. They never had to stoop to her animal levels to survive. They wouldn’t understand what it took, and they certainly didn’t understand what it meant to be unwanted by the most important people in your life. It wrote lines of disappointment onto her face, briefly restoring a touch of the pain it had on her still emotionally sore wound. A fire in her dark eyes made it clear there was an internal raging sea ready to pull the woman into bitterness and drown her whole. Temperance paused between bites on her runt apple, done with their petty and pointless conversation. Her tone was already uncooperative before he could even start. “What do you want? Get to the point already so I can tell you no with prejudice, suit,” she cocked her head and gave him a wry smile with an undertone filled with animosity. “Trying to be nice to me will get you nowhere, you know,” she confronted his behavior with a unusually sweet tone. “Not unless you can get me out of these cuffs and prison time, which is practically impossible. Sucks to be you,” she shot him a triumphant smile and jingled her cuffs teasingly. “Hope you’re not a sore loser, agent.”
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Post by Samuel Forsythe on Apr 1, 2013 22:32:59 GMT -5
He decided to wait a bit before mentioning her other options, as no one would be over joyed if she joined the team. She was… abrasive, to say the least. He had to admit it was rather interesting. They could be friends in a different life, even more maybe. He dismissed his wonderings of different lives and what-ifs, because he was not there. He was here. And he had to keep up the game or he’d certainly lose.
He smiled a bit and replied with ease, “I’ll believe you’re innocent when you sound innocent, and tell me where you’ve been for the past eleven or so years. See but the only problem is, is that because you won’t tell us, you look guilty. Even if you’re not.” He gave her a pointed look, because they both knew she was not innocent. It was just a matter of what she was not innocent of. She seemed lost in thought, and her face grew more upset the longer she stared into space. He could see distrust and regret in her eyes, and knew she was hiding a lot. Whether to avoid arrest, or to stay private, he wasn’t sure; maybe a mix of the two.
Finally her gaze shifted to the apples, and another war was waged. Her face grew solid, but her stomach growls gave a look passed the woman’s stony exterior. She was famished. Finally, she reached for the smallest apple, ignoring the one in his hand. He dismissed her grumblings because everyone loves apples, and smiled impishly. She shot him a look and he tried to repress his grin, but it simply grew into a smile. “See, there’s a good girl.” He snickered a bit and watched while she nibbled on the apple.
“What do I want? I really want to sleep, actually. But I guess I’d like to know why you aren’t like, a model. There’s gotta be a better life to live than the one that dropped you here and you know it. So why’d you pick this road?” He leaned forward a bit, and looked her dead in the eye. He was genuinely curious, and hoped she knew that. She wasn’t just another case to him. He honestly wanted to know why she chose this life, and he wasn’t sure why.
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Post by Temperance Evans on May 3, 2013 14:38:03 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Temperance stiffened and leaned her weight into the back of the chair with a scoff of laughter, averting his gaze so he couldn’t see the full extent of her cynical expression. Not that it mattered much anyways since she was already on camera. “Good girl?” Her voice pressed thinly. “I am not sure where you got the idea I am some pet to be owned, agent,” her voice was thin with an icy sharp edge as she turned back to look at him. “If you think I’m some good girl to be tamed, you might want to find a new career there agent—clearly profiling isn’t your forte,” she snorted a little, head rolling in laughter. The felon was certainly rubbed the wrong way by the comment, but he would have to apply more pressure than that to get her to lose her cool. A hint of danger sparked in her eyes, and she leaned forward to challenge him with venom in her voice. “Cuff me all you want, no one owns me. Got it?”
Her eyes were burnt with weariness, muscles twisted and gnarled this way and that, but she managed to show little of it. They had the promise of aching for weeks to come, but she was beginning to find the idea of an undisturbed cell rather restful after nearly feeling drawn and quartered by the FBI. Her head was starting to throb from the fluorescent lights and she really just wanted to go home, but she knew that would never happen. At the mention of her past the look on her face fell slightly, and she gave him a courteous half smile. Temperance was quick to transform from brunt to polite, but she simply operated to always fit the moment. Her eyes were still dark and cold, small embers still ready to reignite in the flick of a switch if she felt threatened. It was that impulsiveness that landed her in trouble too. She started in with a mocking sort of scoff, “I could tell you where I’ve been, but you’d just go tattle tale to your friends behind the mirror there, so, sorry—dogs who run barking back to their master’s aren’t privy to that kind of information. Not when they have a badge like yours, anyways,” she mused. “Who cares about me, anyway?” She said almost effortlessly, and hated having to hear herself say those words. This show was all about her, well, mostly. Temperance was delighted about it as long as she could control the conversation. “Besides, shouldn’t you be focused on the actual bad guys you failed to arrest? You sure do a crap job,” she deeply chuckled covered her amusement with a hand over her mouth. “Then again, no surprise. I’m sitting here with you,” she shook her head repeatedly left to right with severe judgment at the agent, a grin slapped across her face. “Level with me for half a second, suit. Are you really all stupid enough to believe I have terrorist intentions?” Temperance was known for her firecrackers now and again, but they were mostly harmless—mostly. “You poor unfortunate souls, you’re all about as sharp as a bunch of marbles, aren’t you?” The felon couldn’t help but mock the bureau. It was hard to be on the same page when they were reading from different books. Temperance had no doubts they were happy to charge her with whatever they could come up with too. She agitated the chains cuffed around the table, shifting her weight back and forth in the uncomfortable metal chair. The sleep deprivation pressed on what very little patience the woman had for playing around with words in conversation. “You know, I'd look a lot more innocent if you'd take these cuffs off me,” she argued.
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