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Preferred Name: Mist
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Character Name: Riley
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Post by Riley on Aug 6, 2015 15:52:48 GMT -5
If possible she would have slammed the door to her room shut, but as it was it silently closed with a smooth 'whoosh' before the light of the panel turned red. She could hear her father's angry footsteps approaching and rushed to press her hand on the panel to manually lock her room. Shaking in rage she stumbled back to her bed, pressed a pillow to her face and screamed.
Loud thumping, fist on metal, resonated through her room moments after followed by her father's angry voice. "Riley open the door this instant! We have yet to finish our conversation! This is inexcusable! What if the authorities found out? What about the company, what about your grandfather? For heaven's sake, Riley, think about your mother!"
"Are you done yet? Mom's gone, they don't care about her any more, grandpa doesn't care about her any more... he never did!" she yelled back in frustration, hands clutching her head and she tried to block out the constant banging on her door and near growling voice her father adapted when he was fed up with her. It made her wonder if he had some gene splicing going on as well.
"ENOUGH! You will be under house arrest until you learn to behave and so help me I will hire someone to keep an eye on you young lady!" then with a final thump, followed by a softer one: "This is for your own good...I can't lose my daughter as well...why won't you understand Riley?"
That was a week ago. One long week of being locked in her own house. Security had tightened so much, sneaking out was nigh impossible. During the day she attended business meetings, worked on projects, followed scientists while listening to them drone on and on about new techniques. She hated it, was bored out of her mind.
Nights were even worse; people patrolling beneath her window. They didn't even know they were to keep her in instead of keeping others out. She couldn't blame them, Riley thought as she stared up at her ceiling, they were just doing their jobs, probably all too happy to be hired by such a well known name. Again she wanted to scream, but refrained from doing so. Last thing she wanted was for everyone to rush into her room.
The next morning during breakfast her father made another 'shocking' announcement.
"You've behaved well this week, so well in fact that both your grandfather and I have decided to lessen security. Instead you'll be assigned a personal bodyguard, one who will answer only to me, so please Riley do not try anything foolish." Deep green eyes lingered on her until she nodded obediently, before a small smile slid on his face and he continued eating.
There hadn't even been a pause for her to object. How in the world was a personal bodyguard who answered only to her father any better than a house full of guards? Well, one is easier to deceive than many... she thought as she silently took a bite from her toast. Deceive or bribe. It depended on what their motives were; usually money which she had plenty. Maybe this would indeed be better than before.
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Aug 8, 2015 12:30:12 GMT -5
Ellie reread the contract for what was probably the twelfth time since she'd received it as she sat aboard the transport to the suburbs where her newest client lived. There was more upper class aboard since she'd crossed out of the lower sections and she didn't fail to notice the looks they shot her. She hated returning to the upper class during the day, hated even more when she wasn't donning her hood. But she needed work if she was gonna support herself and pay for the tools Levenin kept breaking.
She was basically being hired as a babysitter from the sounds of the contract. The client was part of the prestigious Calhoun Corp and was looking for someone to look after his daughter. It was a short term job with the potential of becoming a reoccurring one if everything went well. Apparently the guy wanted someone that would answer only to him and not to some boss, so he'd decided to hire a freelancer like her instead of one of the prestigious firms available to someone of his means. Not that she was complaining, not with the extra few zeros he added to the end of her fees. The chance to possibly get a bug into one of Calhoun's computers was also a nice bonus. Even a partial blueprint for one of their mods or weapon designs would fetch a good price in her circles.
With a sigh, Ellie rose when they reached her stop and turned off her small datapad that she'd been reading from. Slipping it into her pocket, she stepped out and began walking, trusting the work pass programmed into her uniform she had to allow her to get by without notice from the ever present security cameras.
She winked when she approached the Calhoun home to activate her modified eye, changing it from the milky blind gray to an orange. Her vision adjusted as she was scanned over by their personal security; tagging faces that had been included in the data pack for this region. Some didn't give any information but the ones that did all seemed to clear that they worked for who they claimed.
"Mr. Calhoun hired me to ba--guard his daughter. I'd like to get to work doing that, if you're all done poking at me." She said pointedly to one of the personnel that was still scanning her, mildly irritated at the way his eyes seemed to linger on the scar by her mouth. "I hate to keep my clients waiting."
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Civilians
C[re]ate Champion
Posts: 38
Preferred Name: Mist
Pronouns: She/Her
Character Profile: Character Hub
Character Name: Riley
Main Account: this one
Status: Busy w/ Life
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Post by Riley on Aug 9, 2015 1:35:52 GMT -5
Riley sat quietly beside her father, absent-mindedly playing with a strand of hair. She noted she probably had to die it again sometime soon; red was starting show in places.
Alasdair looked at his daughter and felt the corners of his mouth drop. Sitting straight as a board he cleared his throat before sighing. "Riley, please, stop fidgeting around...and why must you mangle your hair like that? It's unbecoming of a woman your age and position."
Silver eyes glanced towards green before casting downward. She wasn't about to do or say anything stupid, not when she could almost taste freedom. So instead she let go of her hair and sat straight.
"Sorry father, I'm simply tired of waiting." then added almost as an afterthought: "It's not gene modification, the colour will fade...eventually."
Again her father sighed, this time shaking his head, but not adding anything else on the topic. "Patience is a virtue...anyway she should be here soon. Security already announced her arrival."
"Splendid."
It took Riley all she had to not roll her eyes, instead she focused her pale gaze on the large clock ticking away. It was old like many things they owned, antique even. She had no idea about the which style it was, maybe from the old world? It didn't matter, her grandfather liked it so she hated it. The clock was too large, too loud and too weird for her tastes. Though her father might say she had yet to develop a taste.
Tearing her gaze away from the clock she looked in front of her once more. The room they sat in usually served as a meeting point. A place to welcome guests and business associates before moving on to the more appropriate parts of the manor. It had a large, rectangle shaped wooden table for four - a pretentious silver chandelier hanging above it - a virtual fireplace, red plush carpet with the corporation's logo printed in, glass ceiling letting in the sun and a pristine white sofa, facing the door which they were currently seated on. Riley wondered what her bodyguard a.k.a babysitter would think of it. Would they be in awe? Would they simply see it as yet another house of Upper class snobs? She didn't know, all Riley knew was that it embarrassed her, especially after hearing where her guard came from.
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Aug 9, 2015 15:42:17 GMT -5
Oh, she was certainly in a high class home; she could pay her small flat for three months for the cost of the carpet probably. The place made her itch and she was half expecting her mother to appear out of the shadows to lecture her about the dirt under her nails. She wondered if her client knew her parents; the Waters family wasn't exactly famous, smaller names with big ambitions. But her father did work in a weapons lab, so who knew?
Her eyes landed on her client, then to the girl at his side. She'd been given limited information during the briefing with Alasdair; the girl was five years younger than her and had a rebellious streak to her. Though what counted as rebellious to this lot she didn't really know. He might just find her colorful hair a near scandal. Ellie's parents certainly had.
Ellie touched a fist to her chest and ducked her head in a slight bow. "Good morning, Mr. Calhoun. And you would be Riley, yes? I look forward to working with you."
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Civilians
C[re]ate Champion
Posts: 38
Preferred Name: Mist
Pronouns: She/Her
Character Profile: Character Hub
Character Name: Riley
Main Account: this one
Status: Busy w/ Life
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Post by Riley on Aug 12, 2015 12:38:15 GMT -5
Riley had been openly staring, when her father nudged her in the side. She tore her eyes from the woman standing in front of them to look at her father, who subtly gestured at their guest. It took her a moment to realize the guard had spoken and remember what she had said.
"Oh -er- Likewise?" Riley inclined her head a little and heard her father sigh. Yeah that was a bit of a mess up,, but honestly she had never seen a person with so many scars? No it weren't the scars she simply looked though, hardened. A shiver travelled down her spine which she quickly hid by combing her brightly coloured hair back. This might actually turn out to be a lot more difficult than she initially expected...bummer.
Seeing his daughter wasn't going to add more to her very disappointing introduction, Alasdair sighted again before standing up and giving their guest a warm smile. "Welcome! My sincerest apologies for my daughter's momentary...incoherence. I'm sure you'll get along fine." The practised words easily flowed out and this time Riley couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes, luckily he didn't see.
"Anyway, you seem well informed of what your role will be for the coming time so my apologies for making this brief. Riley can give you a tour of the house and answer any questions," Alasdair continued, shooting his daughter a pointed look when it looked like she was about to object. With those words hanging in the air he gave a light nod and made his way out of the room, leaving Riley looking after him completely flabbergasted.
Turning back to face her 'babysitter', she sighed again combing a hand through her hair. She might as well do as he said. "Ehm yes a tour...shall we?" she's wasn't good with people, always awkward, but this time - as she stood up and walked over to the door- Riley felt it was justified.
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
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Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Aug 16, 2015 10:08:38 GMT -5
Ellie didn't fail to notice the way Riley's eyes darted between the numerous scars visible on her face and arms or the way the girl's shoulders seemed to square as she took them in. Which was good; Ellie refused the numerous ways to cover them up or hide them for that very purpose. Her scars made a statement and she was pleased to see the girl had noticed. While it annoyed her when some people just stared, she actually kinda enjoyed seeing the look on rich clients' faces when they saw her.
"A tour would be best, yes." She nodded, moving to follow the girl. Mr. Calhoun had supplied a copy of a blueprint of the home when she'd signed the contract to allow her to familiarize herself with the layout, though it had obviously been limited in some aspects. Seeing the house in person would help her fill in the blanks, both for her work and to increase the potential sale value if she decided to sell it.
As they walked through the house, Ellie took the chance to study the girl and the way she carried herself. She wondered how deep the rebellious attitude ran in her; she certainly seemed quick to try to obey her father despite being of legal age to do whatever. "Would you prefer I call you Riley, or Ms. Calhoun? Your father didn't say what your preference was."
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Civilians
C[re]ate Champion
Posts: 38
Preferred Name: Mist
Pronouns: She/Her
Character Profile: Character Hub
Character Name: Riley
Main Account: this one
Status: Busy w/ Life
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Post by Riley on Aug 16, 2015 18:48:41 GMT -5
Once back in the hallway, Riley looked around wondering where to start. She figured it best to start at the main floor and work their way up, though she'd be sure to move quickly. Showing people the mansion always bored her to no end and if getting on her father's good side wasn't such a priority at the moment she would have skipped the whole thing.
"All right then , let's go," she said in a half defeated half bored tone of voice while putting her hands in her pockets and moving toward the dining room. She had no idea why starting there seemed like a good idea, it wasn't the closest room - that would be her grandfather's study which she would be sure to skip during their little tour - but then again it was the furthest away from prying ears.
"Would you prefer I call you Riley, or Ms. Calhoun? Your father didn't say what your preference was."
She looked back over her shoulder and shrugged. "I don't really care. Riley is fine, though when in presence of my father or grandfather Ms. Calhoun would be best." The slight disgust at the more official name hadn't been entirely intended, but at this point Riley couldn't care less. At least she was asked for what she wanted, not something that happened every day.
"How should I call you?" She asked after stepping into a slightly larger room than they left behind and gesturing at the huge dining table.
"Dining room, which is...scarcely used...Actually most of the rooms are barely used, making this whole charade quite pointless. I'm sure you you already got a map or blueprint of the house. So it's probably better to ask: where would you like to go next?" Turning to face her guest/bodyguard, Riley crossed her arms, making sure to not look the other directly in the eyes. She didn't agree to this and saw no point in keeping up appearances. So what if she appeared bored or rebellious? Better to show that now and test the waters than later on.
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Aug 16, 2015 21:53:30 GMT -5
Ellie's mouth twitched as the girl seemed to drop the attitude she'd had around her father almost entirely. Oh yes, this all rang a very familiar tune. In the back of her head she could hear her own father 'don't be so familiar with the help, Ellie, it sets a bad example' . She allowed herself a twitch of a smile and nodded, "Riley it is then. You can call me Ellie. Formalities don't really run both ways in this part of the city." She greatly preferred a casual exchange over forced politeness.
She took in the house, making a mental note of the tiny changes from the blueprint. When Riley mentioned it she actually allowed a small laugh. "Yes, he did. But things tend to be left out, so I like to give a once over. But your father implied that my duties would largely be escorting you when you're away from the house, so really...where are you wanting to go?"
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Civilians
C[re]ate Champion
Posts: 38
Preferred Name: Mist
Pronouns: She/Her
Character Profile: Character Hub
Character Name: Riley
Main Account: this one
Status: Busy w/ Life
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Post by Riley on Aug 22, 2015 18:38:15 GMT -5
Having her question directed back to her had Riley smiling. There were several places she'd rather be than at home; scaling the roofs, feeling the wind, sniffing the air - all right, she really had to do some introspection to figure out whether it were the gene mods or her own thoughts. Either way anywhere would be better even if for a little while.
Instead she shrugged and gestured down the long hall. "Hn, I guess the second floor balcony will do...It's quiet enough..." she mused out loud before setting off in a steady pace. Outside would be warm and less suffocating. Less cameras and people to worry about, Riley liked that idea, especially if it meant they could have an honest conversation. After all she needed to see if they could come to an agreement about certain things.
Most of the way through the hall, Riley remained silent, looking straight forward seemingly ignoring everything around her. Of course she wasn't, but she'd be last to make that noticeable. The only instance which broke her blank look was to look at the door of her grandfather's study. No doubt he's in there reading into stocks, she thought feeling a little amused despite not liking the man.
Arriving at the second floor, Riley made a beeline for the glass doors which shifted open at her approach. Once outside she breathed in deeply with closed eyes and sighed. "It's always good to be outside...Now then -eh- is there anything you'd like? Something to eat or drink? I'd like to talk for a bit if that's all right with you?" Riley wasn't sure how to get to asking how serious Ellie took her job in babysitting her, but she also noticed her dad had either forgotten or not found it necessary to offer his new employee a drink. There were no underlying thoughts to her offer, Riley made sure to distance herself from such people even if not all were avoidable.
"We pretty much have anything...I guess? Just let me know, meanwhile we could take a seat...or not...either I'm good with both."
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Will Punch Your Butthole
Posts: 114
Preferred Name: Donut
Pronouns: Her/She
Character Name: Ellie 'Evrika' Waters
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Post by Ellie on Aug 29, 2015 18:30:04 GMT -5
Riley was a fidgety girl, or at least was when she obviously wanted to ask something. Ellie kept both eyes on her as she stepped to lean back against the balcony railing; back to the city and full focus on the younger girl. "I'm good, thanks." She braced her hands on the railing. She hadn't missed the shift in the girl's demeanor when they'd passed one of the rooms that hadn't been labeled in the blueprint. From the way Riley had acted earlier, she'd bet it was probably related to one of the Calhoun men. She made a note to find a way in there later. Who knows what valuable information could be in there?
"Talk, huh? Well, by all means, go ahead. I am hourly after all." She crossed her arms over her chest, giving the girl a curious look. Most clients didn't want to talk once a contract was signed unless they were either bored or wanted to see just how many services Ellie provided. Those were typically the creepy older men though. "What's on your mind?"
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