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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 0:55:08 GMT
This is my Fight Song--TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONGOf course Harper had to watch the hall. Standing outside of Wallace's office, she glanced over at both directions every so often, watching for any signs of people coming. She was also listening, hoping that she might be able to hear footsteps well before any people came into view, giving them all a chance at escape. Otherwise, well, Harper wasn't sure what she would do. Talk to the person? Distract them? Make it seem like she was out there alone? She knew she couldn't give any hint that the others were in the office. This was why she hadn't wanted to watch the hall. As much as the job was important and needed, and as much as she could do the job, it still left her in the worst position out of the group. She guessed if worst came to worse, she could pretend to be lost. That wouldn't be overly difficult, Mount Weather was giant and it wasn't like they had been shown too much of not. Really only their dorms and the mess hall.
Her hopes were sadly not to happen as Harper saw the shadow of someone about to turn a corner in her direction, not yet able to hear their footsteps on the ground. Her fingers twitched in fear, looking for the gun that she wouldn't find. She had come to almost find comfort in the weight of the weapon back at the dropship. With all the training she had completed with the gun, all the work that Bellamy had put into teaching her and helping her learn how to use it. Now she had no access to a gun and that comfort and reliance she had grown on the weapon was doing nothing for her but making her feel more uncomfortable about the situation she was in. It wasn't like they would know she was up to something bad just because she was there, it wasn't like they would punish her. She had to believe they wouldn't have any reason to view her as guilty.
She knocked lightly on the door to the office to warn the others before the person turned the corner, then started walking slowly in the direction that they were coming from with an expression she hoped looked lost.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 1:55:02 GMT
There was the sound of heavy footfalls hitting the cement floors. Three men walked side by side, shoulder to shoulder, giving each man enough space to draw any weapons in case of emergency. They were headed to the President's office. The older man that named himself, so pompously, with the title of President was off hosting a dinner, it was Cage's responsibility to make sure the mountain ran as smoothly as possible. They each marched down each corridor and hallway with effortless, practiced ease. As they passed a relatively secure room that held a prisoner, the soldiers knew they were in Cage's part of the mountain. Down here there was neither hell nor heaven. There was no space between; there was a space of limbo where anything was allowed. It was a place for enchantment for Cage, and a place of darkness and madness for others. After all where did the people think the vaccination came from? It was Cage and his brilliant scientists down in the bowels of the mountain. It was Cage who had told his father about the serum. His father had only offered him this dull little toothy smile. It spoke definitions to Cage's logic. It angered him even to this point. However, he kept his rage to a minimum, especially in front of his men. The last thing he needed was his own soldiers becoming suspicious. Doubt bred ill-intent, and feelings was something Cage couldn't afford. He stuffed his hands inside his coat pocket. Right.
He ran his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip as they turned a corner. His men, these two, were good boys. They held their assault rifles close to the shoulder/chest. They stopped for a moment before continuing on. One soldier turned down the corridor they had yet to go. With their six covered, the second soldier knocked on the door, Cage simply stood with his back leaning to the wall, elbow in hand, fingers clasped around his chin. Within a few moments the door opened and a man peeked his head out. His first impression was a routine check. He hung his mouth open in a slight apprehension of doubt. The soldier held his arm out stopping the man from taking a step further. "Just a routine walkabout, sir. Stay in your room." the soldier looked over his shoulder, glanced about the foyer, and nodded. The other man gave the thumbs up. Cage just stood there looking useless. It wasn't until the man noticed Cage against the wall. He made a sound and exhaled, closing the door. Cage watched as the door shut closed. Jesus Christ. The soldier facing away said, "They always act like we are going to.. I dunno... kill their wives or something. Depending on who answers the door. That guy had a special case of the what the hell. It's common..."
he rolled his shoulders as if didn't understand people's rationale. Cage pushed from the wall keeping his arms interlocked, his fingers clasped.
The other soldier rolled his shoulders as well. At least only one of them was an idiot. The other gave Cage a cursory glance. They were looking for those Delinquents that had come into his mountain. Damn his father, damn him. He was so enraptured with that blonde one. The one who had managed to find an escape route. It sickened Cage as he took the lead. It only took one moment to find those damnable Delinquents and confine them to a room; where they belong. While the rest trapeze and consumed his food and beverages. Cage snarled indignantly to himself. They were almost at the hallway before the office. The moment he could keep them all contained would be the day they wouldn't wreck any unwanted havoc. Only then the mountain would be completely secure. It was a security leak. It was the policy in the damn rulebook. Yet his father gave these kids a pass like they were born here. Cage was doing everything now he could to not show weakness. However the rage was boiling. Those little ingrates. They turned a corner just as a girl of a young age, golden hair, sauntered past. Cage gave her a glance as they too moved past. Then he had a feeling, so he stopped, as his men took several steps forward, and stopped. She... she definitely wasn't one of the original citizens. He studied her for a moment. One soldier came up next to Cage, questioningly. Cage only then...
She was familiar. He didn't have all the files complete yet on the Delinquents. However, he knew her to be one of them. He crossed his arms in front of him. There was a moment's pause before Cage turned back around, facing the office door. He eyed the door suspiciously. It was possible that she would be up to something. She was alone. He gave a curt nod. One of the soldiers began back the other way. The other soldier stood in the doorway blocking entry. Cage took another moment to address the situation. Either she was lost, truly lost, and dumb, or she was playing some sort of trickery. Cage hated trickery. He often thought trickery was for foolish little children. His father had offered them rooms, hot food, warm bed, fresh water for showers. It wasn't so uncommon they would try something foolish. That was where his father was weak. Weak for these pathetic outsiders. Cage straightened out his clothes as he looked the girl up and down. She might have made for a good specimen in the labs. In fact she was perfect. He quirked an eyebrow at the prospect. He knew with a slight doubt that these Outsiders were always up to something interesting. Since day one they had been trying to find a way to make Mount Weather look like the bad guy. Perhaps. Other people other than those born in the mountain would perhaps perceive that. Methods were methods. No matter how they got achieved.
Whatchya up to? he asked, simply, plainly.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 0:26:19 GMT
This is my Fight Song--TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONGThe situation just became worse for Harper, worse than she ever could of expected it would become when not just one man turned the corner in the foyer but three did, walking side by side and all looking able to kill Harper with nothing more than a look. Harper recognised the two men on the edges of the trio to be soldiers, in clothing that told her so and walking with an air of stiffness that itself could have told Harper that they were not people to be messed with. The man in the middle, well, he was still big and still looked like a threat to Harper but she didn't view him so much as a soldier, in the suit that he wore mostly. There was still an air to him and Harper wasn't quite sure who he might be, just that it was likely that he was someone important. Really, it was likely that Harper had managed to run into the worst person possible. That was how hopeful she was feeling, how worried about the job of "watching the hall" she was.
It looked at first that she might be lucky, that the men might just walk straight past her but that still left the possibility of them going to the office and that was something that Harper couldn't allow them to do. If they walked straight past her, she would stop them and ask them to help her. It was her only choice in the matter, she had to try and give the others a chance at getting away, even if it meant putting herself in possible danger. Although, really, if she said she was lost she would hopefully just be taken back to the dorms and have a chance at meeting the others back there to here if they has been successful. There was no reason for her to believe that anything other than that would happen. When the men stopped, particularly the one in the middle and looked at her, she payed attention to how she had her face, being sure it held nothing but confusion and not the fear and nerves that she held as the man looked at her. "I'm lost," she told him, looking around a bit as if she were trying to find something familiar. She could only hope her lie was believeable. "I was trying to find the showers and I took a wrong turn...I don't have a good sense of direction." |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 3:17:40 GMT
name yourself @harpermcintyre 791-ish after the somebody help me tame this animal tame this animal i have become Cage kept his eyes on the pretty blonde girl, trying to wrack his mind for her name. He had made it a habit to keep a dossier on each of these newcomers. To most people in the mountain his father was still the president. But to him - this was his mountain. He would not sit idle and let these little children run all over a role of such prestige. He stood watching, his cold demeaning eyes stripping away her armor, trying to ascertain what she was truly doing on this level. It did not take a rocket scientist to know that they these kids were always up to something devilish. Some small factor or plan to undermine his plans. He gave her a mocking smile, his best smile, albeit, that resembled a totally unreliable smile. She was lost, right. He stood with an arm across his chest, his other hand rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He even began to drum his fingertips against his chin as he thought was what best. By all rights he should have his men detain this troublemaker. Throw in a cell. That should tell her friends, wherever they might be, that he was unlike his father. He wouldn't be as amiable to their own selfish desires. I am so sorry you got lost, he found himself saying. He moved his head to one side, signaling the guard to dismiss himself. Both guards flanked him to either side. They cast long glances at the girl.
Cage smiled widely, amused by their commitment to duty. To the rightful president. Instead, he moved a hand up to even out with his shoulder. It's alright boys. Why don't you get some grub. Don't you have better things to do then scare girls with lack of manners, you brutes. One soldier turned his head to look at Cage as he spoke. The other said nothing. Cage kept calm in the situation keeping his eyes on the girl. She would be a perfect subject. Perhaps he would throw her in the test chambers. Lock her feet to the ceiling and let her hang for a while. He let out a sigh of relief when they hugged their rifles to their chests and both stepped forward. His eyes flickered to their backs darkly. They vanished around the corner. Completely out of sight. He shook his head side to side, snapping himself to a more professional stance. His locked his arms behind his back. Very sorry about the in-hospitality He made a face to show that he was sympathetic with her. Two large goons with automatic weapons. Not a pretty sight. It's a formality, I'm afraid. My father persists that I always have an escort. I was just about to head to the office to get a few things before the day expires. his eyes had returned to her pretty face, his cold, unrelenting, dark eyes. There was nothing that was important in there.
All the data was kept on a server downstairs. If she had her pesky little friends sticking their noses in case files they were lack of want. The only thing that was kept in the office were files on the residents, the floor plans, Cage raised an eyebrow quizzically. What could they want with floor plans? He smiled and let his chest heave as he let out a humerus huff. A single breath of escaped air. He raised a finger to signal the girl to linger a moment. He opened one side of his suit jacket, his hand disappearing within. His eyes however hovered on the girl. I understand that you must want to get back to your friends. Totally understandable. he made another face, this time his jaw jutting out, sympathetically. Big, dark scary mountain. Easy to get lost. His eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. He retrieved a key card from the inside pocket. Easy to get lost. Unfamiliar place like this. Thankfully for you I have the key to the mountain, so to speak. He raised the card up for her to see. I know the shortcuts, the in's and out's of this place. You'll be reunited with your friends soon enough. The card disappeared behind his back. He let his gaze linger on the girl as he waited patiently for her response. No biggie if she said no. Not like she knew him enough, or trusted him, even that.
Not like she was really given a choice. He rolled his shoulders plaintively. You will have to excuse me if I say that I have to walk you, personally, out of this wing. The President does like his privacy.[/b] . |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 7:19:20 GMT
This is my Fight Song--TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONGThe smile of the man in the middle left Harper feeling less than confident. Really, the mocking smile had her feeling like the lie she had given about being lost had been completely unsuccessful. Her heart beat was growing louder in her ears and her own face would be showing hints of worry by then. She had never been one good to hide emotion from her face, not when she was fearful, not when she was in such a vulnerable position as she was now. And, of course, these were the times where she needed such a skill to keep her safe. Te apology given from the man about her getting lost didn't sound sincere, if anything, it sounded just as mocking as the smile looked. At least to Harper it had. What could she say in response to that sort of comment? Nothing, really. Not if she wanted to keep up her act of being genuinely lost. That was definitely her plan at this stage, to keep up the act, because she had yet to think of any other plan that might work.
She watched the back and forth between the guards and the man. The way that the guards didn't seem to want to leave and the way that even as the man spoke to those guards, his eyes didn't leave Harper's face. It was unsettling, to say the least. All Harper wanted in that moment was a gun or a knife, some sort of weapon that she could use to defend herself against the man if he decided to try and hurt her or anything of the sort. Maybe he would try and use her as a pin cushion again and Harper didn't want that again. It hadn't been fun and she was sick of vomiting. When the guards did leave, Harper was unsure of how to view that. On one hand, it was now one against one. On the other hand, she had no idea whether the man was trustworthy or not and at this stage, her gut feeling was telling her that he was not trustworthy in any way.
As the man changed into a more professional stance, Harper's face flashed a fresh expression of worry. "The office?" Harper asked in confusion, deciding to pick up on those words, try and convince the man that she really had no idea where exactly they were. She forced a smile onto her face, one of light humor that she could only hope wouldn't looked as forced as it was. "I must be really lost," she commented with a small laugh. Yeah, it definitely didn't sound completely natural but then it didn't need to. Being lost wasn't a situation where she would feel comfortable. If anything, Harper hoped, that unnerved stance she held would just encourage the lie she was presenting. "And it's fine, they were just doing their job," Harper added on, referencing the man's apology for the behaviour of the guards. Although, honestly, at this stage she was sure that she had felt more comfortable with them around. Even if it had left her outnumbered.
"Yes," Harper confirmed quickly at the man's comment. Of course she wanted to get back to her friend's. She wanted to be back in the safety of the dorms and to forget she had ever been put on the job of watching the hall. "That's exactly what I want to do." Her eyes quickly moved from the man's face and to his hands as they produced a key card. There was nothing unfamiliar at the sight of the card, she had seen them used many times since arriving at the Mountain. None of the delinquents had one and that left them unable to get into most places...which was why her lie probably wasn't working. How could she say she got onto a level she couldn't have got to without one of those key cards. Harper swallowed and her eyes widened just slightly as she watched the card in his hand. Oh no. Oh no.
Part of her -- heck, all of her wanted to protest when he insisted that he needed to personally show her out of the wing. No part of her held any trust towards him and she could now clearly see the flaw in her plan, held in the pale finger's of the man's hand. Even with this knowledge, Harper was still trying to put all the effort she could into keeping her expression a put together as possible. To have herself looking nothing but innocent and lost. Maybe he hadn't worked out what she had. Maybe there was some way to wander around without a key card. Harper needed to keep her act up until she couldn't any longer. "That's fine," Harper managed to say. She couldn't protest, not yet, not until she had no other choice. Her act had to stay up. But fear was definitely the main thing she felt then. "Let's get out of here and back to the dorms then?" |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2017 1:39:13 GMT
Cage held the key card up in his fingers. He wanted the girl to know that she had a way out. Then he would take it away from her. Almost as quickly as it had started. He kept his face straight; he had gotten rather good at hiding his emotions. Especially when it came to concealing his true intentions. Though, something interesting had occurred. He watched the girl's face down the length of his nose. She continued her ruse of being lose. It occurred to Cage that maybe she was truly lost after all. The hallways weren't at all labeled accurately. The people who operated the Mountain had done a terrible job at keep the hallways and labyrinths labeled. Who was going to stick a sign on a door that said "hey, this way to the super secret laboratory that we may or may not perform illegal and morally incorrect experiments, good luck!". That was the point. Cage caused the key card to disappear inside his jacket pocket. He folded his arms in front of him clasping the wrist with one hand. He kept himself straight as possible. He was all professional courteousy. Even if he did not like these Outsiders. True intentions were always handled with velvety hands. An iron fist in a velvet glove. He quirked an eyebrow as the girl began to speak again. Fool me once.. Cage however smiled lightly. A light smile that barely dusted his lips. How quaint. To be reunited with her friends.
If only it were that easy. He did not plan on letting them leave the Mountain in one piece. They were going to meet unfortunate ends. Each and every one of them. Before Cage could issue a reply, one of the soldiers had returned. "Sir, we have a situation on the lower level." Cage had been about to answer, his mouth half-open, but instead his eyes flickered to the soldier behind the girl. What kind of situation? The soldier stood straight, rifle slung across his chest, as he replied, One of the residents.. his eyes traveled to the girl as he said, One of ours.. is upset with the amount of... visitor traffic recently. Cage had to smile at that. His face puffed into a smarmy, pompous little smirk. He kept his eyes on the soldier. Go find Williams. Politely remind them that it is only temporary. These people are our guests. No harm is to come to them. The soldier gave Cage a nod and went back the way he came. Cage, however, turned his back on the girl. He brought a closed fist to his mouth, pressing the thumb of his hand to his mouth. He snarled vindictively. The soldier knew that if that particular citizen didn't like the new rule - disobedience was punishable by law. Cage's face twitched angrily as he composed himself. He turned back around straightening out his suit; focusing on the front, his torso, and the sides. He knew who this citizen was. Reynolds.
Drunk bastard. Just doing their job. Hard to keep an entire Mountain from erupting. Because people don't like the way things are. He remained composed as he brought himself back to the situation at hand. He took a step forward, stepping past the girl, away from the office, in the moment losing any interest about the room. Follow me, he said matter-of-factly, which was an invitation to help find her friends.
Tag: @harpermcintyre
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