Questionable Paper

[Kid]

It had been a quiet day, complete with morning and evening. Now it was reaching night time. Kid only knew this by the shadows coming through the slits in Marcou’s window shades. He couldn’t remember the name of them, they were the ones that could swivel up and down to create openings as well as be pulled all the way up by a string. The teen was looking at them now, imagining what he could have done with his day had it not been for procrastination. It was a bad habit of his, procrastination, there was a stack of paperwork he had to go through and file for his friend and employer. He didn’t exactly understand them; he just knew he had to file the ones that said ‘Mentor’ or ‘Sphere’ or ‘Minion’ somewhere in them with urgent and toss the rest. For another five minutes his golden eyes continued to scan the boring packs of papers and their mundane silver staples when a title of one caught his attention. It said ‘Marcou : Victim to Insomnia, Words Lies.’

His legs, although stiff, swung down from the desk, his back becoming stiff as a board. The title both offended him and caught on some trigger in the back of his inner mind. True, Marcou wasn’t sleeping as well as he should, but insomnia? And no matter how much sleep he got, his words could never be classified as lies. Kid’s cheeks reddened in anger, supposedly this should go with the rest, which meant Marcou would get it. But it interested Kid too much. He slipped it into his pocket, just in time to hear someone walk through the door.

(the office is open to everyone, although it is harder for the public to get in. experiments can get in no problem)
(sorry for shortness...you all have one free pass on shortness)

[Kit Valtrena]

Kit had been wandering for a while now; she was bored out of her mind, or curious. She couldn’t quite remember which. Whatever it was, it had her wandering around aimlessly at night. She took a piece of chocolate from her pocket and slipped it in her mouth, letting the sickly food cover her mouth, sighing a little as it slipped down her throat. The jacket was new, well vaguely. It hadn’t been her a few hours ago but it was now, it’s about as close to new as she got lately. Why am I even wandering around here anyway… that’s a point? Where the hell am I, this place is vaguely deserted. she punched her own leg out of frustration before holding back a small yelp. He bruises were still lingering, “That’s cause its night idiot.”

Stretching her leg slightly the pain started to fade, I’m sure bruises aren’t supposed to last this long she probably could of rambled to herself all-night. But finding a building in front of her halted that. Her head tilted to one side as she smiled a little, this could be interesting… she skirted around the outside walls, looking for a window of some kind. She was moving pretty quickly as she skirted around, suddenly a little happier than she was earlier, to the point where she almost missed the window, this time ignoring her mistake and not hitting herself. The blonde hair however… that caught her attention. Why he was up slaving over papers at this hour she would never know, but everyone had their vices.

It didn’t take her very long to find a door of which opened for her, she rarely found locked doors everywhere. Doing a once over of all of her other exits, the place wouldn’t be too hard to get out of if need be. Tossing up a few idea’s of sneaking in or just walking in bold as brass, she was at the door before she even came to an actually decision. Bold as brass it is, cursing her body for doing things of its own accord before her mind had a chance to catch up. The blonde haired man was flushed, red in the face, she skimmed her hand over the desk, trying to take in the names of the papers, but such things hadn’t made perfect sense straight away for a while.

“So… Why would someone like you… be sat slaving away in a dusty office at such an hour.” Her tone was her usual sardonic one, although more playful than usual, she hadn’t spoke to any one since the jack. She didn’t stop moving around the room as she spoke, pacing like a cat back and forth, her hand keeping contact with the desk or a wall. Her eyes never rose from the papers as she waited for him to answer.

[Kid]

His brows furrowed in deep frustration, who could have written such a headline much less a piece as the one that was now stuffed violently in his leg pocket. The office was small, almost cramped, and held an annoying aroma of death. Strange, isn’t it, the office of the one man who truly understood the Sphere smelt strongly of death…but that was another matter and Kid discarded it from his conscious mind. The boy’s face was facing the window, a large single pane of glass that was perched behind the medium sized desk. His ears had heard someone enter but his body didn’t register it. For all he knew it could’ve been Marcou himself, or worse, Cassandra. The younger scientist was already furious at him for his laziness. If she caught him ‘stealing’ one of Marcou’s documents it would surely be his doom. That woman had quiet the temper.

Although the being had spoken, it was the soft scraping of flesh on wall. His shoulders gave a weak jerk, his hand lightly swatting at his leg in self discipline. Kid knew he had heard something or someone enter the office and yet he let a little after noise startle him. Nothing startled him now, or at least very little. After all, he had worked for the one and only Dr. Craig Mentor. He turned sharply, his golden eyes locking onto the person. She, as it was most assuredly a woman, was almost beautiful. Something about her, though, held his opinion back. He couldn’t pin it down and it nagged at him, but again that was to be a matter to be dealt with another time.

He looked at her questioningly, watching her lips move with the tail end of her words. What on earth had she said? Kid cursed himself for allowing his mind’s voice to become loud enough to mute the real world’s voices. Instead of asking what she had said, he went along with it. Another talent he picked up from working with Mentor. You never asked that man to repeat himself, ever. And you are? Kid’s voice was strong with mixed emotion veiled by authority. He was furious at the paper visibly stuffed in his pocket, at himself for being startled, annoyed by the disturbance, for not knowing this girl’s words, and timid to talk to a stranger with authority. His face was almost emotionless, unlike his words, but his eyes held true to his nature. If she only looked at them, she could break him down so easily, if she so desired. He awaited her answer, contemplating his next action all the while.

[Kit Valtrena]

Kit bristled slightly; she hated it when someone answered a question with a question themselves, It usually meant they were either not hearing her or they simply thought they were above her. Beyond her intellect and there for shouldn’t have to lower themselves to answer her questions. This wasn’t usually true, but Kit didn’t trust well, and was a little paranoid about people. The conflicting feelings in her mind made her a little unpredictable, never quite know to hit someone or talk to them.

Drumming her fingers on the desk a little hard she brought her eyes of the paper to look at him, the gold flecks in her eyes glinted brightly from the light in the room. He had the look of a stern teacher on his face, but when she reached his eyes they told a different story. Kit had always found eye contact difficult so she didn’t linger on his eyes, even though they totally belayed the rest of his front. To the point where the anger for the question was replaced with amusement again. He appeared the stern scientist type, the kind she had learned to loathe; she however doubted that was what he was like.

He was however, flustered about something. Which could be entertaining, Leaning back she managed to focus on his face again. Amusement overcoming that disability for the while. ”Kit” her voice was lest sardonic and more blunt as she used one more answers. ”But who I am, is in by no means interesting, I’m more intrigued about you.” she leaned forward to leaf through the papers again, keeping eye contact until she dropped her eyes to the files. Even when she concentrated and could read the files she wasn’t sure what they were about, briefly she wondered if this place had anything to do with her or more importantly what had been done to her. She had an uncanny ability to ignore the thoughts in her mind and continue talking, almost subconsciously. ”What’s got you are flustered?” holding one of the files lightly in her hand, she was now leaning slightly on the desk, staring at him again.

[Kid]

Before he could truly react, he snagged the papers from beneath her fingers. There was a box behind him on the window sill, what little of one there was. He placed them in it, their pages fluttering slightly in argument. As he turned back towards he his mind recalled her original words. They had been along the lines of why had he been working in this dusty ol’ office. It’s called a job. He spoke bitterly, he hated it when people made fun of his job. Whether she was trying to make fun or not he didn’t know nor care, he just answered in the way his tongue felt like.

As she looked at him he caught a strangeness in her eyes, a double colour. They appeared a brown, soft as a chocolate, but when she titled her head to let in the light they glimmered with a golden, much like his. This hypnotized him, he was very curious but dared not speak of it. How would that seem? A young man appearing so assure of himself asking about something as trivial as eye colour…He put the note aside and nodded, acknowledging her name. Instinct compelled him to reply with his name, but he wasn’t sure of this creature, this woman. For sure she wasn’t supposed to be here, so why did he have to speak with common courtesy? Kid. His tongue abandoned him, acting of its own accord.

He paused, thinking of his next action. Clearly she was having fun. Somewhere inside him blamed it on the fact that his emotions showed so clearly. Whether you are intrigued by me or not, I truthfully don’t care. That was a lie. You are an intruder. I must ask you, He ceased the almost monotone and picked up the familiar teen way, what on Earth are you doing here? He smiled, she was of no threat so he decided to relax. After all, he was a kid himself. As he waited for some sort of reply or reaction he sat again in the comfortable chair. To his disappointment she seemed to ignore his comment and continued to ask questions that weren’t exactly necessary. That is none of your business, he said. Noticing her toying with the papers, he snatched it and nearly spat, Neither is that.

[Kit Valtrena]

She pouted lightly at having the files snatched away from her, the action however only peaked her curiosity more. The files had just been something to occupy her hands until he had taken them from her. Now all she wanted to do was get them back, drumming her fingures a little more rappidly as she ignored the impulse to cross the room. Reaching behind her to swing a lighter, but albeit less comfortable chair to her from before sitting down, looking at him from across the desk as her fingures carried on drumming the desk. She hated silence of any form, and even irratating noises such as this were prefreable to nothing. Thinking about it any way, does any one find their own annoying habbits actualy annoying?

She smirked a little when he gave up his name, he could of tried to have her thrown out by now. For some reason however; he didn’t, he might just be humouring her but that didn’t seem totally likely, when his toned changed from the harsher monotone one, she almost smiled at him, even thought it had been short lived. The guy was very protective over these files, something which was now nagging on her nerves. “No one, doesn’t care if some one is intregued by them… you see it intregues them, which leads to them caring.” The guy also looked cute when he was flustered, just gave her another reason to keeppushing.

She lightly brought her feet up, balancing them on a counter of some kind of the side from the desk. Leaving the chair angeled slightly away from him, causeing her to lean back with her head tilted to see him fully. “Who cares what I’m doing here.” Her voice had lightened some what, a little less sardonic and more typical of some one her actual age. “You should be having fun, not working in a stuffy office.” Her teeth graxed her bottom lip as she glanced over his shoulder to where he had stashed thoses files. “What could be so important any way?" her lips curcled into an odd grin, “And who’s business it is, is all relative if you think about it”

[Kid]

His temples pulsed softly, his hand briefly fluttering up to soothe them. This girl is going to give me a headache, he murmured quietly, almost inaudibly. Although the words were now written in stone, note the metaphor, Kid didn’t care. This girl, this intruder that grated his nerves so delicately, bugged him in a way that it didn’t really matter. He contemplated this, this fact that seemed so alien, and forgot to listen again. It was an age old habit of his, whether bad or not it was a habit. He only knew she had spoken because her eyes caught his again and he noticed her lips moving. Sounds slowly drifted back into his ear canals. Starting with the soft echo of crickets outside, then their breathing, then a rap-tap-tap. His searching didn’t take long, the irritating noise came from Kit’s fingertips colliding with the surface of the desk.

That’s annoying, he said softly, more of thinking out loud. Who cares what I’m doing here… That was something she had said, was it not? Clearly you don’t. The boy spoke with a definite…what is the word to describe such a thing? It was crisp, clear cut, more fact than anything. But he spoke with a smile tickling at the corner of his lips. A question dawned on him, what was he doing? She shouldn’t be here and the guards could throw her out with a flick of the wrist…so what was he doing? Truthfully, he didn’t know.

Importance, the word echoed in his ears. This is important because my boss says it is. Do you have the slightest idea of what’s going on around you? He sounded sharp, even protective. He hadn’t meant to be and he surely didn’t mean to bring up such a topic as he did, Cassandra would kill him. So, Kit, he smiled a little, his cheeks still bright red from the force of emotions. Why are you here? It was plain and blunt, as he figured it should be. He was truly curious and wouldn’t do much until she answered. He went over the days events again, nothing much…nothing much at all…

[*bangs head* my posts are so bad right now….]

[Kit Valtrena]

Her tapping suddenly stopped, she laid her fingers lightly on the edge of the desk, moving her other hand to rest her chin on it. Her fingers skidded over the desk before coming to rest lightly on her knee, might as well give him the brief thought I’ll so what he asks, she thought lightly to herself before once again taking up the same tapping, but the tapping on flesh rather than wood this time; equally as annoying, just slightly quieter. She was grating on his nerves which was keeping him ever so slightly frustrated. “It isn’t annoying me, maybe you’re just frustrated from being locked up in an office into the dark hours of the night.” She swung her legs down of the place where she had proper them, turning to face him with a good deal of speed; of which she brought no attention to, casually brushing a piece of wayward hair from her face.

She pulled her chair closer to the desk and leaned forward, laying her arms down folded in front of her, the fingers of her right hand tapping her left arm. ”Why would I care where I go? I’m free to have fun… I’m sure you at least know what that is.” On her last sentence she dropped her head ever so slightly, her hair falling down either side, with her eyes raised staring at him. He must have been bored, or something, he still hadn’t thrown her out, or made any serious threat to the matter.

This is important because my boss says it is… That was about all it took for kit to lose some of her composer, “If you boss said killing was right would you run out and do it?” her head tilted to one side as her tone turned oddly serious for a moment, before brushing it off, pushing her hair back behind her ears again. Deciding to ignore what he’d said about his work, she went back to the position she was in beforehand, leaning casually across the table. Not quite knowing how to answer his question, she couldn’t even remember why she was here… she decided on the truthful route for a change. “The light, caught my attention and then I saw someone inside.” she gestured around the room and them pointed at him, “Thought it would be amusing.”

*If your bad, I'm aweful *

[Kid]

Startled, the expression clearly showing on his face, his eyes pried at the girl. He was sure that he had uttered the words so quietly that he himself could barely hear it. Oh well, she had flustered him and it showed. So of course he would be apt to miss something so trivial as speech volume. He thought about her words, of being frustrated. Although some small voice deep within him cautioned Kid to go slow, play around about and be elusive, he dove right in. Your right, it is rather frustrating. Although I am not exactly locked up, it sometimes seems that way. He smiled at his sentence, at not truly being locked up. No, there was no pad-lock-and-throw-away-the-key but if he was ever caught misbehaving or fooling around or leaving or anything like that, Cassandra would kill him. He thought about her quiet often, actually, but every time it was the same thing.

What? Are you accusing me have not having fun? he smiled, his right elbow bending to perch on the desktop, his wrist cocking sideways for his chin to rest almost flirtatiously. Of course I can have fun! Even though he spoke those words, his mind tried to find a time in recent history when he truly had had fun. It was rare and hard to find. Since he was already being so plainly calm and open with Kit, he decided to continue. Okay, maybe I only dream of such things. When was the lst time Kid had had fun? Truthfully…probably before the incident of the Sphere, or way before the Sphere was a thought…who knew. The idea of not having true fledged fun in that long kind of made Kid depressed, his head turning down towards the desk and his eyes also downcast.

His neck snapped quietly, his body stiff and erect. It took a moment for his mind to process the sudden reaction. Kit had said something, something about his boss. About Marcou. Of course not, you…you imbecile! Kid had always had a stutter, but in recent years it calmed down to almost never being detectable. But now it was clear, his words choppy and barely understandable. His fists were firm against the maroon painted wood desk, his torso leaning defensively over the desk. He breathed deeply, it coming out as a loud sigh, I’m sorry. But don’t you dare talk about my boss that way.

So, am I? It was in response to her comment, something about this being amusing when he asked why she was here.

[Kit Valtrena]

Kit grinned again, the feature felt slightly odd to her, it had been a while since she had come so close to actual smiling. “Just because you aren’t locked in by force, does in now way mean you arnt locked in.” her eyes flashed to the side as a memory of being physically locked in herself burnt its way past her defences, leaving her with a new load of pain to ignore, this time the kind which made her burn for freedom that little bit more. ”If you were your attitude would be so much different” Her voice wavered a little bit, but Kit found her way back to her original sentence, pushing the new memory out of the way for now. “You’re cages by some kind of duty, when I’m sure a night missed of stacking files would do no harm and would do you good.”

When he spoke of fun she slipped forward again, she was genuinely interested to hear if he actually did have fun, or if his mind tricked him into thinking he had fun so he wouldn’t miss it whilst working. Kit also likes Kid’s current position, it made him look less like a scientist, critically evaluation the pages before him and more like a human being. And to kit that was a huge difference, and enough evidence for her to dispatch the nagging feeling that he was involved in what had been done to her. “Why don’t you still have fun? If you don’t things like this will drive you insane. Staying cooped up will drive any one insane.“ Her words weren’t just cautionary but had a bit of truth in the from experience, which made them that little more harder. Albeit he wasn’t caged like she had been, but the principle was still the same.

Of course not, you…you imbecile!…. At that Kit broke out into a genuine smile for a whole 4 seconds. Restraining her self for laughing lightly. She wasn’t laughing at his stutter, no she’d had one her self in past years but it had magically dissapeaerd. ”I wasn’t talking about your boss at all. But in general. You would be surprised at what some people would do if a man in a shiney white coat tells them, especialy if that shiney white coat man is a scientist.” she shrugged a little, her head cocked to one side in a sweet fashion, but also in the way a wolf did when hunting. “What do you do for you boss anyway?” she muttered trying to diffuse his flash of anger. On his last question she got up rather abruptly and walked around to his side of the desk, but the speed in which she made it, you would of believe she ran. She leant down beside him so she was a few centimetres from his ear. “Very, much so.” she almost whispered in respone before pulling away, her hair skimming over his shoulders from where she had been a few seconds ago, skimming her hand across the desk before leaning on it facing him from the side.

[Kid]

As she answered he noticed a new emotion cross her face. Albeit, it was brief and he questioned himself for seeing it at all, but if it was there it was strong. A memory perhaps, he didn’t know exactly and decided to try and ignore it. After all, it was her business not his. But it sort of set him off, his mind faded and his ears forgot to listen to the rest of the conversation. He was brought back to a startling memory of when Marcou still worked with Mentor…

He was in one of the labs, those dreadful labs, and was reaching for some sort of tool. Scissors. Behind him he heard the screaming of teary pain that belonged to something once human. Another experiment. His hands shook violently, the scissors cutting at his palms. A man in a maroon smeared gown and black latex gloves took the scissors, yelling at Kid. His teeth were also smeared with blood, his eyes too. Kid was cold, tears streaming his face in the continuing horror. He hated it, this job, this nightmare, but he had to continue. There’s always hope, and he strived for that hope. But that’s another memory, another past. The room was dark with flickering fluorescent lights dangling limply from the ceiling. There were only three occupants in the room: him, the scientist, and the poor experiment. He wanted it all to stop….to just stop….stop…

He jolted back to the present, to the stuffy office with Kit and himself. The fading of his mind and memories was really starting to bug him. I…I he had to think for a moment, his mind still cluttered with the frightful memory. I do pretty much whatever he says. Be it filing these god forsaken papers, spying, watching the lab….sometimes he even let’s me try to piece back together the sphere… Pausing, his face grew pale. He was still so ashamed of having caused all this. He watched her, something glimmered in her eyes. As he watched she stood and seemingly floated, or maybe ran, towards him. It was beautiful, like almost everything else she did. very much so, he nearly fainted. What was she doing? He didn’t know, didn’t care, and loved the excitement. He whispered, leaning forward slightly, What are you doing? It possibly ruined the moment, but he didn’t exactly care. If someone walked pass, they would mistaken the two teens to be lovers. Their faces mere inches from each other.

[Kit Valtrena]

Kit had seen him phase out slightly; her mind wouldn’t have called attention to it, if it weren’t so familiar. It was the same thing which happened to her when her memories came back. Perhaps he had the same problem with memory loss as she did; Kit doubted he’d gained it in the same way as she had either. She had yet to meet anyone who had suffered like she had, or anyone involved with the cause of it, for a while she had hunted down any one who looked remotely familiar to the people who had caught her, but now faces were a blur. If she sat down and tried to remember, maybe she’d know the man who had changed her. But drawing back her old memories wouldn’t only be exhausting but excoriating as well. No matter how much she craved the people who changed her be punished, she wouldn’t cause herself more pain.

Giving a wistful glance at her hand she mentally kicked her self, pain’s all you have left now... Sometimes she hated her hands, she’d finally learned to control her bane now, and it did become useful upon certain occasions, but the screams haunted her when her mind changed from the state of her rages. Something about this place was bringing out the nicer side of her, leaving the one who wanted to hurt in the dark for the time being. When Kid spoke again, kit realised she’d slipped into her own thoughts. He spoke of some things as if she should know about them, but anything prior to her abduction was wiped for her mind The Sphere... it rang a bell some were in her mind, but it was a dull ring which came with no further information. Deciding to hide her lack of knowledge she just nodded past the comment.

His reaction to her closeness to him wasn’t what she had expected, but by no means was she displeased with it. She’d half expected for him to throw her out or something. What are you doing? she allowed her hair to fall from its resting place, but not so it obscured him from their view. It had been a while since she had spoken to someone for so long, let alone be close enough to feel the heat emanating from their skin. The tone in which he spoke, brining into down to a whisper, betrayed the words, but she didn’t care, she liked the hum of his voice and it was nicer when she was this close. “I like your voice…” she trailed off, humming slightly and playing with a strand of her own hair, her voice lacked sarcasm for a change, and she kept eye contact with him.