alchemic_waves: (not a good time)
 Two days, that's how long she had been there, at least as far as she knew.  Constance's wrists were kept behind her, kept her from using her alchemy to attack the men that had caught her when she stepped off the plane in Seattle.  At first she had thought that it was because of Erik, but they hadn't once questioned her about him.  

Instead it was about her father's project and how she was able to use his sciences.  When she had refused to talk she was hit, nothing she didn't expect at least, but seemed like they were bored with that tactic.  The door to the interrogation room opened.  Constance braced herself for another round.  

Somewhere else the man in charge of the project grinned a little.  There were two reasons she was there, and with luck the second reason would help with the first.

Date: 2014-06-18 04:51 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] coldburn
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He looked back at the thermos and picked it up with his free hand. Then he guided her out of the room. He didn't know how to do what she wanted. "I don't eat," he muttered awkwardly.

This mission didn't seem to be going so well. He was going to get in so much trouble. She didn't trust him and he had no idea what to do about that.

Date: 2014-06-19 03:56 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] coldburn
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He didn't realize what she was trying to do. That wasn't in his programming. But he caught her as she stumbled.

"That's what people do."

Date: 2014-06-19 09:41 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] coldburn
coldburn: (pic#7743040)
He didn't realize what she was trying to do. That wasn't in his programming. But he caught her as she stumbled.

"That's what people do."

Date: 2014-06-20 07:41 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] coldburn
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He shook his head, letting her go once she was back on her feet.

"Of course not. I'm an asset."

Date: 2014-06-27 11:21 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] coldburn
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He shook his head. "No. I don't need to."

He unlocked an empty cell. "Here." He waited for her to walk in. He couldn't do anything else until then.

Date: 2014-06-28 04:08 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] coldburn
coldburn: (pic#7743075)
He grabbed her arms as he fell into the cell. He gasped as he landed on the floor, her weight resting on him. It felt different than when they trained him to fight. Very different.

Date: 2014-06-28 07:25 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] coldburn
coldburn: (pic#7743382)
He didn't move right away, just lay there, trying to get his breathing back under control. Finally, he sat up and backed against the wall, staring at her, occasionally shifting uncomfortably.

"What did you do?" he asked quietly after several long minutes. "I don't... I never... What happened?"

Date: 2014-06-30 12:27 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] coldburn
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He shakes his head. "I'm not... attracted to anyone." Not that he actually understands what she means. The word is unfamiliar on his tongue.

He rolls the thermos over to her. "You forgot this."

Date: 2014-07-03 07:30 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] coldburn
coldburn: (pic#7743044)
"No." He shook his head, pulling away from the thermos lid. It wasn't for him. He didn't know what would happen if he drank any of it and he didnt think he wanted to find out. "That's yours."

Date: 2014-07-06 07:01 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] coldburn
coldburn: (pic#7743040)
"But I don't," he insisted quietly. "Ever."

He'd have to tell them if she didn't. He wasn't sure what they'd do then. Probably nothing either of he or the girl would like.

Date: 2014-07-06 08:58 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] coldburn
coldburn: (pic#7743043)
He gave her a blank look. "...Cop shit? I'm not a... cop."

He eyed the thermos pointedly. He'd probably be in as much trouble as she would be.

Date: 2014-07-07 01:06 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] coldburn
coldburn: (pic#7743044)
"I... I can't eat."

It wasn't that he didn't wonder what it was like. He did. Especially now. But he was pretty sure he'd malfunction somehow if he tried it. There had to be a reason they never actually fed him.

Date: 2014-07-07 01:47 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] coldburn
coldburn: (pic#7743045)
He shrugged. "They'll make you."

He shifted uncomfortably against the wall. "No one feeds a gun."

Date: 2014-07-07 03:20 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] coldburn
coldburn: (pic#7743040)
He took a shaky breath. She couldn't be right. She just couldn't. He was an asset, always had been. He wouldn't even know how to be anything else. He could feel his flames start to slip his control. He moved to the other end of the room. He couldn't risk hurting her if he completely lost control.

Date: 2014-07-08 05:10 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] coldburn
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He shook at that idea. "Leave? No... No, I..." He clenched his hands. He couldn't explain it but even thinking leaving made him feel sick. "No!"

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