Who's using Who? (Writersblockade & lovelygirl)
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				Title: <strong>Who's using Who? (Writersblockade &amp; lovelygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 03:18:49</strong>
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				The lab was bathed in a dim, almost oppressive shadow of darkness while the hum of technology became its own ambient form of music. The bursts of Rick's torch pierced the darkness for the briefest of moments before giving way to the inevitable. He took a moment to ponder the action, and even made a few more strike of the torch, just to see the light shine, and eventually fail. It was a metaphor for his view of life, it seemed. There is light in the world, and amidst the darkness it seems so much brighter than it really is...so much full of hope. But the light is short lived, and in the end, darkness consumes it. He gave a sad shake of his head and chuckled, wondering why the light even tried at all.<br><br>Done with his adjustments, he flicked the torch off and set it aside to inspect his work. it wasn't bad, as far as his ideas went, but he knew it wasn't his best. Still, a walking spider cannon the size of a large dog should get a few heads turning, and that was all he wanted in the end. "skills to pay the bills" he muttered to himself before patting the metallic weapon. He'd test it later tonight, when no one above ground could hear. <br><br>He took one final look around the place and nodded. He couldn't help but love his little playground. Something about it spoke to the child inside of him, while comforting the evil genius living with said annoying child. The lab was the place they could both be satisfied...it was home. However, living there just wouldn't work. A man's got to have standards! As he hit the lab's power down sequence, he removed his coveralls to reveal the dress suit and pants beneath, free of dirt and grime. His mask to hid the dirty world he operates in. His shield from the light. <br><br>After one last check to be sure the power down had finished, he stepped up a series of stairs to a door with a monitor beside it. The monitor's outer lining shined green, meaning no one was in distance to see his exit, according to the sensors placed at certain intervals. The system was damn near perfected, to the point where he barely made sure anymore. He knew it was a lapse, but he also knew that paranoia ruined the mask. He was Rick Matheson, average joe salesman, and he intended to act like it.<br><br>Besides, he didn't have time for caution...he was late for dinner!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Who's using Who? (Writersblockade &amp; lovelygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 18:24:23</strong>
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				Destiny could just feel the evil in the air. Something was brewing. Rick said he had to work late, and she hoped he would be on time for their dinner. Yet she had this feeling she couldn't shake, someone was making a toy out there, a toy that she wanted to play with, then destroy. She moved to the balcony of her bedroom and stood looking out into the night. She could smell the evil and corruption that hung in the air over the city. She would play it cool tonight, she had other plans, but Destiny knew that tomorrow, she would pounce. She took what she wanted and no one ever stopped her. A falcon landed on the rail of the balcony and she smiled as it landed before her.<br><br>"Ah my baby, find me the place where the new toy is. We will have work to do tomorrow night for sure." Destiny rubbed the birds head to make sure it picked up the scent she was referring to. With a squawk,&nbsp; The bird nodded and flew off. By the time she returned for the evening, she would know just where she needed to be the next night. <br><br>She finished putting on her red dress and pinned her blonde hair on top of her head. She checked herself in the mirror. Her blue eyes sparkled back at her and she smiled. "Never looked better,' she whispered as she headed out the the restaurant. She just hoped he would keep their date, it was their anniversary after all. 10 years and neither knew about the secrets they kept. <br><br>Destiny pulled up and entered the restaurant, Rick nowhere to be seen. She sighed and sat at the table waiting.... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Who's using Who? (Writersblockade &amp; lovelygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>06-05-2013, 09:01:32</strong>
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				He pulled into the front of the restaurant, opting for Valet service instead of parking himself. He was a little...shy about people driving his car, but considering the circumstances, he'd have to get over it. As he walked towards the hostess, he feigned a conversation on his earpiece.<br><br>"Yeah, I know it'll be tough without me, but I'm only asking for you to survive a few days...get Howard with them. He's from their neck of the woods...". He quickly leaned to the hostess and whispered "Reservation for Matheson", before going back to his self made conversation "oh come on! He's not that bad, and besides, we only need to keep them entertained. Howard excels at that!". The hostess motioned to the table, and he saw his wife looking as ravishing, and politely pissed, as ever.<br><br>After a nod and a quick 5 dollar bill for the stereotypical "asshole on his cell phone" irritation he caused, he closed his conversation with promises and made a small show of his disconnect. He looked fairly dashing himself in a suit that was altered, though not tailor made...the image of a man that had enough to care, but not enough to burn. Always hungry for business. Even the restaurant was part of the mask. See and be seen by a few people who worked at his job, or a competitor. His wife an integral part of the mask...but one of the parts he enjoyed the most, at least once upon a time.<br><br>'Stay focused...' he thought as he smiled and leaned in to kiss Destiny's cheek before seating himself. "Sorry hun...rough day. Please forgive me".&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Who's using Who? (Writersblockade &amp; lovelygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 18:55:48</strong>
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				Destiny sighed as Rick showed up late...again. She was really getting tired of coming second to his work. Even tonight, of all nights, he was late. Yet she put on a fake smile, "It's ok, I understand." She looked around the room to see if anyone was looking their way, she didn't want her cover blown either. She had robbed the richest of the rich, a way to finance her jewelry habit. Sure her cover was a home business, that was flourishing, but it was hardly coving the cost of the baubles she brought home from time to time. <br><br>"Happy Anniversary honey, sorry you had a rough day." She slid a card to him, some silly card that told him how much she loved and appreciated him. Nearly made her gag as she was buying it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet there was a time that she loved him with all her heart, but that seemed so long ago. She took a sip of her red wine and smiled, remembering the good times, before all of Rick's 'rough days'. It was true, she missed the romance, but her life now was more exciting, stealing and never getting caught. That electric zap from the dryer had changer her DNA, giving her the odd ability to 'speak' to the animals of the world, her accomplices. It was the greatest blessing she could have received. And no one, not even Rick, knew just how much of a evil villain she had become. It would be a secret she intended to take to her grave. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Who's using Who? (Writersblockade &amp; lovelygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 01:48:49</strong>
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				Rick nodded in appreciation, mentally noting the small twitch to Destiny's cheek. It was something that could go unnoticed to the trained eye, but their years together made nuances less subtle. He was in trouble. More trouble than usual? Probably not, but trouble nonetheless. As she slid the card to him, he stole a touch of her hand before taking it. His eyes looked into hers wondering, maybe even hoping for a reaction other than the refined courtesy that passed for their love these days. "Happy Anniversary back, and consider this a thanks for helping the rough days melt away"<br><br>The box seemed to appear, as if by magic, in front of her. His earlier brush against her hand and look into her eyes served as a distraction while his other hand delivered the goods. Cumbersome to someone who could lift a wallet, he was still oddly proud about the maneuver. He was awestruck by his need to still want to impress the woman seated before him. To let her know she'd made the right choice despite his...extracurricular activities. The chuckle he made could have been taken for the trick he'd performed, but it was only a reflection of the joke their union had become. A cover...a charade, and an anniversary to count the years he's done it. <br><br>What else could he do but lift his own waiting glass and toast "To us, and even better times ahead".<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Who's using Who? (Writersblockade &amp; lovelygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>10-05-2013, 17:41:03</strong>
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				And there was the sparkle in her eyes that had been lost so long ago. Somehow he knew just how to get her feeling giddy like a school girl once more. She looked at the box and smiled, "Oh you shouldn't have, I didn't buy you anything. Now I feel so foolish." She leaned over to kiss his cheek and felt that warm glow inside that had been missing. There was still so much love in her heart for him, it had just been buried for so long. <br><br>She opened the box and gasped, a pair of ruby earrings surrounded by diamonds. "Oh my god Rick, my favorite, you remembered." Tears began to well up in her eyes, maybe he wasn't that distant after all. Destiny placed them in her ears and turned to him, "I love them, how do they look?" He had melted her heart and she for a moment remembered just how good it was between the two of them. All those issues between them could be forgotten, at least for one night.<br><br>"To us, and new memories and happiness." She wanted this feeling to last forever, but knew, once morning came, everything would go back to how it truly was. The distance would creep back in, and Rick would once more go back to having 'rough days'.
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 04:25:16</strong>
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				Rick's shoulders slumped in surprise, and quite a bit of awe. How long had it been since he'd seen that kind of reaction from her? Then again, how long had it been since he'd given her a reason to have that reaction? The distance that was between them wasn't driven by one side, after all. Her kiss was enough to make him want to switch to something stronger to drink...pure lunacy. They were both too damn crazy to let each other go...there had to be a reason for that other than her being a great cover and him being a decent enough bread-winner.<br><br>As she turned to profile the earring, he noticed again how damn good she looked, and shook his head. "They look like they were made for you", he said with a smirk. They weren't of course, but someone had to have thought of a neckline like hers...smooth skin, and delicate curve of her ear. They had to think of it before forming such a trinket. What did he think? He thought they looked like flashing drops of blood, and for some reason, it made her look all the more sweeter.<br><br>A clink of their glass and their night was off to its proper start. For one night, they could turn away all the sacrifices they've had to endure and focus on the possibilities that laid before them. Maybe even remember what their relationship was really all about.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Who's using Who? (Writersblockade &amp; lovelygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 16:53:11</strong>
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				The night seemed to turn from tedious into something magical for her. He as saying all the right things, making all the right moves. In her heart, she hoped it would last beyond just this one night. She wanted to be starry eyed again, wanted to give up the life of crime if he made the effort to be with her. It was true, it wasn't all his fault, they just seemed to drift apart as the years rolled on. She saw him more of a paycheck as he worked later and later. That doe-eyed spark had been missing for a while.<br><br>She looked at him as though it was the first time they had laid eyes on each other. "Maybe we can continue this later when we get home. It would be nice to have you next to me tonight in bed,' she whispered to him. Often times she was fast asleep before he ever got home. Some mornings she got up and she didn't even know if he had come to bed, he was already up and ready for work. <br><br>Destiny ordered her meal and gently reached for his hand. Maybe this would be the night they recaptured what they had. Maybe it wasn't too late, or maybe this was how it was supposed to all work out in the end. The two of them leading separate lives that neither was aware of.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Who's using Who? (Writersblockade &amp; lovelygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>16-05-2013, 02:05:57</strong>
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				The clatter around them seemed to fade as he talked with her. He forgot how simply being in the same room with her could make him yearn for something other than a spark of an idea in a cold laboratory. "That sounds like something I'd like to get used to again", he replied with a slightly ashamed grin. How could he explain? How could anyone, who was driven, explain the whirlwind of thoughts running through their heads. How could he help her understand that even this dinner was a fight to keep random images of blueprints from invading his thoughts of their time together. <br><br>He was going to say something more before a small electric charge surged through him. Normally he'd take it without batting an eye, since he'd made the damn thing himself, but apparently he was caught off guard while thinking of the woman in front of him. "Sorry...just...ugh" he said apologetically, holding a hand to his stomach. "That's what I get trying to drink wine on an empty stomach. Be right back, honey". The pat and look he gave her were an indication to not be alarmed. Last thing he needed her worrying about was his health.<br><br>As he moved out of sight, he slipped the earpiece back on and tapped it active "Talk to me...". The woman's voice replied, cool and restrained. That was usually a bad sign. "The buyer believes that the price is too high for the product.". It was all she said, or needed to say for that matter. Mercy knew about the dinner date, and wouldn't have called unless things moved out of her comfort zone. Not a bad thing, since most things out of her comfort zone met quick and sometimes gruesome ends. "Okay...well. Feel free to remind him that we could always get the weapon to those nut jobs in Russia, who will most likely not waste the time using it on him and his people. They are cutting into my happy time."<br><br>In the abandoned warehouse, Mercy nodded to herself while the buyer went about displaying his righteous indignation for the benefit of his entourage. She was alone, since this was merely a pricing meet. The weapon wasn't even on site, so she was relatively safe...unless some poor bastard thought kidnapping her would get them a discount. Thankfully, that only had to happen once. People tend to get the picture more clear when it's drawn in blood.<br><br>"Sir, I assure you, though the price may not be the bargain you were hoping for, the quality of the weapon is worth the asking price, and more to be honest. You've seen the data. You've seen the demonstration. I arrived here thinking you wanted to make a deal, and my employer is ready to send the weapon to your requested drop site...do you deny anything I've just said?" The buyer replied with a mixture of english and french. The earpiece translated the french, but she got the gist already. 'Fuck You' is a pretty universal saying, she imagined.<br><br>Rick shook his head while in the restroom and checked the stalls. At least he was alone. This deal was getting nowhere, and that asshole was going to ruin what was turning out to be a pretty good night. This had to stop. "Mercy...leave the buyer alive. Negotiate with the others" he said as he unzipped his fly. He figured he might as well piss while he was here. The sudden bursts of automatic weapons and screams was far more interesting than the sound of urine hitting water, he had to admit. He hadn't had time to wash his hands before he heard the Frenchman agree to their terms. Of course, since he had them go through so much trouble, Mercy made sure to get the wire transfer then and there. <br><br>&nbsp;Rick gave himself another quick look in the mirror before speaking "Good girl. Get cleaned up and splurge a little. You've earned it." Mercy watched the buyer speed away and resisted the urge to finish him. The boss was giving her the rest of the night off, and she supposed that was worth a small fish's life. "You know how to say all the right things, DS. Mercy out." A short time later, his earpiece was back in his pocket, and he was seating himself "Now where were we...? Something about taking you to bed later?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Who's using Who? (Writersblockade &amp; lovelygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>17-05-2013, 17:07:30</strong>
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				And there she sat, alone, again. Sure maybe he was sick, but he had used that excuse before. She felt embarrassed as she sat there, the other patrons seemed to be staring at her in pity. Her head went down, nothing had changed, all the hope for change in their relationship seemed to just drift away.&nbsp; She sighed softly as the minutes seemed to roll by, perhaps he was having an affair, talking to his mistress while he was supposed to be with her.<br><br>The meal came and he wasn't back yet. Destiny began to eat and her emotions turned from sadness to anger. This was the reason why she turned to the life of crime she led. All this lack of attention to her was what made her draw further away from him. Was he really sick, or making plans with some other woman? She continued to eat, he finally returning to the table. Destiny was seething inside, but seemed to muster a smile for him. <br><br>"Are you ok? I mean I wouldn't want you ill if we do take that tumble later."&nbsp; After being away from the table, he was going to have to work hard to get what he wanted. Sure she had trust issues, he was the one that caused most of it.&nbsp; She wondered what he had really been doing while he was away from the table. All she wanted was a night without interruption, and she couldn't even get that. If only she truly knew what he was up to, but then again he had no clue about her secrets either. <br><br>Her hand playfully brushed his thigh, this time is really was just a game, her heart not in it now. But she kept up the facade, not wanting him to know how truly hurt and angry she was for him abandoning her at dinner. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Who's using Who? (Writersblockade &amp; lovelygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>18-05-2013, 02:44:19</strong>
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				Her smile, as beautiful as it may have been, was damning. One fucking night...some guy decides to cause trouble. He couldn't blame Mercy, she was only reaching out for direction, but that shit from the buyer was...unprofessional. He might have to revisit that situation later. <br><br>"it was just a little gurgling...had to let things pass. Besides, they'd have to cart me out of here on a stretcher to pass on that kind of invitation!". He lifted her hand from his thigh and kissed the wrist, where her pulse would be. "Listen...I know things haven't been the best. Surviving at work helps keep us out of the poor house, and that can mean long hours, more often than not. It's not an excuse...it's...I don't know...just something I'm asking you to keep in mind."<br><br>The fact was that he almost had enough money to stop selling to those half-assed organizations that thought of themselves as revolutionaries. He might even do the world a favor and track down every buyer when he stops, just to give the world a chance at a smarter terrorist. He had it all planned out. An inheritance from some long lost relative. Papers and lineage to make sure everything made sense. A whole history&nbsp; devoted to one last (maybe) lie. Until then, there was only the grind.<br><br>He tried to fill dinner with small talk as he ate, but for all his abilities, creating stuff to talk about was simply beyond him. He supposed that he'd ask what he really wanted to know all along.<br><br>"So...how are you...really?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Who's using Who? (Writersblockade &amp; lovelygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>20-05-2013, 18:48:22</strong>
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				His job did keep them afloat, but at what cost? She had missed him terribly and turned her back on her good nature for some adventure. What if he ever found out what she did when he was not around? Would he turn her in? Send her to jail for the rest of her life? No she had to keep everything hidden, a secret from him. "I know, you're right, we are accustomed to a certain lifestyle now. I guess it just goes with the territory." <br><br>Her smile was weak and her eyes told the story of loss and loneliness.&nbsp; When he asked her how she was, she took pause, should she really say how she was or be nice and say she was fine? "I'm lonely and sad. It feels like we are just roommates now. I miss you, and being with you. But I guess that's the price we pay." Destiny looked down at the floor to mask any tears that might form. This was getting to be a bit to much for her. "Maybe we should just head home," she suggested, hoping she had not ruined their night. 
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>21-05-2013, 02:42:53</strong>
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				He nodded at her statement. It did go with the territory...there was no justifying what was done, but if he was expected to be the bread-winner, without working the funds of his operation into his "real" life, then he had to at least pretend to put in the amount of work a strung out salesman would perform. The extra time was put into his passion for destruction...the lab was every bit a mistress as some guy's 20-something filly he had waiting in an apartment in the city. No, it was more than that. It was the place he could go to without feeling like he had to be like the rest of the people around him. A getaway.<br><br>But did that mean getting away from his wife too? Her reply to his question answered that one for him loud and clear. Roommates?&nbsp; The flash of anger that begun to spread inside him made him squeeze the table before it vanished, almost as if it was blown away by the wave of sadness that overtook him. "yeah..." was all he could say at the time. The man who could talk his way into places he didn't belong suddenly had no tongue to say what was most important to his wife to hear. It was baffling...not to mention wrong.<br><br>He stood up slowly, and took her hand again. "Come on...let's get you home. We don't have to do anything...I'll give you a nice massage and lull you to sleep. It's the least I can do...". He tried to make the last part a little light-hearted, but it was just as true. He's taken a vibrant woman and made her a lonely shadow of herself. Home-maker without even a family to keep her occupied. It was a wonder she was able to do it all without crumbling to the pressure. Strangely, he began to wonder about why she hadn't left him yet, but was far from ready to ask a question like that. Especially now. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Who's using Who? (Writersblockade &amp; lovelygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 18:27:34</strong>
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				But she didn't want to go home and go to sleep, he was treating her like a child again. "That's not what I want, I want us to be together, not that you lull me to sleep and then go off again." there were nearly tears in her yes as she stood to leave the restaurant. "I'll just walk home if all you want to do is put me to bed. I could use the fresh air anyway." She turned away from him and began walking for the door. She had other things to occupy her time now and if he didn't want to be with her, or to take care of her, she would call upon her " pets" to have a little fun this evening. <br><br>Once more he seemed to be able to ruin a perfect evening for her.&nbsp; How could he be so insensitive? Would he make amends or just let her go? Destiny stood outside, waiting for a cab. She felt her heart break just a little more figuring he would let her go. She looked back once more, not yet seeing him. Her head hung low and she turned and decided to walk, so she headed down the street, hopeless that they could ever recapture the magic they had so long ago. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Who's using Who? (Writersblockade &amp; lovelygirl)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>25-06-2013, 02:40:32</strong>
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				Rick watched her walk off, angry that he couldn't shout after her about how she should walk home...about how ungrateful she was, but he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to submit her to a hurt he didn't feel she deserved. One of the few people whose feelings he actually cared about enough to not attempt to manage them. No mind games, no switcheroo...just a woman who looked sad and lonely. Somehow that made her more enticing. He could if he wanted to...slowly mold her...make her into something she wasn't.<br><br>But what would be the challenge in that?<br><br>After a slight jog to his car, he decided to do something he wouldn't have normally. The idea of the challenge seemed to suck him in, and even if it was for the wrong reasons, he found himself plotting his way back into her good graces. Soon he was idling next to her and smiling "Taking you to bed doesn't mean putting you to sleep...but if you're still up for something, how about we hit a club?" He made sure to rev the engine for a little before he asked "Think you still got a few moves in you?"<br>
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