Lockwood Industries
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				Title: <strong>Lockwood Industries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 21:08:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Lockworth Industries lay in the stillness of downtime; that period between late evening and early night in which most people are either tucked up away in houses, or staggering around wailing drunkenly. Alcohol was expressively forbidden to the residents of the Director’s live-in-laboratories. As he himself had stated “It rots the brain, my good workers- and that is something that we certainly cannot afford”. Of course- that didn’t mean that it didn’t find its way into the hands and bodies of those countless individuals who toiled ceaselessly from dawn ‘til dusk, attempting to work on new serums and formulae. None of them knew what they were working on- they knew only what their research discovered, what they spoke of together in their laboratories or across the canteen tables (although departments were restricted from speaking to one another of confidential matters and were under nearly constant surveillance) or what the research briefs ordered them to find. Rumours were rife, naturally, ranging from suggestions of beauty products to medicines, to government weapons and biological terror pieces.<br><br>Alcohol was often a necessity in this place, even though it was ‘forbidden’.<br><br>One such bottle of alcohol was currently being swigged from in utter frustration. The stillness of the stark, white area was interrupted by violent tappings; computer keys being smashed repeatedly into the keyboard by aggravated fingers.<br><br><strong>-Tap…tap tap…taptaptap…tapt-…Bleeeeeeep.-</strong><br><br>“Is that what I told you to do!? <em>No!</em> Did I ask you to delete the file!? <em>No!</em>” An irate voice sliced through the relative calm, accompanied by a few more heavy key-smashings.<br><br>TAP. TAP. TAP.<br><br>“Scrap metal!” the voice snarled. This was then followed by a heavy thud- a vicious kick to the computer’s base units with uniform steel-toed boots. The computer gave out a loud klaxon call and a deep, metallic voice echoed out.<br><strong>‘Attention User ‘DrVSyk00032’. If you do not stop the following actions, the system will be forced to ta-’</strong><br>“Restore my files, you glorified calculator!” Dr. Sykes responded angrily, but nonetheless halting her physical abuse of the computer and standing up sulkily to glare at the screen. Her labcoat trailed on the floor behind her and her hair was beginning to escape the constraints of its required tight bun, looking sloppy.<br><strong>‘Files cannot be found,'</strong> the deeper voice responded.<br>“<em>I know!</em>” Dr. Sykes shouted back, one green eye twitching slightly. “That is why I’m angry! I did not request that they be deleted- so where are they!?”<br><strong>‘Files cannot be found, User ‘DrVSyk00032,’</strong> the computer repeated expressionlessly.<br><br>Dr. Sykes made a noise of fury and swept her bottle of vodka off of the table; she’d grown quite fond of the drink and now it was the only thing that was going to keep her from dismantling her computer and burning each separate piece. The Director wanted the new reports on their individual projects tomorrow morning- and now her files; her essential, perfectly organised and presented files; were gone.<br><br>Just like that.<br><br>Dr. Sykes groaned leaning against the wall, muttering ‘Whyyyyy…?’ over and over again and swigging from her bottle. She raised one hand to her face- rubbing her aching eyes soothingly; all the work- all the effort. Ruined. Gone without a trace…and The Director’s departmental head, Dr. Matthews, was going to be on her like irritating on the interns.<br><br>Interns…<br><br>Dr. Sykes snarled; it was probably one of the little bastards who took her files to use as their own research or something of the like. …Then again, her research partners could have done it much more easily. They'd wanted Vanessa’s project so badly…and they knew the her keycodes and passwords…What if one of them had put one of the interns up to the task to take the fall for her? And she could immediately think of which it would be. Vanessa slid down the wall slowly, her legs just giving out from fatigue and disbelief. The other scientist was clever, certainly- but lazy…it would have been the easiest option…<br><br>What a complete and total, godawful, evil thing to do!<br><br>…Yes…that was most certainly something her research partner would have done…<br><br>Granted, she’d been rather short and snappy with the both of them lately as fatigue and the stress of deadlines set in, but that was entirely their fault for being cocky and obnoxious, doing the barest minimum of work!<br><br>Dr. Sykes moaned wearily and slid further down the wall- until she was lying on her back with one arm draped over her eyes and the other clutching the half-full bottle. She was too damned tired to try and fight The Director’s computer system any more; at least she was more popular with Dr. Matthews than her research partner- Matthews might believe her story. She’d have to just corner both of her partners and bludgeon them to death using her now-incomplete-367-page-long-report.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lockwood Industries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 15:32:50</strong>
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				Dr. Samuel Keller was in his office next door to Dr. Sykes as the attack on her computer went on, though a great deal of classified work went on at the facility they had not deemed it necessary to completely insulate the offices for sound and in fact he surmised, as he glanced around the room, they may very well have used the cheapest materials they could find to construct this place.&nbsp; But the few things they did not skimp on were equipment, security, and brains.<br><br>He had been rated at the very highest levels in Chemical and Biological circles when first approached by Lockworth Industries, and the prestigious company had been certainly good for his pocket book, he earned an almost fantastical sum per year for doing their research.&nbsp; However, someone had deemed it necessary to subordinate him to Dr. Sykes who, though she seemed capable enough, was not in his class in his opinion and it made the bile rise in his throat at the very thought of his name being seconded to hers for every scrap of research they completed.&nbsp; Theirs were not the only exemplary brains to be found within the high security exterior walls of Lockworth Industries, he had identified no less than 10 other rising stars or known gods of their particular fields of expertise of which, as many and varied fields as they were, led Sam to continually ask what exactly Lockworth were researching in the grand scheme of things...<br><br>A yell sounded through the thin walls and a slight smile caressed his lips, he enjoyed listening to her screaming at her computer, as he enjoyed the screams from most other research fellows that Lockworth had employed who would mostly rely on their interns for entering any data into the systems.&nbsp; The computer and research systems were state of the art, and powerful beyond belief, but of course required skills to operate which for most was where the interns came in.&nbsp; Though pen and paper could of course be used, all hard copies were to be destroyed at each mile stone leaving the copies electronic and the sole property of Lockworth Industries.&nbsp; This proved to be no problem for him, computers <em>just worked</em> for him as he was apt to say, having a gift for them for many years, but some others here...<br><br>Another yell which was almost discernible as words penetrated his office and he smiled again, glancing back at the laptop before him as a file copy task completed, while another deletion task ended, computers were <em>so useful</em> if you knew how to work with them, and work with the data within them...&nbsp; Lockworth had one of the highest class security systems for their computer he had seen, however, to accommodate the 'bumbling professors' they employed their security system was flawed from the fact that once you were in to the system, you could access everything, or at least almost everything...&nbsp; In this instance he had easily been able to pick out the files that the good Dr. Sykes had been writing to, without intern assistance it seemed as they were somewhat haphazardly stored, but it had been <em>so easy</em>...<br><br>He smiled as he stored the files he had taken in his own encrypted storage and leaned back in his chair as the noise grew fainter next door, while outside the usual nightly cacophony of drunkenness seemed to be reaching a slow crescendo.&nbsp; He shook his head slightly, amusement on his face, as he reached for a bottle of his own...&nbsp; Unlike some of the interns and staff he worked alongside, he preferred something a little more refined than the rotgut they usually sneaked into the locked down building, the 30 year old single malt scotch imported directly from Scotland was a luxury he allowed himself and, as it happened, was the favorite drink of Dr. Matthews whom he had been supplying a bottle or two to whenever he needed him to lean in his own favor.<br><br>He took a sip of the refined scotch from a glass he had taken from the drawer by his side, and stared silently at the computer screen before purposefully locking the terminal.&nbsp; It wasn't that he was lazy, far from it, he had no intention of using Dr.s Sykes research as his own, he had his own theories and research that he intended to put forward, however, this time it would be under <em>his</em> name, rather than fronted by <em>her</em>.&nbsp; His plying Dr. Matthews with the occasionally bottle of scotch had in fact been carefully planned over the last few months to help build a rapport with the Chief of Research, in fact, the good Dr. often invited him to take a drink with him upon occasion as they both felt that few truly understood the magnificence of the amber liquid they enjoyed.<br><br>He smiled thinly, his blue eyes sparkling slightly before standing slowly and glancing around, to make sure nothing was left laying where it should not be, then picking up the bottle carefully in one hand, his glass in the other, he stepped from his office, locking the door behind him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Slowly he walked over to his colleague's office, where he gently pushed the door open with a carefully arranged look of concern on his face, "Dr. Sykes, is everything alright?" he asked softly, forcing himself to not enjoy her obvious angst.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lockwood Industries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 00:25:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">(Apologies- firefox ate three of my posts and I have been sulking ever since, so I apologise profusely for the wait.)<br><br>By the time that Keller had slithered out of his lair to enjoy the initial spoils of his deeds, Sykes had taken to banging her head against the wall behind her. Strangely enough, she found a great comfort in the combination of alcohol consumption and repetitive cerebral trauma. There were many merits to be said of neat, kick-in-the-teeth Russian vodka and a cold wall to slam one’s head against. She had most likely murdered thousands of vital brain cells, but it was allowing her to slip into a semi-conscious state, in which she was managing to convince herself that this was all a horrific nightmare from which she was soon to wake up. As it was, the arrival of her research partner shattered that illusion. Reluctantly, Sykes cracked open one bloodshot green eye to give him a baleful stare. It lacked a touch of its usual malice, given that her eyeliner had smeared slightly. <br><br>“Keller, I am in no mood to pretend that I like you or have an interest in whatever it is that you’ve come to say and indeed, anything you have ever said or done,” she growled at him, massaging her temple with her free hand. She had never liked Keller; from the moment he had arrived at Lockworth, he had acted as if the world ought to be on its knees for him. His aura of smug, self-satisfied superiority and sly deviance had alienated him from many of the staff, Vanessa included. No one could accuse Keller of anything less than genius- but his haughty attitude had limited him, as it always would. She would have been pleased to have him working alongside her, had he not been constantly complaining and attempting to stab her in the back throughout their research project, wailing and lamenting that he had been forced to work under Vanessa’s rule. She took comfort in the memory of the day that she had politely explained to him that if, indeed, he was so truly prodigal- why was he stuck checking her results and obeying her? The clear mental picture of his thunderous expression as he stormed out, cracking that façade of calm and composure, gave her great solace.<br><br>As it was, the combination of paranoia, intoxication and deep emotional turmoil emboldened Sykes and loosened her tongue. Keller knew exactly how enormously composed she normally was- and he would often have to spend weeks digging at her to achieve this level of fury. This was most likely a treat for him, given the expression on his face. Vanessa's lip curled in contempt as she hauled herself up to an appropriate sitting position.<br>“Samuel, I am going to break my usually highly professional and tightly controlled emotional state to tell you this,” she growled. “Do not patronise me, you smug little pustule. I know that you have tampered with my files and if I am able to prove it with even the smallest shred of evidence, I will gut you like a trout and write my next thesis in your internal fluids. Get out of my office or I will not be held responsible for my actions.” </span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lockwood Industries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 06:54:15</strong>
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				He tsk'd softly with a slight shake of his head, a look of pained disbelief painted on his face, while inwardly he relished his colleague's angst, breathed in her rage and disgust and let it fill him.&nbsp; Ignoring her request, or rather command, for him to leave he gently pushed the rest of the way into her office, letting the door swing slowly closed behind him, and perched himself on the corner of her desk, moving several papers that seemed <em>inconsequential</em> at least to him to make room, and draining the scotch he had in the glass as he did so.<br><br>He let loose an almost world weary sigh, and shook his head as he looked down at her, a position that seemed so much more <em>right</em> to him, "My dear Sykes, that you could think such a thing of a colleague, it...well..it hurts me to hear that you such should believe me capable of that...", <em>That, and so much more, you conniving bitch...</em> he added silently to himself though keeping his face carefully neutral and with a somewhat pained expression.&nbsp; "I mean, honestly, if you believed that I was capable of such, why not confront me, bring me up in front of the board instead of the continued barrage of snide accusations..." he said, pouring himself another generous dose of scotch, relishing the taste of his favorite spirit, while enjoying another's downfall.<br><br>He sipped appreciatively at the amber liquid, before continuing "Besides, if you knew your way around computers, I'm <em>sure</em> the files are still there, just misplaced...&nbsp; But it is a common affliction for a worker to blame their tools, I see it now..." he said with a barely contained grin. He knew full well she would not find the proof she needed to openly and fully accuse him, he had been very careful in covering his tracks.&nbsp; He also knew of her ineptitude with computers, a common affliction with the fellow Professors and Doctors here, one which he exploited whenever he could.&nbsp; He regarded her silently for a few moments, never having seen her <em>this</em> emotional before and finding the change in her demeanor and mannerisms incredibly interesting, especially as it had become something of a hobby of his to see how far he could push her...<br><br><em>(No apologies necessary, my own posting rate has been remarkably slow due to work stresses and health issues, no rush so post when you can, just glad to see you back!)</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lockwood Industries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 12:42:24</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Vanessa sneered at him as he perched himself on the edge of her desk, brushing aside some of her original notes and calculations as if they were mere scrap. Everything about him riled her on so many levels, but normally she could control this very well by focusing on her research and occasionally doing something petty and vindictive to compensate, like allowing one of the more impulsive interns to kick him as he walked past. She suspected that the higher ranking doctors and professors knew that craving very, very well. His expression was neutral and his voice was all but congenial and wounded at once--but looking up into those cold, blue eyes, she knew that he was relishing in her agony.<br><br>In a way, she supposed she deserved it. She hadn't been careful enough with her passwords or her encryption, but she had never imagined that her <em>research partner</em> would steal from her! This was Keller, mind. Had she expected any less? Had she kept the hard copies, he most likely would have defaced or burnt them. To hell with moping; when she was alone, she could bang her head against the wall and scream into a pillow to muffle her frustration, but she wasn't going to play that game with Keller leering at her. Evil little snake!<br><br>"Keller, all that surprises me is that you don't have the common sense to wait until tomorrow to gloat, when you'll think you've gotten away with it," she replied, struggling to her feet with the help of the wall. She felt better on her feet, even if the room span slightly during this transition. Anger was a far better support than grief, after all. Her hair was wild and escaping its tight bun and her eyes were smeared with black and red-rimmed, but she was not going to let him do this to her. "Shall I tell you something, you sadistic brat? I intend to. I also intend to bring up the reports of embezzlement and on top of that, I am going to explain the situation. In addition to this, you are also ruined, given that you worked on this project too. You don't look too concerned, so I will assume that you've planned accordingly."<br><br>That grin invoked the fiery temper that Vanessa tended to keep under very strict control. However, she used it to clear her head rather than throw at Keller. He looked like the type who would love any lapse in self control. As to her issue with computers, Vanessa was not inept- but merely inexperienced and reluctant to play around with something she couldn't directly tinker with, should something go wrong. She could have asked Keller to find them, given that he knew his way around technology better than almost anyone. However, she would be damned before she was reduced to asking for help from him.<br><br>"Tell me, then," she growled, keeping her grip on the neck of the bottle. "Why not enjoy your moment? It's what you came here to do. Go on, tell me your plans and get your gloating over and done with- I can see it all over your face that you're just itching to rub it in. It isn't as if I can really do anything, if you've gone to the trouble that I suspect you have." Not true, in the least; Vanessa had been many things before she had been a scientist and she was not going down without a bitter, vicious battle to end this war. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lockwood Industries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TyCaine</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 18:08:15</strong>
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				He smiled thinly at her verbal assault, while inwardly he was enjoying himself immensely, she normally had such a tight hold on her emotions, so much so it would have taken him days or a week to get her riled up even half this much, this was just too delicious to miss.&nbsp; "Gloat?&nbsp; Vanessa...&nbsp; May I call you Vanessa?&nbsp; Vanessa, if you truly believe I've come here to gloat then you sadly misunderstand me, obviously I'm here to help but I can see when my help is not wanted, so if you'd prefer I'll leave..." he spoke, not waiting for her to respond to his request to use her first name, instead using it as a friend or lover might, knowing it would probably annoy her more.<br><br>He stood, facing her, even in her heels he was perhaps an inch or two taller but he tilted his head slightly so his ice-blue eyes could look directly into hers, unlike many of the professors and doctors here, he took good care of himself, and carried himself with the grace of a cat.&nbsp; "<em>Vanessa</em>" he said, breathing in the word as though he were breathing in her very essence into himself, feeding from her pain and anger, "I came here to offer my help, but obviously you're too short sighted to see that.&nbsp; So I am leaving, to let you flounder in your office for the rest of the evening, and will cheerfully listen to you pounding on the keys of your computer in vain attempts to recover your work..." he said in a cold, mirthless voice as though he were offended at her accusation though the look in his eyes spoke of how much relish with which he was enjoying this.<br><br>"And while you waste away the evening, drinking yourself into oblivion, I will be crafting the final pages of my own work to submit, you, <em>obviously</em> know I was working on my own thesis which you pushed aside with so much disdain, well I have it completed, and if you cannot submit your work tomorrow, then I shall submit mine...&nbsp; We shall see who remains standing after tomorrow..." he said with a fleeting grin, before turning towards the door, though he knew how angry she was he still couldn't believe she could be capable of anything physical against him, that would go against everything he knew about her entirely.<br><br>He took a sip of his scotch as he walked, and tossed another comment over his shoulder, "Good evening, Vanessa...&nbsp; And a word of advice..." he said as he half turned back to her, his eyes holding a wicked look, "Since you have no work to submit, perhaps you should let your hair down at the meeting?&nbsp; I'm sure they would listen to any offers, sexual or otherwise, you might be able to provide them in order to keep your job here, I hear our superior has something of a crush on you and your hair let loose will surely tip the balance in your favor..." he said and turned back to the door, his hand reaching to pull it open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lockwood Industries</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rescate</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 13:33:49</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">"<em>Your own thesis?</em>" Sykes hissed between gritted teeth. Of course! Of course he would have been working own his own thesis to present. He would only have done so, if he'd have known that something was going to happen to their report. Otherwise, it would have been a waste of time, energy and resources for him- and Vanessa knew that Keller did not like to exert himself more than was absolutely necessary. She seriously debated hitting him with the bottle; it was heavy and had thick glass- most likely it would knock him out for a good two or so hours. What would that achieve? She would feel vindicated, but it would hardly help her position. She would control her temper for now. She could do that, couldn't she? Even if Keller was cooing at her, sneering down his nose in cloying tones and with the noxious fumes of scotch and smugness radiating from him. Her closed fists were so tightly pulled that her sharp nails were digging into her palms and her knuckles were turning white. She was visibly shaking with fury.<br><br>"Your name is on that report too, Keller!" she snarled, refusing (and unable) to turn as he walked away. "You are equally to blame. And I know that you will have created secondary copies, you parasite." Still, Keller was holding her gaze and Vanessa would not back down from him. If he wanted her submission and her defeat, he would not get the satisfaction of seeing her crumble. She would wait and do such when all other avenues were lost to her. However, the horror of knowing that her fate was nigh on sealed was pressing heavily on her. If she couldn't provide something, Dr. Matthews may be lenient...but the Administrators would not be. Lockwood had no place for failures. Only the best could be here. All others were removed- and there was no way that they would allow their scientists to spill the secrets of what they had been working on. A hideous feeling of dread swept through her at this understanding. She heard Keller make a remark about sexual favours and felt an odd, eerie calm settle upon her.<br><br>Keller knew computers. Keller knew secrets. Keller knew everything. All she had to do was crack his skull and let them all come tumbling out. Of course! But how to do it? He was one of those types who could avoid mental manipulation...but he was, after all, still a man. Most of the women here loathed him, she doubted that his tolerance for sexual manipulation would be anywhere near as high. Of course, she would not, under any circumstances, sleep with Samuel Keller. But that didn't mean that she couldn't get what she wanted out of him. If he didn't know what had happened to her documents, this would be the end of her. She would be charged with assault and most likely imprisoned, if not killed...but she was staring at the end of her days anyway. What did she have to lose? And if she was correct- Keller would not be able to tell anyone about the assault and the abuse, otherwise Sykes would be able to reveal his treachery to the world. Keller would be the one to be removed from Lockwood.<br><br>As he turned and walked away, Vanessa debated her tactics. She could try to sedate him- but he would not drink anything that she had been near if he suspected that she was trying to poison him. Besides, she was not a potential murderer- merely a woman on the egde (but hell if Keller didn't push that). He would be able to overpower her if she attacked him with a needle...The option of hitting him with the vodka bottle became more and more appealing as the process of elimination ruled out other options. Vanessa Sykes was nothing, if not resourceful. She would hit him on the side of the head, above his temple; enough to cause a temporary state of unconsciousness without overtly damaging him. Perhaps he would have a few cuts and a vicious bruise- but nothing lethal at all.<br><br>So, as he walked, Vanessa followed in his footsteps to minimise the sound of her shoes and advanced, with the bottle by her side for now, ready to strike him the moment that he slipped in concentration- for example, as he reached to turn the doorhandle. She would knock him out, bind him and then wait. When Samuel Keller awoke, he would be at her mercy. She had nine hours to ensure that her lab report was perfect. She suspected that Keller would most likely enjoy this, too- the sick, twisted little rat. With all the force that she could muster, Sykes swung the vodka bottle, with both hands, at Keller's head from behind. </span>
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