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Post by lilith on Jul 22, 2010 16:36:06 GMT -5
(This rp is for Lilith and Thorvald. It takes place a week or two after Please leave Your Identity at the Door. It also takes place over the span of two months, because we are lazy and don't want to make a new thread every time Lili comes to see Thor. Which is about every week. XD)
Lili was late. She was VERY late. The appointment with Nesheim had been set for 4:00. It was now 4:45 and she had still not yet made it to the repair shop. His first impression of her was going to be horrible, she just knew it. It wasn’t her fault that she was late, however. There had been an accident in the weapons room at the AFN. Three officers were dead, 4 were critically wounded. She had been working on stabilizing a man whose arm had been blown off. She hadn’t even had time to shower or change after she had finished with him.
She ran down every back alley she knew to get to the repair shop faster. Lili knew this city like the back of her hand now. Her large purse bounced against her side as she ran. Lili winced a little. She didn’t know why Francis insisted on buying her these things. They were much too big and the bag alone was heavy enough, without all the stuff Lili piled into it. She was almost sure she was going to have a bruised side by the time she got to the repair shop. Lili smiled when she turned the corner and arrived at the repair shop. She didn’t think that she would ever get there. She leaned against the side of the building for a moment, trying to catch her breath before she went inside.
The air was cool in the shop, and it felt good against her flushed cheeks. She walked over to the receptionist’s desk, giving the woman a sweet smile. She leaned over the counter slightly, so no one but she and the receptionist could hear. “I’m here to see Nesheim.”
The receptionist nodded. “Go and have a seat. Someone will be out in a moment to guide you to his ship.”
Lili gave the woman a bright smile and nodded. “Thank you.” She moved over to an uncomfortable looking couch and sat down.
She didn’t have to wait long. A burly man came from the back 5 minutes later and motioned for her to follow him. Lili was glad for it too. The couch was horribly uncomfortable. She walked over to the man and gave him a little smile. She was a little put off when he didn’t smile back. The man guided her to Nesheim’s ship and left here there without so much as a word. She huffed a little. How rude.
Lili walked up to the door of the ship and knocked on it twice. She hoped that this Nesheim would forgive her appearance. She was an absolute mess. Her cheeks were flushed from running. Her bun was practically falling down. Not to mention the blood that was spattered across her nurse’s uniform. And she was an hour late.
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Post by Thorvald on Jul 23, 2010 0:54:24 GMT -5
(Fyi, his sailor outfit is his canon outfit, yeah? And I think this takes place a few weeks after Please Leave Your Identity at the Door, right? And long post is REALLY FREAKIN’ LONG! @.@;; Sorry!)
Thorvald blindly reached for the hand towel beside the sink, his other hand twisting the sink’s knobs to turn off the tap. Trembling fingers made contact with something soft, and the towel was pulled from its resting place and pressed against the Norwegian’s face. The small towel absorbed the water that remained on his face rather quickly, along with most of the water left on his hands.
A long, deep breath was taken to calm himself before the towel was lowered and dropped into the sink. The ex-pirate was still shaking terribly as his fingertips found themselves at his cheeks, his blue orbs now meeting their own gaze in the mirror. His features, as usual, displayed no signs of expression, but his eyes, now temporarily paled visage, and disheveled hair and clothes gave away how he felt rather easily. He was terrified.
His hallucinations had been growing more frequent and more horrendous each day for the past couple of weeks. On top of this, he was even sleepier than usual. The ‘document’ producer had hoped that today would be different; that today everything would go back to normal, but luck was unfortunately not on his side. His day had started out rather normal. He woke up (surprisingly not as tired as he had been over the past few days), made and ate his breakfast, and then went straight to work.
His requests had been piling up over the past couple of weeks, and this annoyed him. Few things irked him more than finding himself behind on his work. How was he supposed to keep clients when he could not make the due dates? It was embarrassing, really. That and he could not risk losing any of them. One needed money to live.
What irked him even more was that he was unable to help this. His symptoms were the main cause of his lack of punctuality, and his pills were not doing their job. This was something that usually happened ever few months or so. It meant that his medication dosage had to be adjusted. The only problem was, he no longer had a doctor, so it took longer than usual to adjust than he would have liked.
About an hour after he began to work, they began, and they were not like his normal ones. Normal ‘visions’ never terrified him. Startled him, maybe, but he had not been scared of them for months prior to the past week or so. Thus, like the recent days before, he had just spent a good three hours hiding in the bathtub.
The feeling of his fingertips against his cheeks and no signs of any other ‘visions’ had by now calmed him down considerably. Slowly but surely, the Norwegian made his way out of the bathroom, down the little hall, and into his rather large work area. Yes, he was most certainly alone again. He was no longer there. Blue hues glanced over at the now melted plastic in one of the many contraptions lined along the walls of the room. He huffed, now just a tad irritated as he walked over and turned the machine off. He would have to start that assignment all over again. How annoying.
His head turned to the hallway as the sound of a knock reached his ears. He found this to be rather odd, considering he was not expecting any visitors or customers today. It was probably Dmitri, the owner of the shop, wanting something from him. Didn’t he know that he had things to do? Nonetheless, Thorvald had to at least be tolerable of the man who let him hide there.
Thorvald quickly smoothed out his hair and work outfit, the latter of which was unlike his usual clothing. This particular outfit was only worn when his ship was docked and he was working. It was a blue, sailor-like uniform, worn just in case an AFN officer or someone from the law came to visit the shop. It was complete with a little hat that he actually liked to wear. It made him feel strangely secure, whenever he wore it. There was no way he would ever wear this outfit when meeting a customer, however, as to him, it looked entirely unprofessional and ridiculous (as much as he liked the hat).
Now that he had fully regained his composure, the ex-pirate made his way through the halls and to the side entrance of the ship. A code was pressed into the keypad, and with a groan, the door opened to allow Thorvald to see his new-found company.
One quick look determined that the guest was not Dmitri, but instead a blood splattered, young girl. This sight was… interesting… to say the least, but he had seen stranger things. Once he studied the uniform a little more attentively, the blood splatter made sense. This young girl was obviously a nurse. Her disheveled appearance made it clear that she had come here in a hurry. What bothered him, though, was not only did he not know why this woman was here, but her nurse uniform was obviously one from the AFN. They could not have possibly found him. Dmitri was a bit of a fool, but there was no way that he would let the girl past if he knew she was trouble.
Nonetheless, it was still odd that he was not expecting her. It was time to find out her purpose for being there, then. The tone of his voice came to be rather cold, his now expressionless hues continuing to finds clues on the girl’s being as to her identity and her reason for being there.
“May I help you?”
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Post by lilith on Jul 23, 2010 1:31:32 GMT -5
Lili hummed softly, waiting for someone to come to the door. Vasch had been the one who told her to contact Nesheim. She had made the comment in a letter to him that she wanted a fake ID. She didn’t tell her brother that she wanted one so that she could go out with the other nurses. Vasch would have probably flipped out if he knew.
If Vasch had been suspicious, he hadn’t let it be known in his replying letter. Probably because he was ranting about this Gilbert person and what Gilbert had done when they first got to the restaurant to meet Nesheim. Whoever Gilbert was, he must be pretty special. Lili knew her brother. He wouldn’t put himself through this stress if he didn’t love the guy.
Lili frowned a little. Her birthday was only two months away. Vasch had missed her 16th birthday. She hoped that he wouldn’t miss her 17th. Surely he could sneak away from the Axis long enough to see her, if only for a few minutes. Letters were the only contact they’d had since Vasch was deployed. Phones were too risky and so were webcams, or anything of that sort. She missed his voice. Maybe she should be the one to sneak and see him. It couldn’t be too hard to do.
“May I help you?”
Lili blinked, the voice rousing her from her thoughts. She looked up at Thorvald. He was certainly handsome, in a soft, boyish way. Though he probably wouldn't look at her in any such light. Lili didn't think she was anything special. She didn't even have normal body parts yet. She was 16 and still in a training bra. Plus, he just didn't seem the type. He was cold and standoffish. Though that wasn't going to stop her from trying to be friendly to him.
Lili gave Thorvald a shy little smile. “Oh! Yes. I um, had an appointment to see you today. I’m so sorry that I’m late. There was an accident at work.” She held her hand out to him. “I’m Lilith Zwingli.”
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Post by Thorvald on Jul 26, 2010 23:58:55 GMT -5
“Oh! Yes. I um, had an appointment to see you today. I’m so sorry that I’m late. There was an accident at work. I’m Lilith Zwingli.”
An appointment? That was absolute nonsense. There was no way that he would have ever allowed himself to forget an appointment with a client. Almost crystal-like hues scanned over the girl once more, finishing their look over on her outstretched hand. Lili had been correct when she thought that the Norwegian would not think much of her. Sure, he would admit she was pretty, but he would only use this opinion to determine that she was quite young. She could even be as young as in her teens. Therefore, this could not possibly be a trap. A young, probably naive, girl that had probably just joined the AFN being sent to trap him? The thought almost made him want to laugh. Her young appearance even made him question whether she even was old enough in the first place to join the AFN. The more he thought about it, the more he doubted that she was truly going to be much of a problem.
Thus, the one question that remained on his mind, for the moment, was how could he have forgotten an appointment? Well, he had been behind on work lately, thanks to his ‘little friends’. Maybe he had allowed himself to make a little slip up. This was something he would reprimand himself for later, but now there was nothing that could be done about it. He had to deal with the hole he had dug himself in.
Having realized he had taken a moment too long to respond to the young lady, the ex-pirate held out his own hand and slipped it into her own grasp. Fingers gently wrapped around the nurse’s hand, delicately as though her hand had been made of glass and he was terrified to even leave a scratch. The small shake he gave was a small, single up and down movement.
“No worries, Miss Zwingli.” Now where had he heard that last name before? He removed his hand from her grasp and stepped to the side of the door frame, “Please, come in.”
He waited for her to step inside before pressing the button on the keypad that closed the door to the ship. They were in one of the walkways of the ship, made of a simple, metal catwalk with wires around all walls. Once he was certain that the door had shut properly, Thorvald began to walk down the path, adjusting his hat for a moment along the way. “Faen,” was the only word muttered under his breath. Not only had he been caught forgetting about a customer, but he had been caught in an outfit he hated wearing during meetings. Nonetheless, he turned the corner and entered a small room that he had made into a kitchen (he obviously assumed that she would simply follow him without him having to ask).
This particular room included everything a normal kitchen would have: a fridge, counters, shelves, a stove, and a sink, at least. The floor had now turned to a plain, black linoleum tile, the walls lined with simple, navy blue wall paper with a little floral design. In the center was a simple, wooden table with two cushioned chairs. The room was also practically dirt and dust free. Thorvald made sure of making this room clean. After all, this was where he made his food. Who would want dirty food? That and this was where he brought his customers. Therefore, this room was kept in the most pristine condition. Overall, the room has an elegant, yet still simple and ‘homey’ feel.
The ‘document’ producer walked towards one of the chairs and pulled it out for the lady. It was only polite. He then glanced back up at his guest. A same sense of familiarity was starting to creep back into the back of his mind. She looked familiar, somehow. He recognized that name, as well. Zwingli... Yet somehow, for the life of him, he could not place her. Maybe his visions were doing more damage than he had originally thought. Nonetheless, he remained expressionless as he motioned to the chair.
“Please, sit down,” a pause was given to remember an afterthought, “Would you like something to drink?”
(Fyi, ‘faen’ is basically the Norwegian version of the ‘f’ word. XD)
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Post by lilith on Jul 27, 2010 1:15:12 GMT -5
Lilith tilted her head at the Norwegian man. He seemed to be studying her. Maybe she should have changed before she came. After all, she was AFN and he was a pirate. Though, he had nothing to worry about. Her brother was also a pirate, so she’d never rat either of them out. She watched him, studying him as he studied her. He looked young, around Vasch’s age, she figured. Those blue eyes were unlike any shade she’d ever seen. But something was amiss. He looked tired. His expression stayed the same the whole time he looked at her. It was almost as if he was repressing any facial movement. It was quite odd.
She gave him a little smile as he seemed to realize that he hadn’t taken her outstretched hand. He slipped his hand into her grasp. It was smooth and soft. He shook it, but only a little. He was acting as if her hand was going to break. Lilith thought it was actually sort of cute.
“No worries, Miss Zwingli.” He gently let her hand go and stepped to the side so that Lili could enter. “Please, come in.”
She looked up at him and gave him a little nod before stepping inside the ship. She looked around the ship. She’d never been on one like this before. She stood back and gave him room to move past her once the door was shut. She watched him walk for a moment. She saw him adjust his hat a little and mumble “Faen.” She didn’t know what it meant, but she couldn’t help but giggle a little. He almost seemed a little flustered. Lili smiled to herself and followed him into a little room around the corner.
Upon entering the room, she was a little surprised to find that it was a kitchen. The kitchen was very, very clean. But, it was cozy. It reminded her of home. Home, being Papa Marcel’s and Papa Julien’s cozy little house behind the winery. She smiled a little at the thought of home. She and Francis should go visit soon. She blinked when Thorvald pulled a chair out for her. He was just so polite. It was actually very, very sweet, not to mention cute. “Please, sit down.” He paused. “Would you like something to drink?”
Lili smiled and sat down. She looked up at him and then shook her head. “No thank you, but it was nice of you to ask.” She sat her bag down in her lap and waited for him to sit down before speaking again. “My brother sent me here. He met you a couple of weeks ago with his captain and…” She trailed off. What exactly was Gilbert to Vasch? From what she gathered all they did was fight. “his close friend. My brother’s name is Vasch Zwingli. He looks just like me only… older.” Her chest was about as flat as a boy’s so adding ‘and without boobs’ wouldn’t have made any sense.
Lili rummaged around in her bag, continuing to speak. “I came to get a fake ID. My AFN ID says I’m 18, but I’d like one to say that I’m 21.” She frowned a little. Now where had she put that sheet? She knew that it was in here somewhere. She looked up at Thorvald and gave him a sheepish smile. “I have a sheet with my information on it. I just… have to find it.”
She began to pull things out of her bag, looking for the sheet. The first things she pulled out where three letters from her brother. She liked keeping his letters near. It felt like he was close to her when she carried them with her. She pulled out a few pens, then a few more and soon there were 10 pens on the table. She pulled out an umbrella and sat it on the floor next to the table.
She gave Thorvald a nervous little giggle. “I’m sorry. I know it’s in here.” She dug around, pulling out a handful of plastic forks and spoons and dumping on the pile of stuff that was rapidly growing on the table. Lili reached in and pulled out a box of bullets, putting it on the table as if it was just another plastic fork or pen. Her eyes lit up when she saw the paper at the very bottom of her bag. It was a little crumpled, but it was it was fine.
She took the paper out of the bag and placed it in front of Thorvald. “There it is. I knew it was in there somewhere.” Lili gave him a bright smile before she busied herself with putting everything back in her purse, the box of bullets and Vasch’s letters being the last items to go back into her bag.
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Post by Thorvald on Jul 28, 2010 0:58:25 GMT -5
(Fail post = fail... sorry... ~.~;; I'll do better next time.)
“No thank you, but it was nice of you to ask.”
Thorvald gave a simple nod, formed by him merely canting his head down slightly, before releasing his grip on the nurse’s chair and moving to his own. Once he was seated, one leg was crossed over the other and both hands were placed together in his lap. Not a moment after he had made himself comfortable in his seat had Lili continued speaking.
“My brother sent me here. He met you a couple of weeks ago with his captain and…”
The girl had seemed to trail off, but this was all the Norwegian needed to hear to finally place that small sense of familiarity. He remembered that meeting. It was one of the last ones right before his hallucinations had started acting up again. That meant her brother was the Swiss. He made that assumption rather quickly, as she resembled Vasch quite well, in appearance. Besides, Ludwig was obviously the captain she had just mentioned, and the... other... looked nothing like her.
“his close friend. My brother’s name is Vasch Zwingli. He looks just like me only… older.”
There it was: The definitive proof that his automatic assumption had been correct. So he had never actually met her in person. The satisfaction of knowing he hadn’t recognized her because he had met her before and forgotten soothed him.
Then the job request was given. This seemed to be a simple enough request, but of course, he would need the necessary information required. It was almost as if the young woman had been reading his mind, as she then proceeded to find an information sheet for him in her purse. She was prepared, even if a little unorganized. He liked that. It meant no pointless, time wasting questions.
Blue orbs glanced at the items being displayed before him. Letters were first. Considering her brother was a pirate while she seemed to be from the AFN, it could be assumed that at least one of those letters were from him. The ex-pirate could not help but wonder if the two of them were close. He actually hoped they were. It was better than being separated from him and not even knowing if he were still alive. A twinge of jealousy was felt, but he was thankful to have the emotion cut off by a voice speaking to him, bringing him back to the business at hand.
“I’m sorry. I know it’s in here.”
Blue hues now gazed down at the table to see letters, a large sum of pens, and an umbrella beside said table. Had he not been paying attention for so long? At least he had seemed to clue back in without missing anything important. A simple shrug and an, “It is fine,” was offered before he continued to watch a seemingly endless amount of contents escape from the insides of the nurse’s purse. Why a nurse would need so many eating utensils in a single purse quite honestly baffled him.
However, what would baffle him more was not only a box of bullets, but the fact that the girl acted so calm about showing them. For a moment, he had to wonder if she really was just a nurse. He knew he was being ridiculous. Of course she was a nurse. He had already determined this by studying her person. Maybe all AFN members, including nurses, were given weapons upon entering. Oh, how Thorvald knew how much they loved their weapons, those AFN officials. This seemed like a more logical explanation. However, if she had bullets, then where was the gun? He had not seen it on her at all, before.
Before he could contemplate asking about the bullets, however, the page Lili had been looking for had been found and placed before him on the table. While occasionally glancing at the box still on the table, blue hues read the document. This job appeared to be simple, but there was something that he had to ask before going ahead with the job.
“Am I to assume that since you only need this to get into bars, you only want a new Identification Card? No birth certificates or anything like that are necessary?”
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Post by lilith on Jul 28, 2010 2:15:44 GMT -5
Lili hummed softly as she packed everything back into her bag. It was easy, since nothing really actually had a place. She just simply dumped most of it back in her bag and shook it a little. She didn’t know why she carried around so much stuff. She probably didn’t really need 10 pens or tons of plastic forks, but Lili just wanted to be prepared. Pens were easily lost and those forks could come in handy some day.
She didn’t really know why she carried around the umbrella. It didn’t rain a lot, but Francis had always said that it was better to be prepared than to get soaked. Lili didn’t understand why that would matter. Sure, she wore white, but it wasn’t as if anyone could see anything. She was as flat chested as a 12 year old boy.
The letters, however, she folded and placed into special pockets. Lili figured she probably should have done that from the start. They were special and she didn’t want them to end up crumpled in the bottom of her bag like the information sheet was. They were much to special to get ruined by pens, bullets and plastic forks. The box of bullets was the last thing to so inside. It didn’t have a special place, but she made sure it was accessible.
Vasch had taught her how to shoot when she was 8. Probably too young to be handling a gun, but Lili knew her brother just wanted her to know how to defend herself. She was a natural at it, and so was Vasch. Lili figured that if he would have stuck with the Armed Division, he would have probably soared up the ranks with his skills. However, she was glad that he didn’t. Sure, he was a pirate now, but things had been amazing for awhile.
“Am I to assume that since you only need this to get into bars, you only want a new Identification Card? No birth certificates or anything like that are necessary?”
Lili blinked and looked over at Thorvald. She shook her head. “No, nothing like that will be necessary. Just the new ID.”
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Post by Thorvald on Jul 30, 2010 0:45:54 GMT -5
(Yay! Short post, for once! XD *is whacked*)
The paper was looked over briefly once more after Thorvald’s question was answered. Now that his mind was more focused on the business at hand, the box of bullets and possible gun on the woman’s person was, for the moment, forgotten. The page was taken and carefully folded three times, allowing the piece of paper to be small enough to fit in one of the Norwegian’s pockets. Once tucked safely away, he uncrossed his legs and stood from his seat, heading right back towards the hall.
“Follow me.”
Thorvald proceeded through the kitchen exit and moved through the hall, eventually finding himself in his work room. It was a rather spacious area, although it was not very decorated. Walls, floor, and ceiling were covered in metal paneling. This has been done to reduce the chances of fire if one of his many instruments happened to short circuit.
Speaking of instruments, numerous metal contraptions on tables lined the walls of the room, leaving a rather large, empty space in the middle of the medium-sized room. The only other piece of furniture was a typical, gray, rolling chair that was currently stationed at the contraption that still contained a small amount of melted plastic.
A hand gripped the back of the chair and pulled it out enough for him to take a seat. Feet pushed against the ground to move himself and the chair over to the only piece of equipment in the room that could be recognized by almost anyone: A computer. The ex-pirate leaned to the side slightly to reach the on switch, making the monitor boot up. While he waited for the machine to start up, he turned in his chair to face where the young nurse stood, looking up at her.
“I will need the card you currently use, for comparison. This particular job will take no more than two hours. You may leave the ship and return later,” an evident pause was then given by the male, “If... you would rather stay, I suggest continuing up the hall to the last door on the right. That is my reading room. There are enough books to keep you occupied for some time.” If she decided to stay and check that room, she would find him to be most certainly correct. Thorvald had grown rather fond of reading at a young age. After all, what else was there really to do in a minimum of five years of solitude as a child?
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Post by lilith on Jul 30, 2010 19:00:48 GMT -5
Lili watched Thorvald while he looked over the paper once more. He was so… strange. Not that that was a bad thing. She rather liked it, actually. But there was something just not quite right about him. She just couldn’t put her finger on it. She watched him as he folded the paper and slipped it into his pocket.
“Follow me.”
Lili nodded and stood up. She followed him through the exit of the kitchen and down the hall to a large, spacious area. Lili figured that this was his work room. The whole room was covered in metal paneling, unlike the charming décor of the kitchen they had previously been in. She looked around, noting the many instruments that lined the walls. Lili had never seen such strange looking tools in all of her life. She wondered about what purpose each one had. Being a curious person, it took all of her will power not to go over and touch and fiddle with the machines. She doubted that Thorvald would appreciate that.
“I will need the card you currently use, for comparison. This particular job will take no more than two hours. You may leave the ship and return later,” Thorvald’s voice pulled her from staring at the machines and she turned to look at him. He paused, before speaking again. “If... you would rather stay, I suggest continuing up the hall to the last door on the right. That is my reading room. There are enough books to keep you occupied for some time.”
She handed him her AFN ID, giving him a smile. “I’d rather stay here and wait, since you don’t mind.” Giving him one last smile, she turned and left the room. Before checking out the reading room, she went back to the door of the ship and dropped her purse there, it landing on the floor with a loud ‘thump’. She didn’t really feel like carrying it throughout the entire ship. Yes, she was definitely going to check out the reading room, but she was more than a little curious about Thorvald, so there was going to be some snooping.
Lili went back down the hall and into the reading room. The shelves were lined with book upon book. There must have been hundreds of them. Vasch would love this place, she was sure of it. Lili was an avid reader, but Vasch loved it even more than she did. She moved around the room, simply looking at all of them. She sighed softly. She’d always loved the smell of old books.
This reading room brought back memories for Lili. She remembered back when Vasch was 14 and she had just turned 8. Vasch had found himself a rich friend; Frederick, though to this day she didn’t know how’d they met. It seemed as though she and Vasch were always going over to his house, though sometimes she was left with Sophie and Katya. On rainy afternoons while Frederick was at work, she and Vasch would curl up on a sofa in the library and Vasch would read to her for hours on end. She missed those times. Vasch had been so happy back then. They both had been so happy back then. Then Frederick died and Vasch’s moods got worse, as did his temper. He became cold to people he didn’t know. Lili remembered that it had taken Vasch months to warm up to Francis.
Lili sighed a little and picked a book off a nearby shelf, flipping through it. As much as she wanted to stay in this room and curl up with one of the many books, she also wanted to learn more about Thorvald. She had a feeling that there would be time for reading at a later date. Smiling to herself, Lili closed the book and put it back onto the shelf. She exited the reading room and looked around. Now, where to next?
Lili was a master at sneaking around. She’d done it often to try and follow Frederick and her brother, but Vasch always knew what she was doing. He had been the only person to ever foil her sneaking attempts. She crept down the hall and went over to the door, quietly opening it and slipping inside. It was a bedroom. Like the kitchen, it was cozy and charmingly decorated. Lili looked around and spotted a closet. She went over to it and quietly opened the door, peering into it. There was… a lot of clothes in it. Lili figured that it must be Thorvald’s room. She looked through them, noticing a few had buttons missing or had holes. She made note of the colors. Lili decided she’d bring a needle and some thread the next time she came. She closed the closet door gently and then left the room completely.
She crept down a little further and noticed there was a door cracked open. She stuck her head inside and looked around. It was a small bathroom. It didn’t look like there was much in there, but it wouldn’t hurt to look around. She opened the door and slipped inside, moving over to the mirror. She frowned a little. Her hair was an absolute mess. Oh well. There was no use fixing it now. She studied the mirror a little harder, and was thrilled to find that not only was it a mirror, but it looked like a medicine cabinet. Lili smiled a devious little smile and opened the medicine cabinet.
She frowned a little. There wasn’t anything of any interest in there, just regular pain killers, some toothpaste, just normal things. She was about to close the cabinet door when a white bottle on the top shelf caught her eye. She stood up onto her tip toes and got the bottle. It had no label. Curious, she opened it and poured some of the pills out into her hand. She’d seen these before, in one of her medical books. They also had a couple hundred bottles in the pharmacy. These pills were used to treat those with narcolepsy. She poured the pills back into the bottle, but not before noticing that he was running out.
Lili closed the medicine cabinet and slipped the pill bottle into her pocket. She left the bathroom and headed straight back to Thorvald’s work room to confront him about the pills. He’d probably be angry that she was snooping, but he’d thank her for it later.
She walked into the room and over to where Thorvald was sitting. Lili reached into her pocket and pulled out the bottle of pills, sitting it on the table. “You’re running out of pills. I can get you more easily.” She wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer, and that was clear by her tone.
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Post by Thorvald on Oct 4, 2010 16:56:31 GMT -5
(HEY! I'M BACK! *is shot* Sorry for my unofficial hiatus. I'm trying to get back into the writing mood again..... I think my writing style changed slightly. *is whacked* Anywho, on with the posting!)
The fake identification card was a success.
Not that Thorvald had expected it to turn out any different. A good chunk of time had passed since he had ushered Lilith out of the room. Now, the ‘document producer’ (still sitting in his chair) held what he considered to be a masterpiece under a powerful desk light. He was quite pleased with his work, his thumbs fondly grazing over the plastic as crystal blue eyes studied it for any imperfections.
The edges of the card and plastic were smooth; clean cut with not a jagged corner to be seen. It was sturdy, the material, and would not bend easily like most poorly made fake identification cards. The image of the young nurse’s visage was touched up to hide the fact that he had had to copy it from the original, and it was hidden well. The information, printed in the most perfect shade of black ink, was neither smudged or faded; nor was the font one that differed from the official machines themselves. There were no dents, no rips, and no bubbles in between the sheets of heated plastic. He daresay that this card was the best look alike one could ever find.
Footsteps redirected his attention towards the entrance to his work room. The timing was peculiar, all though still quite fortunate. Had she wondered how far he was with the assignment she bestowed upon him? It was possible, as he had already identified her as the one of the curious type. As expected, the young nurse entered the room a few moments later.
The Norwegian quickly noted her expression. It wasn’t solemn, nor was it pleasant. It was somewhere in between, and so subtle that anyone else would never have even registered the slight alteration in the first place. It was an expression that was serious and more ‘matter-of-fact’ than anything else. This disturbed him ever so slightly, and made him a bit nervous, despite the woman otherwise looking completely as she had the last time he had seen her.
Blue orbs darted to the side to watch her hand as it slid into her pocket. When he saw what the girl had pulled out, his face paled considerably. He knew exactly what she had found, and knew that she was aware of what the contents were for. He did not doubt her knowledge of medicine, considering the AFN had let her into their ranks. Sure, saying he wanted the AFN to crumble and burn to the ground was an understatement, but he knew that when they chose their employees, they chose the best (hence why all of the soldiers were rowdy imbeciles who shot blindly and could not think for themselves). He watched, body completely frozen and unmoving and the hair on the nape of his neck standing on end as she set the bottle beside him on the desk before speaking.
“You’re running out of pills. I can get you more easily.”
Thorvald knew this tone. Lilith was not so much offering him as she was ordering him. This raised the question of why. Why did she want to help him? It could not have been out of sympathy or any type of charity. She must have wanted something. Perhaps she was going to use this as a way to pay for this ID of hers that he had just completed. He dared not think of any more… serious reasons for her to do this in full detail, but still kept them in the back of his mind as a warning.
Perhaps he could use this to his own advantage, turning the tables around. If she was a nurse, and a part of the AFN, she could indeed supply him with his medication with ease. The Norwegian knew well how much he probably needed an actual doctor to check up on him occasionally. He hated those visions of his, when they got bad. He could certainly use her, even if she was just a nurse. She would know enough. Again, he did not doubt her knowledge, especially if she already knew what the bottle was for. However, first thing was first. He needed to know what exactly she was imagining in her little world.
Carefully, so slow that it almost seemed robotic, Thorvald placed the fake identification card on the table. His right hand lowered into his lap, while his left went to pick up the bottle of pills. His eyes never let Lili out of their sight until his hand was grasping the bottle, making the male look down at it for just a moment before looking back up at the girl. Otherwise, he was still completely still. Otherwise, he was still completely expressionless. He would not show that he was at all bothered. He would not show the slight tremor running through his body. He did not like this situation. Not one bit. His voice was like ice: sharp and cold. However, he was sure to sound out each syllable carefully, making his words slow.
“What is it that you want out of this?”
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Post by lilith on Jan 10, 2011 4:44:57 GMT -5
Frowning at the icy tone, Lili blinked and tilted her head to the side. The question posed to her was cold and suspicious. She bit her lip a little and looked off to the side. What did she want out of this? Thorvald was… different, to put it lightly. She’d never met anyone like him before. He seemed like a good person, even though he was cold and stand offish. She just wanted to help him. That’s why she’d gotten into the nursing profession. She just simply wanted to help people, to take care of them. Thorvald lived alone. He didn’t seem to have any friends either. And since he was a wanted man, he probably never went to a doctor. Which meant it was hard for him to get more pills or change his dosage.
Green eyes looked back over to Thorvald. “Nothing. I’m a nurse, Mr. Nesheim. I help people. That’s my job. And you are almost out of pills sir.” She moved closer to him and took a seat on the edge of his desk. She looked him over briefly and pulled a pen from her pocket, fully intent on writing on her arm. She was in nurse mode now, and determined to help the other whether he liked it or not.
“Now, how are you fairing on your current dosage?”
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Thorvald
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Post by Thorvald on Jan 11, 2011 18:56:23 GMT -5
(I was really proud of this one when I first started it.... I hate how it turned out. ~.~ Think my Norge-muse is slipping again... He's tempermental. XD;; Sorry! *hides*)
Thorvald continued to watch the other as she thought of an answer to his question, blue orbs taking in every detail. He saw her bite her lip. He saw those subtle expressions. Had she actually not meant to get something in return? How odd. Every action was done for one’s personal gain, even if disguised as an act of kindness (the personal gain there being a mild ego boost). There had to be something.
“Nothing. I’m a nurse, Mr. Nesheim. I help people. That’s my job. And you are almost out of pills sir.”
Ah. So it was supposed to be an act of kindness, was it? Was she a bit of the self-conscious type? Maybe… Maybe she needed to feel… well… needed by someone? Or perhaps she just needed to feel like she had done a bit of ‘good’ in the universe? Maybe she needed to feel like the ‘saviour’! That last one made him want to laugh. Could she possibly be that naïve?
Before he could fully analyze her answer, however, the little Swiss moved closer to him (resulting in him rolling back in his chair, away from her a little more), making herself comfortable on his work station. This annoyed him ever so slightly, as made evident by his arms crossing in front of him. He would have to wipe down the station now. Safety precautions with germs and any loose fabric fibres and hairs had to always be taken. He would have to—was she pulling out a pen? The Norwegian blinked. She was actually intent on helping him, wasn’t she? Perhaps… she did just want to help him for some petty little reason of her own. Well, he would have no problems in obliging. He needed those damn pills.
After listening to her question, he thought for a moment about his answer. Of course, he did not move from his spot or look away from the floor (once he tilted his gaze to there) while thinking. The only evidence of movement was his rather shallow breathing. He had had practice in hiding any readable feature on his being years ago. He could do it well. Should he tell her? He had already pretty much made up his mind that she was mostly harmless. That was not the issue. Telling her required opening up to her. A complete stranger... but he needed medication. After a few moments, blue hues gazed back up at the nurse.
“I am not. My last hallucination was just this morning. I believed it was real, at the time.”
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Post by lilith on Jan 12, 2011 18:57:25 GMT -5
(Shitty post is shitty. Sorry.)
Lili nodded a little and began writing on her right arm. She was predominately left handed, but could also write fairly well with her right hand. She wrote in German, since none of the other nurses she usually worked could read German. This was to be her and Thorvald’s little secret. And she didn’t need any of the other nurses poking around in her business. It would only spell disaster for them both. Probably her brother and the other members of the Axis as well. She had to keep this as tightly under-wraps as she could.
Of course, she would still bring Thor business, as well as his pills. She’d glanced at the card on the work station when she sat down on the edge of it. It was practically identical to her regular ID card. The craftsmanship was superb. It didn’t look like any of the other fake IDs she’d seen her friends use in the past. Hers was of the best quality. She was sure that when she showed the other girls her card, they’d all want one too.
Lili turned to Thorvald and plucked the pill bottle from his hand without hesitation. She studied it for a few moments, carefully writing down the dosage. “Your dosage clearly needs to be upped if you’re having hallucinations like that. I’ll be back tomorrow evening with your pills.” Lili paused, putting the pill bottle on the table and looked over to Thorvald. “Now, how much do I owe you for the card?”
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