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II. White Robe; Open doors for dead woman walking
Topic Started: Oct 16 2009, 02:57 PM (1,885 Views)
Kayla

"We didn't intend you to hear it, anyway," Lauren said.
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lost_dark_soul

"Thanks for at least trying but for future reference. Please don't. I need to know whatever happens." Fiona said.
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Kayla

The others glanced at one another and nodded. "Okay, we won't," Sam said.
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lost_dark_soul

Fiona nodded.
"I appreciate that." Fiona said.
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Kayla

Angelica was getting so sick of her hair that she considered chopping it all off in her bathroom. Then she came to her senses and refused to go around looking like someone who didn't know how to dress or look.

So she hired a hairdresser. She didn't trust anyone other than the one who used to do her hair when she was with the V-Squad, but desperate times called for desperate measures. She hired the one with the best reputation, and who also happened to be the most expensive. Thankfully, Luthor was paying for everything lately. She didn't have access to her money at the moment.

The man arrived. He was the better-than-you type, and everyone worked on his watch. He wore a silk shirt and dress-pants. The typical hairdresser you might see in a movie.

"Come on, come on, I don't have all day!" he said in what sounded like an English accent, which gave Angelica a pang of homesickness. "It's terrible enough that I must come HERE, let alone I don't have the proper tools for my art!"

This guy was a jerk and a nut.

Then he entered the foyer and spotted Angelica. He cringed. "What have you done to your hair?! Oh, this will take ages to repair," he groaned.

She stood, giving him a death glare. "Excuse me? There is nothing wrong with my hair."

He scoffed. "I beg to differ."

She walked closer, slowly. "All I need is a haircut. I'm not paying you to complain, I'm paying you to do your job. My best advise is that you shut your mouth and get started."

She turned on her heel and headed for the stairs. When she didn't hear footsteps behind her, she glanced over her shoulder without stopping. "Are you coming or not?"

He quickly hurried and caught up to her.

As they went upstairs to her bathroom, Angelica thought, startled, at how much she had just reminded herself of Fiona. She could see Fiona handling the situation exactly that way. This scared Angelica.

They went to her bathroom where there was a sink and a vanity table for him to work at. She sat.

He didn't speak for the rest of the hour he was there, only sighing at some points.

Angelica kept an eye on his every move in case the baffoon made a mistake. Finally, it was done. He stepped away and admired his work.

Her hair was now a shorter length than when she met Fiona.
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lost_dark_soul

Fiona had just stepped out of the bath. It had been days since she last pampered herself and Sam's comment about her upon his return had quite frankly struck a raw nerve and she was going to show him she wasn't losing control and she was just the same as always. Having a over health obsession for the way she looked.

She dried her hair with the towel and brushed it through. It was waist length, it had always been waist length ever since she could remember t had always been the same length. Growing longer has she grew. She never even dreamed off cutting it. She couldn't do anything with it short, which didn't help if you were pretending to be someone you wasn't.
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Kayla

A day passed. Angelica was still terribly lonely. She did not let her misery show, however. She could not be weak. She would not.

That night, she was summoned to Luthor's office. She considered ignoring this, refusing to take orders, but she was too curious about what he would say.

She went to his office where the doors were already ajar. Luthor, sitting at his desk, beckoned her inside. She walked in and was startled at the noise behind her--the closing of the doors by Mercer, who she now noticed was also in the room.

Mercer nodded a greeting and Angelica turned back to Luthor.

"Do you have something to say?" she asked, wanting to get this over.

"Volkova, I have no doubt you will succeed in persuading our enemies to quiet down," he said, getting straight to the point. "However, I'm afraid we can't wait two more months."

She wasn't sure she understood. "So, you're going to have me go in and speak to them looking like this? I will not endanger my child."

"You misunderstand me. You can speak to them early by camera. If they aren't swayed to back down, you can always give them a visit in just a few months."

"You say our enemies as if they're mine too."

"Well, now that you're on our side, they are your enemies," he said, shrugging.

"And what about the V-Squad? You said you would help me, but I can walk back in there myself. It's still my Squad--"

"That's not what my sources say. In fact, that's the what the papers say either." He stood and took something off his desk, a yellow file.

"What are you talking about?" she snapped, getting irritated. He handed her the file and she opened it.

Inside were laser-printed papers, newspaper cutouts, even an unlabeled CD. Each of the articles were about the New V-Squad, now headed by Fiona, the mass-murdering weather witch.

"As you can see, they have already forgotten you," Luthor said, watching her expression as she skimmed through. "With all these recourses you boast of, one might think they would come looking for you. Or perhaps they simply don't miss you."

Angelica was shaking now, but not because of what the articles said.

"You have lost the V-Squad, Volkova, I can help you get it back," he continued. "You have to trust me. You only have to do what you spend every day doing--intimidating the enemy. It's that simple."

She looked at him, shoving the file back at him. "I'm not doing it."

She turned around and out. As she passed Mercer on the way to the door, she noticed the woman looked surprised.
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lost_dark_soul

Of course the articles were total rubbish. It was all the media putting in what the public wanted to hear. Assuming the public wanted to hear the most notorious villain squad in the city possible the country was being lead by a 17 year old. Perhaps they thought with such a young 'leader' they would be easier to eliminate, which too was also utter rubbish. Fiona wasn't has defenceless has she seemed. She had the whole team home and on her side has well as the power to kill by merely glancing at her target.

Today she sat on the roof reading the newspaper articles resisting the urge to tear it up and throw it away has rubbish. She sat on a lawn chair enjoying the fresh air. She sat with hugging one leg and the other tucked under her raised leg. The newspaper sat resting on the remaining bit of chair. She'd be reading them every day, looking for anything new of Angelica. here was never anything new, just more rumours she wasn't coming back. Which wasn't a possibility Fiona allowed herself to think about. Angelica would be coming back, eventually, she had to. Fiona couldn't live without her.
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Kayla

Sam went looking for Fiona that day, still worried about her.
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lost_dark_soul

Fiona was now alone in the conference room. She was writing up a reply to a request she'd been given. She wasn't even concentrating on it so if anyone asked she had no idea the subject she was working on autopilot.
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Kayla

Sam spotted her in there, and stopped in the doorway.
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lost_dark_soul

Fiona sensed someone watching her and glanced up without pausing with her writing. She didn't say anything until she looked away again.
"What's up?" Was all she said.
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Kayla

He walked inside and stepped closer. "How are you dealing today?" he asked, quiet.
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lost_dark_soul

Fiona looked up at him with a small frown trying to interpret the meaning behind the question.
"I do believe I don't understand the question." Fiona said still puzzled has to what he meant.
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Kayla

"How are you?" he asked, rephrasing his words.
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lost_dark_soul

Fiona gave a small understanding nod and returned to writing.
"Fine, how are you?" Fiona asked back not quite seeing the reasoning behind it.
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Kayla

He nodded slowly. "But Fiona, I don't think you are." He sat down by her.
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lost_dark_soul

Fiona didn't quite know how to react. Whether to shrug it off, ignore it, or actually be truthful. She glanced towards him and clutched the pen tightly.
"Please don't worry about me." She said trying hard not to llet tears escape from her eyes.
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Kayla

He shook his head. "You're my friend," he said, "And you're lonely and upset."
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lost_dark_soul

Tears sparkled in her eyes.
"Is it really that obvious?" Fiona asked quietly.
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