Post by Patrick O'Connor on Jun 26, 2011 21:30:22 GMT -8
OOC: a few hours after The Job
Patrick walked into the halls of PHS 259 for the first time in a few months. He walked in once again as Daniel Heart, Having just recently died his hair black again to fit the disguise. In addition to the black hair he had put the blue contacts to cover his golden eyes. Eyes that didn't look and no longer were normal. Patrick, or more correctly now, Daniel, wore his black finger less gloves along with jeans and the whiskey militia grey t shirt. He walked in, wearing the mischievous grin that Daniel would wear.
Patrick walked in as Daniel because other then having a reputation as being slightly anarchistic Daniel was only known for the SLF riot that might as well been well forgotten by now, without the faces to place to them. Sure anyone who might remember would dislike him but if he walked in as Patrick, well trouble might be caused simple because Patrick O'Connor was a menace during his times in 259. Then again that was a very long time ago. Maybe people had forgot and the rumors drifted off into legend. It was a long time ago. Now that he thought about it he seemed stuck. Stuck in this high school thing. He was supposed to graduate what, three years ago now? And he was still a junior, the same grade as when he stopped attending regularly. Pathetic. He never seemed to be able to stay long enough to finish. His grin quickly became a frown.
He quickly shook that away though as he remembered his mission. More importantly though, he remembered the side mission he had made for himself after the primary objective. Taking out some of the stronger qi users. That would do good to blow off some of this steam. To forget by diving into battle. Living only in the moment. Not his demons, fears or past. Yeah, causing mayhem would be good for him. Just like the old days, though more covert then lighting some kids on fire and crucifying them, as funny as that might have been.
Daniel walked into the office, went right up to the secretary and said, "This is Daniel Heart, I need to see Mr. Asiv. I gotta sign up to do my senior year of high school, I should still be a student here. I just took a break."
Daniel grinned as the secretary rolled her eyes. As far as she knew Daniel Heart was a transfer student that had been given a last chance transfer from another school. He had been given a last chance that wasn't supposed to include a lengthy absence. Fortunately that played Right into Patrick's hand of getting into Asiv's office without making a big fuss. Even though Patrick was supposed to be on Asiv's side giving a message to your ally, even if you were supposed to be an enemy, was best done without shaking things up. The secretary sighed, "He'll be back in a few minutes, just wait in his office for him. And don't touch anything!"
Daniel nodded walking into Asiv's office. Daniel looked around the office, one he had never been in before. In fact Patrick had not met Asiv yet. He noticed that Asiv's chair was facing towards the window, even though no one was in it. Patrick gave the quick look around wondering if the place were bugged as he sat in a chair that was opposite of Asiv's desk. As he sat there and waited he began to day dream about fighting, and particularly beating some of the targets that he was going to find for Barker. He could hardly wait to start. It had been ages since he had actually fought anyone outside of a controlled environment.
As a dark grin grew across his face Asiv's chair turned around to face him, a body very much in it that had a voice that was all to familiar speak up, "Patrick do I even have to say anything?"
Patrick knew who it was instantly, it was Zea. He would normally have been happy to see her but things had been strained as of late. He had not been seeing her as often as he used to which might have been a good thing, with the exception that when he had been seeing her their conversations had been, more combatitive. Patrick replied to her question simply, picking up his irish accent, and still very much unable to look at her, "I'm just doin' my job."
"You know that this is more then that," Zea said sternly, "You are enjoying this."
"I have to do, what I have to do, I have to fake enjoying this," Patrick replied, a very slight air of annoyance in his voice.
"But you don't actually have to enjoy what you're doing to fake it!" Zea said banging her fist on Asiv's desk causing Patrick to jump with a start.
"Ye give little bits of yerself up undercover, it has to be done Zea," Patrick replied, very frustrated now.
"How much of yourself are you going to give Patrick? For how long? How much do you even have left to give?" Zea asked, getting admittedly louder.
"As much as I have to!," Patrick nearly yelled back, standing upt but head still facing the ground refusing to look at her, "Ye know as much as anyone why I have to do this!"
"You don't even know how long this will last! If it will ever end!"
"So be it! I have to see this through to the end!" Patrick now yelled back at her slamming his hand on the desk. Defending a cause that he had self admittedly claimed to think along the opposing lines, scars of the past forming that philosophy.
A slap that he didn't see turned his face to the right as Zea commanded, "Look at me!"
"I can't," Patrick replied in a voice that was barely audible, looking further down if that was possible. All fight having left his words and posture.
"I said look at me!," Zea growled, now grabbing Patrick's shirt and pulling him forward. Patrick refused to look until Zea's free hand slapped him, forcing him to turn the other way and grabbed his chin forcing to look at her for the first time in a long, long time.
She had her blue eyes, with her long read hair. Nothing was really different from her appearance then from the last time that Patrick had seen her, those years ago. The bullet hole still in her chest, leaving a blood stained shirt. Patrick started to tear up and was about to say something until Zea cut him off, "Uh! No! You listen to me! The last time that you listened to your logic you did this to me! You don't get to think for yourself anymore, for us seeing as I'm stuck here with you."
"You've gotten yourself into this mess, and rightly so," Zea continued, "But I'll be damned if you go back to the same soulless monster that you were. You deserve to be a soulless shell after what you did to me but you won't use that as an excuse to go back to being the bastard you are!"
After that she would push Patrick back into the chair that he had been sitting in, causing him to flip over the chair, knocking it over and a table with a vase.
When Patrick looked up Zea was gone and the chair was still facing away from the desk. The chair he had still knocked over and the vase was very much broken. In addition to all this fun apparently the owner of the office had returned during this fun to watch an undetermined amount of the charade.
Hooray for first impressions right?
Patrick walked into the halls of PHS 259 for the first time in a few months. He walked in once again as Daniel Heart, Having just recently died his hair black again to fit the disguise. In addition to the black hair he had put the blue contacts to cover his golden eyes. Eyes that didn't look and no longer were normal. Patrick, or more correctly now, Daniel, wore his black finger less gloves along with jeans and the whiskey militia grey t shirt. He walked in, wearing the mischievous grin that Daniel would wear.
Patrick walked in as Daniel because other then having a reputation as being slightly anarchistic Daniel was only known for the SLF riot that might as well been well forgotten by now, without the faces to place to them. Sure anyone who might remember would dislike him but if he walked in as Patrick, well trouble might be caused simple because Patrick O'Connor was a menace during his times in 259. Then again that was a very long time ago. Maybe people had forgot and the rumors drifted off into legend. It was a long time ago. Now that he thought about it he seemed stuck. Stuck in this high school thing. He was supposed to graduate what, three years ago now? And he was still a junior, the same grade as when he stopped attending regularly. Pathetic. He never seemed to be able to stay long enough to finish. His grin quickly became a frown.
He quickly shook that away though as he remembered his mission. More importantly though, he remembered the side mission he had made for himself after the primary objective. Taking out some of the stronger qi users. That would do good to blow off some of this steam. To forget by diving into battle. Living only in the moment. Not his demons, fears or past. Yeah, causing mayhem would be good for him. Just like the old days, though more covert then lighting some kids on fire and crucifying them, as funny as that might have been.
Daniel walked into the office, went right up to the secretary and said, "This is Daniel Heart, I need to see Mr. Asiv. I gotta sign up to do my senior year of high school, I should still be a student here. I just took a break."
Daniel grinned as the secretary rolled her eyes. As far as she knew Daniel Heart was a transfer student that had been given a last chance transfer from another school. He had been given a last chance that wasn't supposed to include a lengthy absence. Fortunately that played Right into Patrick's hand of getting into Asiv's office without making a big fuss. Even though Patrick was supposed to be on Asiv's side giving a message to your ally, even if you were supposed to be an enemy, was best done without shaking things up. The secretary sighed, "He'll be back in a few minutes, just wait in his office for him. And don't touch anything!"
Daniel nodded walking into Asiv's office. Daniel looked around the office, one he had never been in before. In fact Patrick had not met Asiv yet. He noticed that Asiv's chair was facing towards the window, even though no one was in it. Patrick gave the quick look around wondering if the place were bugged as he sat in a chair that was opposite of Asiv's desk. As he sat there and waited he began to day dream about fighting, and particularly beating some of the targets that he was going to find for Barker. He could hardly wait to start. It had been ages since he had actually fought anyone outside of a controlled environment.
As a dark grin grew across his face Asiv's chair turned around to face him, a body very much in it that had a voice that was all to familiar speak up, "Patrick do I even have to say anything?"
Patrick knew who it was instantly, it was Zea. He would normally have been happy to see her but things had been strained as of late. He had not been seeing her as often as he used to which might have been a good thing, with the exception that when he had been seeing her their conversations had been, more combatitive. Patrick replied to her question simply, picking up his irish accent, and still very much unable to look at her, "I'm just doin' my job."
"You know that this is more then that," Zea said sternly, "You are enjoying this."
"I have to do, what I have to do, I have to fake enjoying this," Patrick replied, a very slight air of annoyance in his voice.
"But you don't actually have to enjoy what you're doing to fake it!" Zea said banging her fist on Asiv's desk causing Patrick to jump with a start.
"Ye give little bits of yerself up undercover, it has to be done Zea," Patrick replied, very frustrated now.
"How much of yourself are you going to give Patrick? For how long? How much do you even have left to give?" Zea asked, getting admittedly louder.
"As much as I have to!," Patrick nearly yelled back, standing upt but head still facing the ground refusing to look at her, "Ye know as much as anyone why I have to do this!"
"You don't even know how long this will last! If it will ever end!"
"So be it! I have to see this through to the end!" Patrick now yelled back at her slamming his hand on the desk. Defending a cause that he had self admittedly claimed to think along the opposing lines, scars of the past forming that philosophy.
A slap that he didn't see turned his face to the right as Zea commanded, "Look at me!"
"I can't," Patrick replied in a voice that was barely audible, looking further down if that was possible. All fight having left his words and posture.
"I said look at me!," Zea growled, now grabbing Patrick's shirt and pulling him forward. Patrick refused to look until Zea's free hand slapped him, forcing him to turn the other way and grabbed his chin forcing to look at her for the first time in a long, long time.
She had her blue eyes, with her long read hair. Nothing was really different from her appearance then from the last time that Patrick had seen her, those years ago. The bullet hole still in her chest, leaving a blood stained shirt. Patrick started to tear up and was about to say something until Zea cut him off, "Uh! No! You listen to me! The last time that you listened to your logic you did this to me! You don't get to think for yourself anymore, for us seeing as I'm stuck here with you."
"You've gotten yourself into this mess, and rightly so," Zea continued, "But I'll be damned if you go back to the same soulless monster that you were. You deserve to be a soulless shell after what you did to me but you won't use that as an excuse to go back to being the bastard you are!"
After that she would push Patrick back into the chair that he had been sitting in, causing him to flip over the chair, knocking it over and a table with a vase.
When Patrick looked up Zea was gone and the chair was still facing away from the desk. The chair he had still knocked over and the vase was very much broken. In addition to all this fun apparently the owner of the office had returned during this fun to watch an undetermined amount of the charade.
Hooray for first impressions right?
