The girl your Momma warned you about, Lourdes (notsoshy) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-05-12 12:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | mastermind, violet |
All systems of control have flaws.
Who: Dr. Evelyn Larson OT Jason Wyngarde [Mastermind], Violet [Cameo]
When: Evening Tuesday
Where: Beginning in Medical, moving to the Hotel dining room
What: Dr. Larson is charged with seeing if Violet can be rehabilitated and reaches out to an outsider for assistance.
"That bitch creeps me out," the technician in charge of keeping an eye on Violet shivered as he spoke to his superior, Dr. Evelyn Larson. Dr. Larson was looking at the chart left behind by her former colleague Ethan Wayne. She looked up at his exclamation. Their subject, a female by the moniker of Violet which seemed more like a nickname than a true one, was standing at the glass again tapping on it with her bandaged fingertips. It wouldn't have been so bad but it was one way glass, she couldn't have known there were people behind it, but she was looking directly at them as if she could actually see them. Dr. Larson looked up and the subject's eyes moved to her before wiggling her fingers in a parody of hello.
"Has she been doing that much?" Dr. Larson pulled a pen out of her pocket to make a note on the chart of this behavior.
"You missed yesterday when she stared at me for sixty minutes straight. She didn't move a muscle except to fucking blink," he turned a dial and the glass went dark closing off their view of the subject. So of course he didn't see when she moved back to her cot, pulled her knees up to her chest, and put her head down. "I really think we need to just put a bullet in her head."
"Fischer says we're not to put her down unless there is no other alternative," it was obvious that she had already had this conversation with her employer. Whether or not he was going soft was a question, but for the moment so long as he continued to lead the enterprise and sign her paycheck, Evelyn wasn't going to argue with him. "So we have to find out if we can rehabilitate her. How much of Wayne's notes have you managed to translate out of his shorthand?"
"Not a lot. He liked his cryptic shit, you know that. Kept records of everything in that little damn scribble of his."
"So nothing of note?"
"No," he crossed his arms over his chest looking at the darkened glass. "She fails every single protocol we have for test subjects though. It was like he was setting himself up to fail. She's too old, too aggressive, her powers are active not passive, she's not island bred. It was all wrong."
"Wayne didn't want anyone poking their nose into his research. What better cover was there than for him to own a creature who wouldn't have passed the basic exam for a subject?" It made perfect sense. If anyone asked, he wasn't doing any experiments. From what she'd gotten out of the lab log book he'd never actually logged his in and out times with her, so there was no way he was following the procedural rule of not keeping a subject out of circulation for more than twenty four hours. It had been proven very early on that prolonged periods of isolation put unnecessary stress on the minds of the subject. "Besides, his work was in the creation of controls for the aggressives."
"Last established project an extended control device subject Ribbon can't dismantle, yeah, I know," he made a face. "I'm guessing it didn't work because you know, he's dead, she's not. Evelyn, let's just call it, he fucked this one up and she's liable to go postal on the next person who goes into that room. Let's flood the room with gas and tell Fischer she went apeshit. He doesn't care enough to look into it."
"No," she replied. "Besides, this gives us a chance to see something interesting."
"What?"
"Wyngarde's training methods."
"Are you serious?" He didn't sound as if he believed her. "You want to invite him in here to work with her? She'll eat him alive, having him choking the life out of himself inside of twenty minutes."
"They said the same thing about his acquisition of Wild Child," this was the same argument she'd had with Fischer the night before. The man didn't trust the idea of Wyngarde and his methods were shrouded in secrecy. All his training was done off island, but if Evelyn could convince him to try it again here...maybe there was something to be learned. "And now he's practically perfect. Behaves in and out of the arena for the most part, no longer even needs a control. I want to see his method up close."
"You're letting personal wants get in the way of professional responsibility."
"No, I'm trying to find the best way to keep control of this island, which is my professional responsibility." Evelyn refused to think that there was no way they could control these creatures without force. There had to be something in there that allowed them to get along. Granted, even those who lived out in the real world eventually devolved to violence, so perhaps her hope was misplaced. "Besides, I've already extended to him the invitation. I'm meeting him at the hotel in a half hour to discuss the possibility."
A half hour later...
"Mr. Wyngarde, it's a pleasure to finally get a chance to meet you. I'm Dr. Evelyn Larson, a researcher here on the island." She was still dressed in what could be considered business casual, slacks and a decent top. Evelyn was not known for her wardrobe, but rather the mind in her skull.
The dining room of the hotel was nearly empty, it was a Tuesday, less business than on a Friday or Saturday, but just as well really. This was not something that needed to be generally bandied about.