cia_nell_green (cia_nell_green) wrote in firstclassrpg, @ 2011-07-29 12:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | # day 1, charles xavier, nell greene |
Who: Dr. Nell Green, Charles Xavier, and Kent Leigh (NPC)
Where: The St. Regis Hotel, Washington DC, United States
When: January 15th, 1963. Late evening into full night - (Day 001, Plot 3, Backdated).
What: Nell has finished giving her Keynote Address and considered it a rousing success for her ego and her career. However, she is thoroughly chastised by her superiors for failing to follow her script to the letter, and is not happy about it at all! Her research assistant, Kent, is trying in vain to help. Charles sees an opportunity.
They’d descended like a pack of very unhappy wolves that had been forced to stomach eating rancid flesh instead of a fresh kill. Their faces glowered, their eyes judged, and Nell had been told in clipped and certain tones that her deviation from the prescribed route was both noted and disapproved of. While she had given a generally exemplary talk, her personal riffing was highly inappropriate given that she was standing as an agent of the CIA... and other such nonsense.
It was her name on the talk. It hadn’t listed half of the members of the Directorate; it had said Dr. Penelope Green. And she’d taken a moment, just one moment to be herself only to have a wall thrown up into her face. Again.
Nevermind the precision of the data or the enthusiasm of the crowd. Nevermind that she’d bitten her tongue a dozen times in the course of the question and answer session.
No.
They picked one damned thing and ran with it.
“Dr....Gr-...Nell!”
Kentley was somewhere behind her, blubbering about the equipment. He had taken it down; he could most certainly take it up. If he thought she was going to try and wrestle with a thirty-pound contraption meant for the menial job of turning slides in a carousel, he had another thing coming. Not in this dress. Certainly not in these heels.
“Hurry up, Kentley.”
Nell threw an icy glance over her shoulder and turned down the corridor to her left with practiced ease. She knew this hotel, and she knew where the elevators were with barely a glance spared towards the directions on the wall. Kent was far less used to these surrounds, but he would just have to keep up then, wouldn’t he? The only outlet for her building frustration was the pointed clack-clack-clack sound of her heels on the tiled floor, and it was highly unsatisfying.
~*~
She turned. Again. Kent could no longer see Dr. Green, he could only hear her fast-paced steps retreat very quickly towards the lobby, where the elevators were. At this point, he could only hope to stand and watch the lighted numbers above the grate and figure out what floor her room was on - and then go from there. It was too late to return the slide carousel to the gentlemen of the hotel, so it was to be stored in her room.
The details of the destination, however, had not been provided by his boss. And now she was far too upset to rationally answer the question.
He juggled the carousel under one arm and pushed up his glasses, frowning in passing over just how agitated she was. Nell was usually direct but also circumspect with her emotions - frustration came off as biting remarks, not a stilted manner of walking. Kent couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her so upset. She was rightly so, of course - he was in her corner, but there was precious little he could do to assuage her, and the thought niggled.
Her footsteps were growing quieter by the second. He was going to lose her. If he wasn’t dragging the carousel and her notes and her briefcase, it might have been a different story. But she’d forgotten them.