anika wants you down on your knees. (aknickers) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-09-12 01:58:00 |
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Daisy let her fingers brush over the laptop keyboard and the computer came to life. She wondered how much money was currently in her account. The number flashed in her head almost immediately, an update from the phone that rested in her pocket. It wasn't a lot, but maybe she could do some online shopping. She hadn't e-mailed her parents in a while; maybe she could guilt her mother into sending her some new clothes. Maybe. Daisy let out a breath and closed her eyes as the computer bypassed the password protection screen. It was become Anika’s personal M.O at this point -- find out someone useful, go their room and suggest they do as she needed. Today, it was the blonde cheerleader type. Daisy. Anika was not sure of what her power was, only that it involved reading filters. Something to do with computers. More important was how concerned she’d got over nothing. Said it was kind of important to her that Hunter remained unharmed. This, Anika could use. Over-protectiveness was easy to understand. Easy to manipulate. Without any kind of preamble, Anika stopped in front of 3a and rapped smartly on the door. It didn't take long for the door to crack open, Daisy hesitantly peering out from the other side. Her eyebrows furrowed together at the sight of Anika, recognition of the German girl taking only a moment for Daisy to process. Daisy had seen nothing from Anika thus far that indicated that she was someone Daisy could trust; on the contrary, Anika scared her a bit. More than a bit, really. Daisy opened the door fully, her left hand resting against the frame as she held the door with her right. "Hi," Daisy said politely, southern manners winning out above all else. But while her voice was pleasant, her face was filled with confusion, as easily read as a children's book. As the door began to open, Anika shook out of her hair and adopted a somewhat concerned expression. It was meant to look like that, at least, but the furrowed brows and sour turn of her mouth was similar to many of her expressions. But it would do. “Is the boy with the muscles. Your friend.” Anika said, with absolutely no attempt at politeness. Even now, that served no use. She shifted on her feet, plainly agitated. “Many people here are stupid. Idiots. But he is okay. Tough. Would not want him to go away again. And I heard two of the trainers talking--” She went quiet for a moment, and then shook her head, angry with herself for caring, “Probably they were not serious. Even if they are, he is tough, yes? Will be fine.” Daisy's confused expression deepened into a frown. She tried to follow what Anika was saying, and she felt a twist of nervousness in her gut; one that had been absent since Carter had gotten out of solitary. "Wait, are you talking about Hunter? I'm sorry, I'm confused." A small alarm in Daisy's head was going off, a part of her felt like she was being led into a trap. But if so, she couldn't walk away from the bait. "You heard something about Hunter?" Daisy finished, asking the question she somehow knew she was supposed to ask “Yes. Hunter.” That was his name. As these things went, Anika actually didn’t mind him. But that meant nothing. Still worth using. “Slate and...” Anika waved her hand in an impatient motion, the name slipping away from her, “Can not recall her name. Flamingo leader. Heard them talking about having to take--” She stepped back away from Daisy, glancing down the hall to see if anyone else could hear. When she looked back to the American girl, the frustration on Anika’s face wasn’t faked. Sometimes it was fun to mess people around, often it was simply necessary. Things that had to be done were often irritating. “Do we have to do this here? Do not want them hearing.” The disdain thick in her voice made it quite plain who they were. Daisy knew that something about this scenario was just not quite right, but she opened the door and allowed Anika into the room. Distrust was written across her face, but what could she do? Turning the girl away went against every ounce of Daisy's Texan politeness -- and on top of that, if there was any truth at all to what Anika was saying, Daisy had to hear her out. Hunter's safety wasn't something that she was was willing to gamble on. Daisy closed the door and turned back to Anika. "Okay, so you heard them talking about having to take him where?" She asked, crossing her arms nervously. It was helpful, that she did not even have to ask her to shut the door. That Anika appreciated. It was plain prove that women were the more evolved sex; boys were such animals, most of them left the door open when you were trying to talk privately. She stepped into the room, took a moment to appraise the room and then turned to Daisy. There was steel in her eyes now. Eyes that caught Daisy’s and refused to let go, as the power of suggestion wove its way through her stare and her words. “You are worried about Hunter. Worried about your other friends. You think that it is time to find a way to escape here, for your friends sake. Yes?” Daisy went still as Anika's powers took effect, a glazed look coming over her face. "Yes," she answered back simply, feeling as if there had never been anything more true in the world. The urgency of it could be felt throughout her entire body; Hunter was in danger and the only way to save him was to leave IVI -- by any means necessary. "Yes, we need to find a way to escape." Anika had forgotten had satisfying it was, to see her will being enforced as she wanted it. True, she practiced her powers during ‘training’. But it gave her little to no rush. It served no greater purpose. This was how her powers were meant to be used. This is what made her feel more in control, more like herself, not their trapped dog. “Yes.” Anika stated, keeping her eyes fierce on Daisy's own blank ones. “You will do this by...” Anika’s face made an odd sort of spasm, as she tried to think of how to put this. After a few moments silence, she decided to just be vague and trust in her power. “Finding the code to get the access gate unlocked. You will do this by any means necessary -- Break into staff emails, break into forcefield computers. However you think will work. You will treat it like your own idea. Is your own idea.” Daisy simply nodded again, listening to the idea, taking it in. It seemed so simple; why had she not thought of it before? The plan made perfect sense and the puzzle pieces seemed to click together in her brain. It was a good idea, and it would work. It would save Hunter, and that was the most important thing. "Yeah," Daisy agreed again. "I'm gonna find a way out. I need to get my friends outta here." Even after years of it, Anika marvelled at how easy it was to manipulate people who cared. It should have defied belief, but she saw it, over and over again. Still, was helpful. Made things easier for her. At Daisy’s reply, Anika’s mouth curved a little with pleasure. There was a particular sort of satisfaction in knowing that she did not need the smart language to get this done. Only her power. “Exactly. Has to be done as soon as possible, after what I have just told you. About people being taken away permanently. Maybe Hunter. Other friends.” Eyes sharp on Daisy’s, Anika went over if there was anything else she needed to tell her. She had plans for Wynters -- but did it make more or less sense to keep them separate? A moment’s decision, and she decided seperate was best. If one failed, other could succeed. “I told you about my--” Concerns? Fears? Both words made a distaste sweep over Anika’s face, “information about Hunter. Was distressed, and frustrated. Did not stay long. You will not share your idea with me. Breaking out is nothing to do with me. Nod if you understand.” Hanging on Anika's every word, Daisy nodded. Her movements were slow, but her eyes were sharp and focused. Anika had them locked in her gaze. Thoughts were racing through Daisy's head now, the urgency of the situation seeming to build at an exponential speed. Her friends were in danger. She had to act immediately. A little bit more of tension seemed to drain away from her, as Daisy did as she asked. Anika was almost relaxed, and for once, she didn’t hate that feeling. “Good.” Anika took a breath, and then straightened herself up. She forced the more familiar agitation back into her face and began to shift on her feet, as if she simply standing still would cause some kind of catastrophe. Then Anika broke eye contact, and her power over Daisy with it. Her face screwed up as if she would spit, but settled for tossing her hair, “Is disgusting that we’re even here.” She shifted angrily and then spared a glance and a few words for Daisy, “Wanted to let you know. Know that you made that protest when he was in solitary, could help.” There was an awkward delayed second of dead air while Daisy blinked, an almost unnoticeable breeze of confusion floating past her face before her expression settled into one of uncomfortable nervousness. The happy sense of near-normalcy she'd started to feel over the past few weeks was now gone. It had been replaced in the pit of her stomach by a dark sense of dread. "Thanks," she finally managed. She felt guilty, almost. She'd clearly judged Anika unfairly. When she spoke again, it was with absolute sincerity. "That was... it was really nice of you. Seriously. I appreciate it." Of all things she hadn’t expected Daisy to say thank you. It was an odd experience, and made an equally odd expression flit across Anika’s face. She fought off the automatic scowl that wanted to appear. Instead, she thought about what the Texan girl might look like naked and gave her a small smile. “Is fine.” Not wanting to stay around and talk more, she moved past her to the door. “Will see you some other time.” |