_eliot_spencer (_eliot_spencer) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2011-06-04 08:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2011 06, character: eliot spencer |
RP: Eliot's Thoughts on the Matter
Who: Eliot & His Thoughts
When: Saturday June 4th
Where: The House in the wee hours of the morning
Summary: Eliot, in the kitchen, with the whisk.
Eliot had had it. It had been over twenty years since he'd been discharged from the Army and there were reasons why he didn't re-up. Being in the San Lorenzo military gave him the other side of the corrupt coin, and working for Damien Moreau put the topper on the cake. He answered to no one but himself - his conscience, his principles, his actions.
At 3:45 a.m., he prowled around the house kitchen, whipping up puffs and pastries as the best part of the morning went to waste. He'd already spent the last few mornings going over every inch of his body for implants and trackers and did the same with his rucksack, clothes, shoes, and toiletries. (The room had gotten the video bug inspection the day he'd moved in.) He'd been cooperating with these people he didn't know, didn't give a rat's ass about, because Parker had wanted to stay. And while their idea of not wanting to get their asses killed by the Omega government was sound, Eliot had not signed up to be a dog on a leash.
One thing he definitely did not understand is why more of the new people weren't ticked off about things. Two of them were from a biker gang, for hell's sake, and he hadn't seen either of them do anything but roll over and expose the soft skin of their bellies. What was wrong with people?
Eliot beat the egg with a whisk vigorously. He should've known the moment he'd arrived on base to keep right on walking out the door. ICIS was an alphabet agency through-and-through. Follow our cookie cutter approach to training agents. No stopping to use your brain. No changing the way things are based on individuals and their skill-sets and experience. Do as we tell you or be dropped.
Eliot was not a Good Guy, plain and simple. There was no grander purpose to these folks, no reason to form bonds other than that of survival. Nearly all of them were agency, cop, or upstanding citizen. He was none of the above. Things with Nate, Sophie, Hardison and Parker were different - it had taken a long time for everyone to trust one another, and Nate didn't expect them to stop being themselves. Nate certainly didn't give out curfews or go all 1984 on them.
Did Eliot think he was better than the ICIS agents? No. That'd be underestimating them. He knew many were extremely skilled in hand-to-hand and would be a hell of a match, ones that he might lose. The reliance on guns was a detriment but that didn't mean there weren't marksmen. But they were agency rule followers and he followed his own rules, and the two were not compatible.
Eliot exchanged his whisk for a spoon and stirred the eggs into the dough. It was time for him to take off. He'd talk to Parker, pack a few things, and go. He'd rather take his chances in Omegaland then continue with this dog and pony show.
But first, he'd finish his puffs.