face the lash; hades (fireaway) wrote in theinvincibles, @ 2015-07-22 19:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, cait delaney, sadie sullivan |
WHO: Cait Delaney and Sadie Sullivan
WHERE: 5B
WHEN: about two minutes after this
WHAT: Cait checks in on Sadie, too, and is about 1000 times less sympathetic than Santiago
RATING: PG?
STATUS: log; complete.
Cait didn’t know that she wasn’t the first agent up to the room. She knew Santiago was on duty, but she wasn’t exactly the sort to hang back and assume other people would handle things. She tended to jump in first. But between the bad leg and the...well, vomit...she just missed Santiago going in and out, too quick to get his alert about what happened. She didn’t want this to be a threat, but it would have been a hell of a way to disorient the agents and make an escape. But when she found the source of the scream, sitting in the bathroom crying, Cait could only stare blankly. “Agent 958...what the hell?” A paradigm of motherly affection, this one was not. A little too rough around the edges, even if she had no particular animosity towards metas. Sadie looked up, eyes red-rimmed. She had thought that she'd be left alone now that Agent 449 was gone. But here was another agent who did not look nearly as concerned as the other agent had. She hugged herself, making an unintentionally ugly face as she tried to scrunch all the emotion on her face away so that she could gather herself. "I--I'm sorry," was all she could manage. Cait stared for a moment longer. Unfortunately, it would probably take another minute or two for agents in their hurry to stop harassing the poor girl. It was, after all, their job to investigate disturbances in the Lock. But if this one was rogue, it was a hell of an act right now. “For what? I mean, what was that for?” ‘That’ obviously being the scream, and Cait unfortunately could think of a lot of reasons a girl might be screaming. She wasn’t great at comforting, but Sadie didn’t seem like she meant to cause trouble, which meant that something was wrong. It was sort of Cait’s job to handle that, to an extent. She was just way better at being an agent shooting things than a housekeeper. "There was a spider." It hadn't seemed as lame of something to say to Agent 449. But in front of this other agent she felt completely horrified. Any lasting twinge of fear that she had had was completely gone now. She'd forgotten herself. For one, horrifying moment, she had let herself be loud again. Sadie swallowed. "I didn't mean to scream," she said, her words far more composed than the lines on her face suggested. "Is everyone--Is everyone all right?" One thing that Cait had to give to the metas: she would never be able to understand how terrifying powers were for them. Cait, even with her injury, had a sense of how to control her body. To be able to cause this because of a spider? It was lame, yes, but also uncomfortable for everyone. “A spider? At least tell me you killed it,” Cait said with a roll of her eyes. Cait could still feel the effects herself, so she could only look at Sadie with a grimace. “Yeah, I think the nurses are going to be busy for a while.” Cait scratched her head briefly, trying to think of what code of conduct this would fall under. “We might have to increase your training, but it was a mistake. For now, you can just rest.” And after a pause, she couldn’t believe she found herself asking, “You want me to do a sweep for spiders in your room?” The question was a little sarcastic, but she would do it. "I think so," said Sadie, about the spider. "Agent 449 finished the job…" She looked down at her bare feet. She felt so embarrassed. She could remember when she was confident and proud and then six months ago everything had changed. She had been getting somewhere and now she was scared to leave a bathroom. "I'll train more if I have to." She hated it. On one hand, she knew she needed control. But on the other hand it felt like a constant reminder of what she'd never have again. Her eyes closed. "No, that's fine," she said. She didn't appreciate the sarcasm and she didn't think there was anything well-meaning behind the words. Cait’s roughness was fairly read as unpleasantness by people. But seriously, the girl knocked out a good portion of the residents because of a spider. Didn’t she deserve to be a little sarcastic about that? But Agent 449 had been here before her, so that was a good enough sign that Cait had overstayed her welcome. “All right, then…” She was so bad at comforting words, that she couldn’t think of a single thing right now. So instead, she settled with, “I’ll see how everyone’s feeling.” Work was great to fall back to. |