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Amelia felt a smug smirk tugging at the corner of her lips in response to Kate’s acerbic tone. The defensiveness only served to amuse her - though she did have the sense to give the dogs frolicking close by a wary glance when they paused to look at their owner. “You might.” She answered vaguely, giving a small shrug in response.

“If I sat somewhere else, I wouldn’t be sitting next to you, Miss Kane.” She noted with a teasing lilt, leaning back in the bench with a self-satisfied smile. “I know you’re face isn’t in the papers as much as your cousin’s - but you’re still recognisable from a mile off.”

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OPEN

There is an effortless elegance to the parkland that flows at the heart of the city. The comfort of a black bench, warm from the steady sun, was one of Kate’s favorite spots to absorb the day and peaceful witness the beauty of a joyful community at play. It was the quickest refuge for her soul during those trying days, and gave quiet reverence when she needed it. She could tackle most challenges head on with a will and determination unmatched, but even she needed a reprieve from time to time. A bit of fresh air was all she ever needed, her lungs expanding as if on automatic refill, and with the rising of her chest comes a sense of calm. The trees providing ample shade, that roots so deep and reaching so high, that take in all variants of weather and bring the gifts of verdant foliage upon brown wands. It told stories of the seasons, one fresh page each day. 

Of course, Kate would never express such poetic sentiments aloud for fear of tarnishing her image. A city slicker at heart, she’d always love nature’s sweet and flowery escapes of nature as the pace of living relaxed to a steadier rhythm. Boris and Natasha frolicked merrily over the length of open grass, snapping at butterflies and engaging in playful wrestling matches with one another. It made her yearn for a few days away; it had been a while since she’d gone trekking through the mountains with her furry companions. 

Maybe Maggie and Jaime would like to come, she pondered further, or was it premature to suggest meeting the detective’s child? Kate didn’t want to push.

Her peaceful musings were disrupted as she sensed the presence of someone sinking into in the vacant space beside her. Instantly, the minute glimmer of tranquility that had softened her features stiffened, her resting bitch face regaining its domain. Even from a distance, Boris and Natasha seemed to sense the shift in their owner’s demeanor. She instantly signaled with lax fingers that they were not required to act as guard dogs and should continue enjoying their playtime. Kate had resigned herself to maintaining a forward stare, but she could feel a set of eyes bore a hole in the side of her face. 

“Can I help you?” she intoned evenly, lashes fluttering slowly as she turned to address them with a raised brow. “I don’t mean to be rude,” yes she did. “But do you mind sitting somewhere else?” there was at least a dozen other park benches; why did they feel the need to infringe on her sanctity?

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atlantismera​:

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     𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋? 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 a way good way to put up a word to describe her, or some of her people. ❛ We could say that yes. Although, my powers still developing. ❜ As she stated to the other woman, she spent the entire life inside the water, and now her body and powers is adjusting outside of the water. She crossed her leg, to one side, and pulled a strands of her own hair behind her own ears. ❛ Physically, yes. ❜ Mera could blend between humans, and they wouldn’t have guessed that she is Atlatean/Xebelian. ❛ Exactly. Oh, well maybe, just maybe when my mother died. I wouldn’t know because I was under the water. ❜ She points out. The princess doesn’t remember much the time she feels so sad, other than when she lost her mother or the first day on the land, that wasn’t no so long ago. She cried on the first day on the ‘land’, she hated every single moment of it. The noises, the people… She was very startled.

Amelia nodded briefly in understanding at the other woman’s admission. “Last time I cried was my dad’s funeral.” She noted with a smile that was almost sympathetic - as close as she could manage at any rate. “Well, you need any help adjusting to the human world how about you give me a call?” She suggested, taking her wallet from her pocket to produce a business card, and held it out to Mera. “I can show you what we do for fun up here.” She offered with a small smirk.

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atlantismera​:

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          𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 at the other woman know who was Neptune. ❛ Undoubtedly, he was real. He made this... ❜ She held firmly her trident showing it to her. Definitely, wasn’t a cheap material, nor replicate. The royal princess of Atlantis, would rather stand up and fight, however the changes of her get out alive was slim to nothing, and the only way to get away alive is running to the land, where none of them could be able to reach her or even survive, considering some people where she lived under the sea, aren’t blessed to be ’amphibious’ like Mera, that could breath with no problem outside of water. ❛ Not everyone where I came from, can survive here.❜ Which was true. The princess sat down on the bench, and put her trident on her lap, adjusting her posture and observing Amelia. ❛ Yeah. For the starter, I lived my whole life under the sea, so there’s no water in everywhere. I’m princess of Atlantis, but I’m Xebelian. Land animals are funny, we don’t have this kind of plants… ❜ She looked up the tree behind her. ❛ And we have other habits. We don’t eat like, humans using all that objects with hands… Nor variety type of water, like one black and bubbly…  ❜ The princess was referring to Coca-Cola, in which she liked it. ❛ And the ocean don’t leak from our eyes. ❜ She was referring the ‘tears’.

“Noted.” Amelia muttered, mentally filing away not to somehow piss off what might very well be a real God. She already had enough trouble keeping to the rules for the one she was still iffy on believing in. “So you’re special in that regard?” She muttered, eyeing Mera curiously at that. If there was someone from under the sea capable of surviving on land, did that mean there was someone who could do the reverse? You never knew what particular metahuman abilities might be useful, it was worth looking into. “Okay, fair enough, we humans are weird. Though you might not know about the last part if you’re underwater at the time. I mean... you look a lot like us, you’re telling me you’ve never cried before?”

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carriexkelley​:

“now you are so that’s all that matters.” carrie noted. she wasn’t fatalistic in any way, but she truly believed living in the present was what mattered. planning five steps ahead was usually an unwelcome burden, and dwelling on steps already taking was unsound. carrie’s eyes narrowed as she perceived the unspoken gaud - was it? “and i like a challenge. i’ll make an optimist out of you –” carrie turned around, her eyes taking quick register of the arid establishment. then she saw it and sat a little straighter, the waitress’s apron coming loose as she passed another rugged patron tucked away in the far corner of the room. “look.” carrie jerked her chin towards the other customer who’d lifted her head just in time to see the unraveling knot, then smiled with unsequestered triumph when she notified the waitress of her loosening apron. she turned to amelia again with a cocked brow, “see. good things can happen.”

“Exactly.” Amelia agreed with a small nod. Dwelling on her weaknesses in the past did no good, especially now that she had defeated most of them. She cocked an eyebrow when Carrie practically whirled around with her attention caught. She stifled a laugh at the sight of the simple interaction, shaking her head as she turned her attention away from the brief exchange back to the woman sitting across from her. “So one person did one polite thing and I’m expected to believe the world is all sunshine and rainbows? I could do that and still be a bitch.”

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atlantismera​:

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          𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑trident when the woman asked her curiously. ❛ That’s my golden trident, made by Neptune. It belongs in my family for ages. ❜ The Xebellian princess inherited one of her mother’s tridents. She didn’t think she needs to explain what this does or whatsoever, there’s nothing to explain about it in her opinion. She found it amusing to see Amelia looking at it with a certain curiosity in her eyes. The princess observed her body moves as the other finished stretching. ❛ No offense taken. Okay, if you want the real reason why I’m here, I — I turned my back on people and my family because I didn’t agree with certain things about the politics running on going on our kingdom. My fiancé, well, former fiancé Orm escaped from prison, let’s just say, he in a way made a little riot, and he also make some people’s heads to his horrendous plans, and now I’m being sentenced to death. Even my own father wants me dead. I’m no longer welcome on my people for now. The half-breed, Arthur Curry, suggested for me to come here in the land. Not all people from there will survive here, and to some, I’m considered dead at this point, I supposed. ❜ She spoke formally with posture. ❛ I was told, I’m safer here than the sea. ❜ Much for her dismay. ❛ I don’t think I’ll adapt to this life. ❜ Mera confessed with a hint of sadness in her tone.

“Neptune. Like... the Roman god of the sea. Neptune’s real?” Amelia muttered. Maybe there was some merit to the old pantheons - there were always theories that the faiths of these ancient civilizations were based in some truth. Though the prevailing theories tended to focus on aliens, not species closer to home. “Well, as reasons for running away go, that’s a pretty good one.” She mused with a small chuckle. Certainly if the woman was being hunted then Amelia in her shoes would have ran too. “There are threats on land too, so I don’t know about safer. And can’t they just follow you here?” She questioned. If Mera could walk on land why couldn’t the others, after all. “Why not? Is it really that much different to your life before?” Amelia herself had had little trouble adjusting to a new Earth when she made the jump over. The only real changes were some technology advancements not quite reaching this one yet, and she had no personal ties left to her world that made it particularly hard to leave it behind.

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“Not tonight.” Amelia grouched as she felt someone sidle up to her at the bar. Usually she would have happily engaged in some light flirtation with the stranger confident enough to shoot their shot with her, even take them home if they were attractive and interesting enough. But after how the last time she had been encouraged by a pretty face at a bar went, and everything that she had been through to keep Anya simply alive, she was just looking to buy her own drinks for once.

She clenched her jaw when her dismissal was not taken at face value, a drink slid in front of her without her asking. “Listen, asshole no means-” She bit back the retort only just when she whirled on the man to realise who it was looking at her with familiar, all too kind eyes. Not normally such a problem for Amelia to shut down, but Kyle seemed to have a face she couldn’t quite be mad at - and not just because it was stupidly handsome. “Oh. It’s just you.” She muttered, her temper deflating a little as she took the drink for a begrudging sip. “...Thanks.”

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What the hell were you hiding all the way out here Alicia?

The thought had been racing in a loop in Amelia’s head the further and further she dug through everything the woman had left in her care. After Alicia’s death she had been preoccupied with the personal consequences of it - though she would never admit it to a soul the reports of Alicia’s death had crushed her. And keeping Anya’s head only barely above water through it all had taken an additional toll on her. Finally getting her financial affairs in order had taken far longer than she had expected, but it appeared that in the time she had been putting it off, the discrepancies only grew more and more.

The fact that there was an indirect but still present paper trail to Max Stone had not exactly been a surprise - much as Amelia had written the man off as no more than a sap that should have been kept in their back pocket to take a fall, she knew Alicia had not held the same opinion. What capacity she cared for the man was not clear to Amelia, but she had assumed it was enough to ensure he was somewhat comfortable in the event of the woman’s death.

But that didn’t excuse the expenses on a property outside of the city, daily and frequent enough that she judged it was in near-permanent use. She was well aware Max was on the run - whether he was truly guilty or not was not her concern. But whatever he was doing with one of Alicia’s old safehouses was. At best, if he was holing himself up there she had to ensure that it didn’t lead back to Alicia’s accounts, and therefore inevitably back to her. If he found something out of place, a simple warning to let him know someone had been through and knew where he was, she hoped he was smart enough to run from it. Then once it was clear, she could liquidate everything, bury every trace of him being there and whatever Alicia might have used it for in the past.

She made sure to stake the place out, wait until she saw the former detective drive away from the house in a routine that she knew would keep him away for at least a couple of hours. She wouldn’t even need that long to turn the place over, and send her warning.

Sneaking round the back was simple enough - the houses were spaced out enough that she was sure she didn’t need to worry about a snooping neighbour catching sight of her. And besides, subtlety would only hinder her intent here. She had never been great at picking locks even with the Roses tutelage, so she didn’t bother to attempt it, forcefully breaking it and pushing the door open when the handle loosened as the mechanism snapped with her meddling.

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auroraxjett​:

the sickening cloy of the lie was beginning to engulf rory’s resolve - not that she was tricking amelia, she was so sure the woman was involved in something shady that she didn’t think much of  lying to her - if anything she was willing to take someone who she knew was in a relationship home. that was more than enough a defining characteristic to rory.  it was as if for a moment she could envision a world where she and jason had given up and it struck her, how much of a nauseating parody of her current life it was. still, she kept up pretense, smiling through the deceit as she she pushed her perfectly untouched drink away.

“it better be worth it.” rory finally murmured as she slid off the barstool – though she didn’t elaborate as to what exactly she meant by that. she picked up her purse, rifling through it briefly for the coat check card, knowing that this was a point of no return. she had the cautious, stick to the wall option of texting someone where she was, but then what? it could possibly derail her plan. nyssa was out of commission, doing her own snooping. rory had to brace against the cold feet and snap the clutch shut as she swapped the card for her leather jacket, “lead the way.”

Amelia made no comment in response to the challenge, though she smirked to herself as she watched Rory slip out of the bar stool. She followed shortly after Rory to the coat check and picked up her own jacket to brace against the cold outside. She watched the shorter woman huddle against it slightly herself, and decided to reach out and wrap an arm around her waist to pull her flush to her side - the paper-thin excuse of sharing body heat against the cold enough to embolden her. “My place isn’t far.” She assured her, keeping her hold on Rory’s waist as she guided her down the street. She never bothered venturing too far from her apartment, especially when she was assured it wouldn’t usually be a fruitless pursuit each night.

She only let go of Rory once she had to disentangle to open the door to her apartment complex, holding the door open for Rory to follow after her. She cast a critical eye briefly over the entry way to her home - cleaning the mess Anya left in her wake hadn’t been easy, but she couldn’t pick up anything herself, so judged there wasn’t anything out of place to raise a red flag with the younger woman. “So, this is me.” She shrugged, feigning sheepishness as she swept an arm forward for Rory to enter the apartment first. She was hardly humble about her living space and the fact that everything in it was catered to her expensive tastes - but bragging only went so far with most people. “Want to take me up on that cocktail, or...?”

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atlantismera​:

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           𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 her hand from the blonde’s shoulder, observed her seemingly relaxing a bit. She dugs the end of her trident on the grass, staying behind of it watching the other woman doing some weird motions, she was in awe on what she was doing. Under the water she stretches but not like this… Her body ‘floats’ in the water, and here on the land, it’s not 'possible’ unless if a person had a fly power. ❛ I’m not entirely sure if I’m a tourist, but I’m living here temporarily. ❜ The image of tourist to the Atlantean princess is those humans that polluted oceans, therefore, she was also informed could be people new in places. ❛ I’m from Atlantis. Actually, I’m princess of Atlantis, I lived under the sea mostly of my life. Right now is the first time I’m in firm lands. It’s not being easy for me. ❜ The adaptation is being chaotic to her, sometimes she led herself into troubles unintentionally. Just like the day she went to jail, without knowing she committed a crime and Lois had to bail her out of prison. The worst part is her short temper for the things sometimes, doesn’t help her case. Only leads to more and more issues.

“And that?” Amelia questioned, pointing to the trident stabbed into the ground. She asked it casually - she had seen weird here already in Central City and weirder back in Gotham. And with humans adopting new cultural traditions and religions from their alien neighbours she wasn’t much surprised by anything new now.

Still, she gave a slow blink as the woman explained where she was from. “Huh.” She muttered, eyeing the trident again. “Okay, guess that explains that then.” She muttered as she straightened herself up, stretching out her back to loosen the last of her muscles wound tight. “No offense, but what would royalty from under the sea want here on land?” She muttered. She had no reason to think the woman was lying... but maybe she was a little crazy, and just believed it enough to say it without pretence.

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@maddoxstone

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Giving the woman a once over, Amelia couldn’t help but wonder what was so special about her. She was beautiful, to be sure - but beneath that Amelia couldn’t sense much else. There was something close to naivety about her that Amelia couldn’t help but resent - her eyes all too wide and trusting for someone who had apparently lost a father under mysterious circumstances. And if she had trusted a snake like Maddox, that told her all she needed to know when it came to the woman’s judge of character.

So it couldn’t be the woman herself, Amelia judged, that had caught Maddox’s interest. It had to be something else - something circumstantial Her father’s death perhaps? Her work in Star Labs? There was still so much the public didn’t know about what had happened on the fateful night of the particle accelerator explosion after all. But Maddox wasn’t a metahuman, and neither he or his boss seemed particularly interested in them beyond their abilities - much like when they had chosen her. They didn’t care how she got her powers, just that she had them and could use them to her advantage.

“Miss Kish.” She greeted pleasantly, hiding her disdain behind an easy smile as she held her hand out for the other woman to shake. “My name is Amelia Chase, I’m an attorney. I was hoping to discuss some matters with you regarding your father’s will and estate, if you have the time.”

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atlantismera​:

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         𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 her gaze to Amelia upon her response. ❛ How so? ❜ In regards to ‘helps’, she stood up taking her trident beside her and tugging her flute inside on her purse that she was playing with not so long ago. The other’s scream caught her attention, hesitantly not sure how to deal with this 'land dweller’ she rested her hand upon her shoulder as if she wanted to smooth her whatever emotions she felt. ❛ I’m not really from around, but I’m trying to understand people. ❜ She explained timidly.

“Release tension, emotion. Not sure there’s actually any scientific basis to it. But I at least trick myself into feeling it’s cathartic.” Amelia shrugged before dipping down into a stretch, loosening her muscles up after the run as she cooled down. “You a tourist or did you move here?” She questioned. The woman had a slight accent that Amelia was struggling to place - she didn’t think it was one she had heard before.

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“Normal? No.” Amelia let out a sigh at being caught in a rare moment of weakness. “But it helps.” She shrugged. She could not afford to let frustrations leak through into her work, so sometimes she would take a jog, as isolated as she could find, to try and let it all out. The screaming was an embarrassing but frequent part of it.

❛ So, screaming at the rocks is like, a normal behavior here? ❜

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carriexkelley​:

carrie’s head tilted - if someone told her she’d be discussing metaphysics over a pink drink on a random tuesday afternoon; she’d have likely believed them because living in the city has been nothing but an experience. carrie’s lips pressed together as she considered the thought behind the action, “i mean men who are impressed because a woman knows something are not a good sign, are they?” carrie pointed out – at least that’s what she’d convinced herself of. carrie was smart and she’d known it. that alone was not the most attractive quality to many people and she’d decided on an early age that if anyone viewed her brains as a negative, that she was much better off. she tapped a thoughtful finger against the bar top, “that’s kind of pessimistic.” she finally decided, “maybe it’s the other way around. maybe i’ll inspire you to be more trusting.”

“No, they’re not.” Amelia agreed with a laugh. “I wasn’t as discerning back then as I am now.” She admitted. Before her father had died and she realised her ambition and her power were all she could rely on to make sure she didn’t end up in the same position. “Maybe.” She conceded with a soft chuckle. “But I wouldn’t place any bets on that. I’m a proud pessimist.”

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kittysaysxmeow​:

Selina tipped her head in amusement, always appreciative for any spark of fire in a woman. Complex feminine attitudes were kinda her type and there was nothing more appealing that a woman with a backbone. She might not have been on board with the whole womanhood kumbayah bullshit but she was a feminist by default. There was little she trusted a man to undertake better than she could, not that they weren’t pretty to look at – she certainly had her preferences. “I like your attitude” she acknowledged with a chuckle. “There’s way too many air headed women in this room hanging off the arms of men who don’t look like they merit the attention. In my opinion”

To each their own she guessed. 

“A lawyer? Sounds…lucrative, Miss?” with all the deep pocketed upperclass elite milling about, she believed that even if her clientele was only a fraction of those in attendance, she probably earned a pretty decent living. Selina brought her own champagne flute to her lips taking a respectful sip. She raised her own champagne flute to her lips and took a modest sip. She wondered whether this pricey bubbly was intended to taste identical to the corner store variety because she was underwhelmed. “The host,” she said as she tilted her glass toward the man in question, her intended target for the evening. “Is he a client of yours?”

“I thought you might.” Amelia chuckled confidently at the woman’s compliment - she didn’t simper or reign in her confidence for anyone, and those worth impressing were more interested in that than a shrinking violet. “It’s one way to get ahead. But I always preferred a more direct approach.” She shrugged. 

“Chase.” She answered. She knew with Selina’s connections it wouldn’t be difficult for her to dig up a name anyway. “Amelia Chase. A pleasure.” She introduced herself properly with a nod, before smirking at Selina’s question. “Not yet.” She shrugged. But she knew exactly what she needed to to make sure he would be. Men would pay ridiculous amounts just to keep their dirty little secrets buried, even if it meant paying the people who dug them up in the first place. “Is he your mark?” She asked bluntly.

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auroraxjett​:

rory ran the tip of her tongue over her teeth in search for the faint taste of liquor against them before she laughed - briefly it was actually a genuine sound at the woman’s line before she cleared her throat once the sound tapered off. it wasn’t hard to feign the obvious heartache and the bittersweet smile - if anything exacting this plan felt like a betrayal, and she hoped when she clarified later that jason would understand. she nodded apprehensively at the brief physical gesture, allowing the woman the confidence of having caught her in the net she cast, even though it’d been the other way around.

rory’s head turned at the woman’s philosophy, brow arched in response as she pretended she hadn’t caught her wandering gaze. right where i want to. rory’s eyes followed the marbled pattern of the bar top as she bit into her lower lip, pretending to be deep in thought as she contemplated the woman’s question. “i run.” she answered after a brief moment of introspection, not really intending for the transparent answer to slip out, “i’m running now.” she elaborated, weaving it into her lie as she turned back to amelia with determined challenge, as if she were asking; what are you going to do about it?

And there it was, the challenge she had been waiting for. She didn’t care about Rory’s boyfriend, her partner was her problem, not Amelia’s. But she had to make sure it was what the other woman wanted - that she was seeking the same thing Amelia was ready to give. Besides, it was always much more fun to coax someone’s desires out of someone, make them admit to them, than engage in a simple chase.

“I see.” She muttered, swirling the dregs of her drink around in her glass for a moment before knocking it back in one. “I can mix a better cocktail than this myself.” She sighed, placing the glass back down with a sigh. “Pity, but you did treat me to it. How about we get out of here and the next one’s on me?”

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anyaxthewolf​:

The beeping sounding from the machines monitoring her vitals were but a distance hum in the back of her mind as she tried to maintain her nonchalance, though her disdain for her environment was viciously eroding her resolve. How long had she been unconscious? How long had she been detained in this ostensibly medical institution, that which was meant to stand as monument to the best of merciful humanity? What had she been subjected to? She felt the tug of the sutures in her shoulder, and raised her undamaged hand to ensure that this was the extent of her physical discomfort. Attempting to ground herself as her fingers grazed over the threaded grooves. All she needed to do was glance about and absorb that her surroundings were devoid of concealed malice, but her vision flickered between the current immaculate walls confining her and awakened memories of a vastly different enclosure.

Nowhere is the agency’s indifference more evident than in the hallways. Anya laid on her back in varying degrees of sanity and consciousness – strapped down, eyes toward the naked ceiling with a vacant look about them. The pale blue walls were deeply scored by the metal framed trollies. The once vibrant hue now insipid, so lacking in vibrancy that they appeared sun-bleached in the windowless strip. The confined space magnified the groans and wails to no avail, the agents passing have seen it all before and are immune, hardened by repeat exposure and conditioning.

Her teeth sank deeply into the plastic mold that had previously held her strawberry-flavored gelatin dessert, forcing herself back to the present. But her mind raced from one extreme scenario to the next too rapidly for her to settle on a single anxiety to fixate on. “There’s that look on your face again,” she sneered, surprisingly keeping the waver from her tenor. “Or maybe that’s just your face. Unfortunate” Anya visibly tensed as the nurse entered, her hand snatching the plastic butterknife tight in her grip intended to make good on her earlier threat. Her edges of her mouth twisted down drastically in anticipation, thankfully Amelia glided smoothly between the frazzled assassin and the innocent nurse.

Anya remained still as Amelia compelled the nurse to leave them to their business, only relaxing when she heard the click of the door closing behind her. Before Amelia could catch a glimpse of her inner panic she projected a defiant manner in an effort to vex the woman into turning a blind eye to whatever unusual behavior she exhibited. Though a deeply buried instinctual compliance urged her to agree to whatever Amelia required of her in order to be released. She did not allow her desperation to be revealed and instead counted the length of her inhales. A subconscious reflex. It was what they taught her. Submerge. Deep into the recesses of her mind where only in moments of begrudged weakness she was forced to experience the sentiments.  

“Trust me?” a humorless laugh escaped her, her gaze determinedly fixed forward. “Sure, daffodil, I’ll behave" without another moment of hesitation she yanked the blanket tucked scarily tight around her thighs and swung her legs over the side. Immediately disregarding the assurance she gave mere seconds before she rolled her injured shoulder to determine her range of movement. The stitches thankfully didn’t not tear, even as she languidly windmilled the appendage. 

”Pft, that’s barely going to leave a scar" she whined in a low breath, though the scar in question was at least a few inches in length. “Not very cool”

“What look?” Amelia questioned, just a little defensively, but it wasn’t lost on her the way Anya was clearly deflecting - little signs that others might not have noticed but Amelia, even in her limited knowledge of what made Anya tick, picked up on it with a small frown. The assassin was uncomfortable, on edge. It was not a look Amelia liked on her, the nervous edge didn’t suit her.

If she hadn’t noticed, she might have argued that Anya’s sullen agreement wasn’t enough to convince her, that they would stay within the sterile walls of the hospital until she recovered just a little more. But she had no idea what was setting Anya so on edge, or how much worse it might get the longer they stayed.

“Good girl.” She muttered instead of pressing further, injecting just a hint of ire in her tone for good measure as she made quick work of untangling the cables Anya had yanked off in her haste so that she wouldn’t get caught up in them. “You’ll be lucky if all it leaves is a scar.” She argued back with a frown at the stitches leaving an ugly line up her arm. “You weren’t quite lucid enough to tell me what happened before.” She noted, unpacking the spare clothes she had her assistant drop off for Anya alongside her own change.