Post by Lunapocalypse on Apr 6, 2010 21:30:09 GMT -5
Walking across the compound to the apartments had physically and emotionally fatigued Pan, exerting a ridiculous amount of energy. The Justicars hand came down on the hand rail for the stairwell leading up to her floor; as she began to ascend, she began to count. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. Each and every step, pausing with each landing; and every time it was the same number. 163. She stood at the landing of her floor for a minute, just staring at her feet. Her mind went over everything she had learnt; on human anatomy, B.O.W. biology; repeating it over and over in her head. The Ebony Justicar was pushed to the side after another agent had politely asked her to step over; she hadn't heard him, so rather than guy decided to just leave Pan to her sleep walking rather than disturbing what dreams he assumed she'd be in. She shove had brought her back to reality, a little; she'd almost fallen back into the trance before realizing her priorities and heading off for her apartment. The girl nearly knocked on her own door, she was that disturbed.
Lazily, and surprisingly without her perfectionist nature intact, Pandora trudged into her apartment dropping her holster and equipment on the floor at the entrance near the door. Jacket and coat went up on the rack; It was likely she'd be called out again later on in the day. Pan glided over to her work desk, collapsing into the metal chair she pulled out; she snapped her knees together and clasped her hands on them, cradling herself slightly; the feeling of her self esteem sapped, it would take her a while to gather herself together. She spent the time recalling what had happened, recalling the scenario, building assumptions and conclusions. Her primary being that she was affected through and through and it was simply one of those times; her other thought was that it had happened to support herself in ridding her perfectionist nature. The latter seemed more credible as it was a situation she'd never been in before; the psyche had mentioned social activities might have a positive effect, even if they did seem negative primarily. It all added to her experience... To make me a better person inside, and if I make myself a better person it makes other people happy... Pandora shuddered briefly after feeling a tickle from her eye, wiping her index against the side of her nose and pulling it away to notice to tear. Confusion set in, she felt her cheeks heat up as more tickles sent her eyes into a frenzy. She closed them, burying her head into her arms against the flat of her desk.
Eyes red, Pandora pushed her notepad PC open and booted it up. It seemed she'd need to follow up on a little more study of each B.O.W. More over analyse well enough to be able to predict the weak points of mutants which no one has ever engaged in combat with before. If that sort of thing was thrown into a target practice set, Pandora was sure she'd come out on top. Her hands started to tremble slightly as she typed, the little 17 year old girl inside her studying furiously for her exam next week. Pandora was so involved that she nearly shrieked when her phone wrang, picking it up after another jingle was set through. She snatched up the wireless and put it to her ear, "H-hello?" she started, regaining control of her voice from the trembling.
"Agent Brooklyn, reception's calling about your pager. Have you received anything recently?"
"No... I," Pan jogged the room to her holster resting against the wall by the entrance and brought it back to the desk with her, she unclipped the pager from it. Sixteen messages, each sent in a shorter space of time than the last and all reading about the conference which was on this morning. It was slightly out of place; the entire time Pandora had been at the HQ she'd only ever been called into the STARS meeting room twice. That wasn't the point though, the point was she was running 20 minutes late and counting. The Justicar picked up her things, holster strapped to her back, Red velvet and white fur collar jacket, bag over the top of that and she was out of her apartment in seconds. Quietly, the lap top with information on a Chimera's entomology displaying hummed.
Steps passed Pans vision three at a time, she leapt the last five of each landing cutting down the running time. The morning only seemed to be getting worse.
Lazily, and surprisingly without her perfectionist nature intact, Pandora trudged into her apartment dropping her holster and equipment on the floor at the entrance near the door. Jacket and coat went up on the rack; It was likely she'd be called out again later on in the day. Pan glided over to her work desk, collapsing into the metal chair she pulled out; she snapped her knees together and clasped her hands on them, cradling herself slightly; the feeling of her self esteem sapped, it would take her a while to gather herself together. She spent the time recalling what had happened, recalling the scenario, building assumptions and conclusions. Her primary being that she was affected through and through and it was simply one of those times; her other thought was that it had happened to support herself in ridding her perfectionist nature. The latter seemed more credible as it was a situation she'd never been in before; the psyche had mentioned social activities might have a positive effect, even if they did seem negative primarily. It all added to her experience... To make me a better person inside, and if I make myself a better person it makes other people happy... Pandora shuddered briefly after feeling a tickle from her eye, wiping her index against the side of her nose and pulling it away to notice to tear. Confusion set in, she felt her cheeks heat up as more tickles sent her eyes into a frenzy. She closed them, burying her head into her arms against the flat of her desk.
Eyes red, Pandora pushed her notepad PC open and booted it up. It seemed she'd need to follow up on a little more study of each B.O.W. More over analyse well enough to be able to predict the weak points of mutants which no one has ever engaged in combat with before. If that sort of thing was thrown into a target practice set, Pandora was sure she'd come out on top. Her hands started to tremble slightly as she typed, the little 17 year old girl inside her studying furiously for her exam next week. Pandora was so involved that she nearly shrieked when her phone wrang, picking it up after another jingle was set through. She snatched up the wireless and put it to her ear, "H-hello?" she started, regaining control of her voice from the trembling.
"Agent Brooklyn, reception's calling about your pager. Have you received anything recently?"
"No... I," Pan jogged the room to her holster resting against the wall by the entrance and brought it back to the desk with her, she unclipped the pager from it. Sixteen messages, each sent in a shorter space of time than the last and all reading about the conference which was on this morning. It was slightly out of place; the entire time Pandora had been at the HQ she'd only ever been called into the STARS meeting room twice. That wasn't the point though, the point was she was running 20 minutes late and counting. The Justicar picked up her things, holster strapped to her back, Red velvet and white fur collar jacket, bag over the top of that and she was out of her apartment in seconds. Quietly, the lap top with information on a Chimera's entomology displaying hummed.
Steps passed Pans vision three at a time, she leapt the last five of each landing cutting down the running time. The morning only seemed to be getting worse.