illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
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illeana reyes
disturbia
POSTED ON Jun 17, 2020 19:10:28 GMT
[attr="class","illiepost"] [attr="class","illieicon"] [attr="class","illie b"] [attr="class","illie i"]the berry is slowly coming unraveled in his grasp. the knife continues its path, precise, clean, effective. somehow, he's much like the cutlery in his hand. sharp and precise in his methods, his actions. her eyes follow the falling skin as he goes. silence creeps around them for a moment and the only sounds are breathing, beeping machines, and fruit submitting to the blade. she shifts uncomfortably in her bed, hands gathering the fabric of the blanket in fists and then releasing. it happens a few times before he distracts her with the concept that they're conducting an investigation. what will they find? will it make matters worse? or better? bits of dread coil and pool in her stomach and she's swallowing once more. "i suppose it's not a good thing to have a statement released after HNN unveils an article about this," she murmurs. while HNN is a popular news source, probably the best in the region, the article won't lend itself to the league's favor. this much she has come to understand from the last disaster they have faced. another shift follows and the bed creaks slightly beneath her weight. "what do you think they'll find?" too much? not enough? he doesn't offer her much of anything, really. as indifferent as they come, a stark contrast to their first meeting in that board room. back then, he had been charming, kind even. now? it's almost like a different person is sitting beside her and she can't tell if it's intimidating or something entirely different. what she does know is that she hates the way her body recoils at his tone, wincing at the use of her last name. "i," she starts and stops. the emptiness in his gaze is off-putting, effectively curbing any efforts of deflecting blame. she clears her throat, swallows, and sighs. "ignoring the guards was the first mistake." he had been one of the only ones to join their side, to respect their authority in this aspect. she pauses to reflect on that decision, gaze falling to her hands. "rushing in without a plan had been a mistake too. really, there were a lot made." too many things had led to the mission going south, the objective blinding her from thinking clearly. sure, she had succeeded with the sample in the end but at what cost? lives were lost, towns ruined, trees slaughtered. almost inaudibly, she adds a meek, "talking about what went wrong won't change it." and she knows in that moment that it was probably best to keep that part to herself but she's already stuck in this hospital room attached to monitors so it can't get much worse, right? [newclass=.illiepost] width:350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; padding-left:10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illieicon] height:100px; width: 100px; float:left; padding-right:5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie b] color:#E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illie i] text-decoration: underline dotted #E37474; [/newclass] [newclass=.illietag] width:300px; text-transform:lowercase; font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; text-align:right; [/newclass] [newclass=.illiepoke] width:300px; text-align:right; [/newclass]
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