(Open) Working Hard or Hardly Working?

[Sparrow]

Kaycee Hunter dipped her syringe slowly into the bottle of liquid and sucked it into the tube. Her green eyes were narrowed in concentration as she slowly lifted the syringe and dripped one drop on to a piece of thick white paper. Her plastic gloves itched her hands as she then slid the paper underneath a microscope. With a satisfied smirk, the female Hunter twin clicked a few buttons on her 52" computer screen and the microscopic view popped on that screen. Thank goodness for technology, Kaycee thought to herself as she observed the liquid.

Though Jace had turned off his mic after speaking to her from the dungeon, she was still waiting to hear back from him if she could join in on the fun. Until then, she would be doing last minute adjusts on the virtues. This one, humility, was especially giving her trouble and Kaycee was anticipating being stuck here for awhile. With a sigh, she leaned over to yet another huge monitor screen and clicked on the itunes icon button. Immediatly, classic rock music filled the air and Kaycee hummed along to ACDC as she worked alone in the labratory.

[Sinclair]

The shutter clicked and Cymir’s world stopped, at least for a few seconds. Cymir smiled at the moment he’d captured- just a dreary little hallway in a scary place. But he was happy. Cymir raised his gaze to take in the parts of his surroundings that his camera could not see, but there wasn't much to see. Cymir felt closer to the people around him when he took their picture, when he shared even one moment of their lives with them, and closeness was essential, which was the reason that there was a zoom feature on his camera. The only downside was, when someone came up to him, they blocked the view entirely. He had a chance to very thoroughly examine the stitching on a denim pant leg, though, if nothing else. Overall, he would have said that the day had gone pretty well, he'd gotten some interesting pictures.

He opened the door of the lab, not knowing what it was when he entered. Then he clicked the camera button. As the world froze, he got quite the shock- there was a girl in there! He reluctantly lowered the camera and stared silently at the girl while slowly sneaking small steps in. He knew she probably wouldn't miss him- the camera had a flash because the building seemed so dark.

[Sparrow]

Kaycee's dark hair whipped around her face as the room brightened with a brilliant flash, illuminating her workspace. How dare someone enter the labratory while she was at work on the top secret mission of the Corporation?

She was just about to make things very, very painful for the person when she noticed it was just a kid. But who was he exactly?
You. Get in here now. Front and center kid, I don't have all day. She ordered, pointing to a spot in front of her chair.

[Sinclair]

Cymir considered obeying her. Really, he did. But he also considered running or just teleporting. Either one would help him to avoid this situation. So even though she acted like she was threatening him, he took his time deciding, glancing over his shoulder at the doorway. Then, after about thirty seconds of weighing his options, he finally walked over to where she pointed. Once he stood in place, he held out his camera to her- as if that was all she wanted, as if then he'd be allowed to leave.

"I didn't know you were in here."he stated simply. Perhaps she'd delete the picture, then tell him to go away. He was sort of hoping so- he didn't want her mad at him. Then it occurred to him that there might be magnets in the lab that would interfere. Suddenly he really did look scared as he scanned the room, looking anywhere but at Kaycee. Though he knew she could hurt him, he wasn't terribly alarmed by her. At least not any more than any other Archangel in the building.

[Sparrow]

Kaycee nearly scoffed at the kid, acting like he had options. Did he not know who she was? Apparently not, since he held out his precious camera as though that were reason enough why he shoud leave freely.

She took the camera from him and weighed it in her hands, tossing it gently from her right to her left. Of course you didn't know. Which means you also know you're not supposed to be in here? She grasped the camera in her right hand as she reached out with the other and grabbed his bracelet. One of my original designs, the genius Archangel murmured to herself. Immediatly, she knew who he was. Still holding his wrist, she looked up at him. Tell me why I shouldn't smash your little toy and maybe I won't tell the Dark Angel that you were spying on top secret information. Her voice was soft, manipulative, but she still held the camera over the floor in a threatening position.

[Sinclair]

Cymir was truly a hard person to manipulate. What did he care if she broke it? He'd just go back in time and stop himself from going in there, from taking that picture, and it'd be like it never happened. But his eyes were wider than before and he was trying to move away from her the instant she grabbed him. This was not good. Surely she couldn't hold on forever. . .But Cy was still terrified.

"Let me go,"Cy pleaded, his voice more like a frightened whimper. "I don't want you to touch me!" He didn't reply to anything else, but he did close his eyes tightly. It was a vain attempt to simply wish her away. When he opened his eyes approximately ten seconds later, she was still there so he groaned.

"I promise, I won't bother you again. Have the camera. Just let go."Cymir continued to appeal, still trying to tug his hand free. He knew he wouldn't get it free, but he wasn't going to stop trying.

[Sparrow]

Kaycee was harsh and she would be considered evil by many people but she wasn't one to hurt a child unless it was absolutely necessary. Her brother Jace would say otherwise but he wasn't here right now.

Stop squirming. Have your stupid camera. Just sit down for a moment. She sounded like she was asking but it was really an order expected to be obeyed as she pointed to one of the empty chairs around her after releasing his arm. Making sure he didn't disobey her since he seemed that type, Kaycee closed her eyes and pictured the lock code for the door to the lab. It immediatly shut under her mental command and she swiveled around in her chair to face Cymir. Do you know who I am?

[Sinclair]

Cymir was surprised that she agreed to give him back his camera and that, really, she seemed to be acting a bit nicer. But he wasn't one to question it. This time he didn't look to the door, hoping to escape. Instead he held his camera and walked toward the chair while she closed her eyes.

"Heyy,"Cymir objected as the door closed and locked. Then, with a look similar to a pout, he added,"I don't need an open door to leave. That was mean, though." Then, to her question, he answered honestly, not seeming to be aware of a right and wrong answer.

"No. I only know the Dark Angel, Peyton and the boy who walked with me at the cliffs- Sinclair. Why? Were you mean to me before? I know a lot of mean people, but they don't tell me their names."Cymir questioned. He couldn't understand why she'd expect him to know her if they'd never met. As he spoke, he was still standing by a chair, not yet willing to sit. Well, actually, he'd just been distracted by her before he'd sat down.