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Thread: Beneath The Surface (Trample x Your Little Project)

Lunch came and went just as any other and when Leah finally made her way back to her desk, the first order of business was to power her monitor back on and close the browser with her personal email. Finally logged out, a small wave of relief soothed her nerves. There wasnt much time to appreciate her comfort before a fresh stack of paper crammed into a manila folder was dropped on her desk by one of the senior members of the staff. Youre going to have to proof this for me and get it back to my office by tomorrow morning, got it? Make sure the verbiage isnt too complicated either. This client likes to feel in charge. All she could muster was a weak nod before sliding the folder open and exposing the fat stack of paper to the light of day. Her heart sank as she gently thumbed through random sections everything was a wreck. Typos, horrible grammar, even the fonts changed half way through. Was he drunk again? It was obvious that this was a project that would be taking over the rest of her day. With a deep sigh and a jealous glance to the other paralegals, she began to write up a new draft. The task at hand felt as if there would be no end in sight, but eventually all things had to end, right? She worked diligently, tapping away at the keys and only looking away from the screen if directly addressed. She certainly didnt look like the type who would take sexy pictures or email lewd stories to strangers. Most days Leah wore plain pencil skirts hemmed just at her knees paired with a long-sleeved dress shirt that was always buttoned all the way up. Sometimes perfume was applied, but very little effort was applied to her wardrobe or makeup. While plain and simple, she was easy to overlook compared to some of the other girls. Many nights Leah pondered the consequences of choosing her appearance as secondary to her career and school. After all, a lot of the girls just sat there and giggled. Shed even heard a few of the men comparing them all in the break room what did she rank? It took her several hours just to try and decipher the meaning of the document followed by several more necessary to re-word and organize the contract in a manner that seemed structured and orderly. Once again, just as he saved the revised overhaul, she noticed the entire lack of staff. She glanced to a window the sun had already set. Huffing softly, she began the process of printing out the revised contract and emailing it back to her senior. Knowing he preferred paper copies, the revision was tucked back into the manila envelope and placed atop his desk so that it would be the first thing he saw in the morning. Yawning softly, she gathered her things and began preparations to leave and head home.
Thread: Beneath The Surface (Trample x Your Little Project)

With the majority of her attention focused on work, the sound of the printer whirring back to life caught her by genuine surprise because she hadnt prompted it. The document took several minutes to print not something that happened often with the industrial-sized hardware they had on hand. As Leah was finalizing the title of her document and saving backups on a hard drive, the somewhat comforting hum of the printer ceased. As if on queue, Ben emerged from his office to promptly collect the papers and point out that their co-worker was over stepping boundaries. As he spoke, her lips slowly parted as a blush of embarrassment crept over her cheeks and face. She felt like a rug for being treated in such a manner by Marschack and, out of everyone in the office, it had to be Mister Ben Norris to point it out. They hadnt exactly spent much time together, but working with him was always a very calming experience. Ben was a natural charmer but also firm when necessary He always seemed to have a plan and it wasnt easy to knock him out of stride. Leah, on the other hand, was struggling to find her voice. Yeah, she finally offered up with a soft chuckle. I just have trouble saying no sometimes To anyone else that could have been innocent but, after his recent find, her words made a rather bold statement. Who wouldnt have noticed the strain he went through to read her name plate before addressing her? In an attempt to look un-phased, her response to it all was little more than a sweet smile and a few gentle nods. Something about him prompted an odd desire to be considered memorable and she acted upon it. Just as he stepped into the threshold of his office, a soft inquiry rang through the silence Mister Norris? She paused to give him a moment to turn and address her before approaching, only to stop a few feet from each other. Are you leaving soon as well? Could you walk me to my car? Okay, so it wasnt the best bonding option, but at least there were now a few minutes that could be used to think of something clever to say. With no clue that Ben had already seen her nude and at her dirtiest, the way she spoke and acted now served as a stark contrast.
Thread: Broken Dreams {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

His voice was perfect. She hadn't really noticed it before, not the first time he asked a question, but Noel noticed it now. Calm and steady paced, each syllable crisp and perfectly enunciated. On a radio he'd be understandable by anyone who even had half a headset and a jacked up comm cord. There was a gravity to it, not arrogance but a certainty that what Dr. Ingram said was right. Like she was. Like the pilots she directed with her equally calm but much much faster paced voice and less rich tone, Noel complied with immediate trusting precision. Fingers not wholly her own flicked the app into the ether and her other hand dug the earpiece out. It felt cold to have it gone and the surrounding sounds outside the office were suddenly clear. Frogs maybe, something that wasn't a bird or a cat anyway. Noel didn't get out much into the woods or jungle or whatever it was he had going outside his office. Far above she heard a plane passing over and her fingers twitched but stopped when Noel saw his eyes follow her gesture. She sat, as bidden, and balanced her phone on her knee while Dr. Ingram continued. As if he held the strings to her psyche, Dr. Ingram plucked at her emotions and the core of her being with his cunningly chosen words. Everything was a play on planes, flying, control, disaster. It was so obvious that Noel should have caught it on the conscious level and sneered at the therapist for being so clumsy in his approach. Dr. Ingram was anything but clumsy though and he got the words past the girl's defenses and stuck them deep inside. It was intimate and uncomfortable at the same time and Noel flushed. I don't want to destroy myself, she said, voice much slower and less certain than it had been when she felt like she was managing the situation. I just want to get back to work. I mean, her hands fluttered before her in uncertainty of how to express herself. That's not bad, right? There's nothing crazy about wanting to go to work. They need me, Noel asserted. They trust me to take care of them, Doctor.
Thread: Broken Dreams {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

No serpent since Satan seduced Eve had held a woman's eyes the way Dr. Ingram held Noel's. Unaware she was doing so, the young woman leaned in as he spoke, her pupils dilating so that her pretty blues were intense thin rings around their dark centers. Her throat was tight, her face paler than usual, making it almost white, and Noel's fingers trembled in her lap, one nail she hadn't managed to quite eat down to the quick rattling against the screen of her phone. I-, hesitating, not willing to put it into words but deep down realizing this might be a safe place, a safe person to tell, the thoughts in her mind vocalized themselves without her consent. I want someone to make me stop! Too late to contain them, her free hand flew to her mouth and her eyes widened even more over the top of her fingers. Shocked, she just looked at Dr. Ingram in horror at being betrayed, being made vulnerable and...and stupid! What the fuck! she blurted out and stood at the same time. Noel's movements were quick but uncoordinated, instinctive rather than graceful. Her right hand came back, phone clenched in it, and her arm swing in an arc level with her shoulder. At the end it paused, Noel clearly on the verge of either slapping Dr. Ingram or clouting him on the side of the head with her fist of phone. Instead she trembled and then let it drop, not defeated exactly but the pressure of civilized behavior keeping her from striking another person. This is bullshit, the young woman said. I'm leaving. Sign the fucking form or refer me to someone else. It was a good thing the wall had a round rubber pad affixed opposite where the door handle landed. Noel tested the limits of it as she swung it open and it bounced off in a shuddering smack in her wake as she left, feet speeding up from an angry walk into a stumbling trot of flight. Occasionally a leaf or branch slapped at her as she paid little attention to her progress along the path, speed being more important than sticking to the middle. Eventually Noel reached her car. Shutting the door after she sat down behind the wheel, she breathed erratically as panic and fear battled with determination and anger inside of her head. Moment to moment the battle surged back and forth with both sides winning and both sides losing. Shaking from the intensity of it, unable to fully catch her breath, Noel grabbed both sides of the steering wheel and pulled her head down hard onto the upper rim, keeping it there as she trembled. They didn't need her. They didn't need her. They didn't need her. Noel felt the bottom falling out of her world and didn't know what to do. There wasn't a crisp command to issue, someone to come to her with a problem for Noel to solve, or a crisis that she could fix and receive praise, even grudging praise, from them and bank it inside as proof of her self worth, as evidence she was good! If she didn't have that, Noel couldn't function. She needed to be needed. Needed structure and approval so she could go on living. Shakily, taking three attempts, Noel managed to get the key in the ignition and start the car.
Thread: Broken Dreams {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

The front of the car dipped as Noel braked hard. Never in danger of hitting him, Dr. Ingram wouldn't have been so foolish as to permit that, Noel stopped the car with twenty feet to spare. She was thrown forward by the motion, not having put on her seatbelt, and thumped painfully into the steering wheel. Fuck! she cursed and pushed herself back in the seat then swept her black hair out of her eyes. I should have never gone for bangs, Noel groused. Though she was deep in the process of growing them back out, her hair still had a tendency to get in the way. Whether it was the adrenaline of seeing him appear and having to stop, or the physical pain of hitting the steering wheel, Noel was able to pull a little bit of self-control back around her. Doing so meant she trapped the hateful, hurtful words inside, the words that said they didn't need her. The sunlight caught the dirt on her windshield and gave a golden tint to her normally pale skin. It also showed her eyes, eyes that were so clear and bright they almost shone, or was that reflection from not yet shed tears filling them and threatening to spill over? Noel stared over the top of the wheel at the doctor while in the background Bad Things played on the radio. ...Don't think that I can explain it. What can I say, it's complicated.... Without looking away from Ingram, Noel reached over and pushed the knob to turn the radio off. Hum of the engine, dry wheeze of the AC, a thumping heavy hammering in her ears that was her heart. Finally Noel turned the wheel, angling so that she could drive past Dr. Ingram. Her head tracked to follow him and just when it seemed she'd pass on, bright red lights flared as she braked and came to a stop with her window even with his body. Through the glass the young woman looked over, looked up like a penitent, into the calm eyes of the doctor. Foot still on the brake and transmission in gear, she pushed the switch and the window went down with an electric grind. Get in.
Thread: Broken Dreams {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

Get in? This was more than unexpected, this was incredibly unprofessional and unorthodox no matter what reasons he wanted to use in his defense for doing so. For the briefest moment something touched that face that had not been there before, a brief hint of indecision as he tried to determine what he was going to do with the request. His body paused in that second from doing anything, perhaps a bit of worry creeping in behind those glasses, but whatever thoughts were truly there were gone and he had one inevitable choice. Get in and help her or let her go and see if she just self-destructed and never returned. It was that last part that bothered him, because deep down he had to ask himself if he could live with the idea of never knowing...because if she did fall apart nobody would be calling Dr. Ingram, nobody would be letting him know a single thing, he would be left with just the silence of an voice mail box that had gone full. His lips pressed together and he reached out to the door, opening it and slipping in beside her. As he slid in next to her he glanced over at her, a moment of gauging whether or not she was in any condition to drive him around anywhere. She hardly looked like it, hardly looked like she was capable of making her own decisions with any amount of coherency. She looked like she had in the office and that was what happened when you took away the life preserver that someone had been holding onto with desperation...you finally got to see what they looked like when they were drowning. It was what she was running from, what she was struggling with, and it wasn't truly the idea that others didn't need her. It was the idea, deep down, that she didn't need them...that she needed something else in life, something more to make her whole, and that lack of it was chewing her up inside. His eyes were almost soft at the way she offered herself up to him, how she had looked like a supplicant asking whether or not he approved of what she was doing. The patent truth was...he did not. His voice mildly asked. Where are we going?
Thread: Broken Dreams {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

Airport, she answered tersely, voice still trembling and on the verge of losing whatever vestige of control she held over it. Noel might have lost it earlier, might be completely broken inside as Dr. Ingram knew and she was in denial of. The FAA might have suspended her right to direct air traffic and banned her from the tower but what they couldn't take, what Noel never lost control of, was her spatial reasoning. It tested off the charts, putting her in the savant range, and it was why she worked at the business airport in the US and why its safety record and audits were as clean as they could possibly be. It manifested during the drive as Noel navigated the dense, fast moving traffic and confusing interchanges without seeming to give them thought. Ingram noticed Noel's eyes never stopped moving, going from mirror to mirror to mirror and then to the windshield and down to the speedometer. Somehow all that information flowed into the young woman, was processed with uncanny speed and precision, and let Noel anticipate traffic patterns far in advance of the other drivers. Before many of them made their decisions, Noel would sharply but smoothly change lanes, brake, accelerate or twitch her car aside enough to avoid a problem and to slot them into a new, safe lane. Lights were never red for her and once, when a hill afforded a split second glimpse of stalled traffic ahead, Noel twitched them onto a series of side streets and came out ahead of the mess. Nor did she drive slowly, except when it actually made progress faster. Not reckless but on the verge of it, Noel pushed her little car hard. At the checkpoint to get into the restricted side, Noel's credentials opened the electronic gate and she drove them on a winding, single lane asphalt road to the very far end of one of the enormous runways. Though still behind another fence, it was as close as you could get. Noel stepped out of the car and turned, facing into the sunlight and shading her brow with her hands. Watch, she told the doctor and motioned with her free hand towards the distance. Seeming to sink towards them in slow motion an enormous wide-bodied airliner floated out of the sky, engines barely audible. The pinprick of a sun bright light shone from the front wheel and it sank, and sank, and sank until it seemed it would crash on top of them, it's leviathan bulk far bigger than it ever seemed when boarding through a jetway. When it passed over it blotted out the sky and it was so close that most people instinctively ducked. Noel turned to follow it and when the blast of its idled down engines reached them along with the thunderous noise it blew her black hair away from her face. In that moment, when its wheels touched safely, Noel smiled and seemed relaxed for the first time. I make that happen, she said without looking at Dr. Ingram. Every day. Over and over again. And they want to take it away from me. You asked me what I needed. Either I need this back, she turned and her eyes were freely streaming silent tears, or I need someone to tell me what to do and how to be good again. I don't know how to do it by myself.
Thread: Broken Dreams {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

He had said nothing on their way there, allowing the silence to stretch out between them so that she could have time to compose herself. It was not a matter of comfort one way or the other for him, it was a matter of ensuring that she had that brief respite that would allow her to find some solace for herself. If she was going to be in public then it was important that she composed herself and put on her public face. The Doctor had disagreed vehemently, though privately, with the new wave of societal bravery which shoved everyone into the limelight with their mental and emotional disturbances. It allowed for no true means of a person working through their problem, it did not give that space to let a person come to the right rational decision, instead it put everything on impulse. Just like the Facebook and Twitter feeds of modern society, now decision making was an impulse buy as easy as a click on Amazon, and he could not stomach it. He said none of this to Noel, not yet, instead he just let her drive. Though he could not quite stop the small tensing of his muscles everytime he felt she was being a bit...aggressive in her driving. Finally though they arrived at their destination and he did as he was bid, stepping out with her and raising his own hand up to shield his gaze so that he could peer up. He already knew what was going to happen, there'd be no purpose otherwise to all of her actions, and what was an attempt to explain something to him was merely one more step in the cycle of this young woman's life. No surprises, no hiccups, and that was what gave her safety. It was in the words she spoke, that need for order and controlled structure, and while she watched the plane move across them and cloak them in shadow...he instead turned his gaze to her to admire the svelte figure. His eyes traced down over her curves, before giving a small noise of response to her statement. It was obvious he was trying to approach this the right way, yet something was already tickling in the back of his mind, the feeling and undercurrent of what it meant to be in the presence of someone who needed so badly to be told what to do. And how much he wanted to tell her what to do. Unknown to him it started turning just the tiniest bit as to what he could get out of this, and his teeth clamped together, because everyone had needs did they not? Just as Noel was attempting to come to terms with hers, Dr. Ingram was struggling with one of his own...however, she was waiting for a response, like a computer waiting for input from the user before it could do it's job. Finally he spoke in that direct fashion that was his manner, hiding nothing from her as he leaned back against the hood of her car. You don't make that happen and that's the problem. Someone else can do the job, maybe not as well as you can, but someone else can. You rely on structure, you need it, and I can respect that. You have to ask yourself deep down, completely and honestly, how far would you go to convince me to let you go back to work? Seriously consider what that response is...and you'll understand how bad things really are.
Thread: Homebrew high-fantasy world, sort of GM style. Time to hunt monsters!

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Thread: Homebrew high-fantasy world, sort of GM style. Time to hunt monsters!

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Thread: Dark and Romantic Plots Within: Celeana's 1x1 Search

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Thread: Dark and Romantic Plots Within: Celeana's 1x1 Search

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Thread: Dark and Romantic Plots Within: Celeana's 1x1 Search

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