06-01-2024, 09:23 PM
== I is for Imbecile ==
Tyra's head hung as Elias answered, still seemingly oblivious to the danger of just five minutes with a capable interviewer. That has been his chance to blame the confession on alcohol or stress or being mad at her or any number of things but he'd doubled down on his stupidity.
Does no one teach "admit nothing, deny everything and counter accuse" anymore? she thought as she rubbed her forehead.
Yet when he stated he'd mentioned Pomn, the desire to wrap her hands around his throat and squeeze roared right back to life. The only thing that stopped the urge was the fact that he looked like he'd probably prefer her to just put him out of his misery.
The redhead shifted slightly, turning her so slightly as she first looked up high in the room and then towards the further corner by the wall. There were certain telltale ways to determine if the recording was truly turned off, one being the solid pinpoint greenlight near the corner of the door that turned red when active and the other being the fact that she could tell the system wasn't tracking her movements like it would when it was recording. However, that didn't mean no one was watching.
"You're an idiot. I didn't think you were capable of topping previous stupidity and yet here we are. I don't--"
“I assume from the way you are talking to Ben, we’ve past the point of asking ‘what the **** is wrong with you?" The voice was familiar, soothingly so, but she didn't put the pieces together until it continued to talk.
“Is this why I’ve had so much brass up my ass that I’m spitting up pips, or that everytime I use the refresher I’m practically a human deadbolt? Cause there is only one thing I can think of that would wrangle me into some hot ****ing mess. Somebody mentioned our long ago 'friendly' vacation?”
Tyra turned at the voice, her long hair whipping at the fast movement. She blinked for a second and then, a slow smile curled her lips, warm and affectionate. Her feet seemed to move on autopilot, her right hand gently tugging on his uniform jacket to straighten it -- and probably to make sure it was real.
"Those look good on you," she said softly, her other hand reaching up to smooth the pips on his collar.
She'd just reached the last pip when it seemed the smile almost melted off her face, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth in a look Nathan had likely only seen one other time, in the middle of a deserted corridor deep in the heart of the Getty.
"Did he call you here?" She asked, though she didn't give Nathan a chance to answer before she was turning on Elias with lightning speed. "Did you call him?"
She shifted back towards her former position. "Because while I understand you two share a single brain cell capable of making good decisions and I'd say it's fair to say that Nathan has primary custody at the moment, even your dumbest brain cells, devoid of all common sense, should be able to see how stupid each decision you've made has been."
"In fact, there's only one scenario where all of these decisions make even a little sense, especially your decisions to bring certain things to light and to talk without any representation. And I'd like to think you aren't that stupid but look where we are..."
She shifted closer to the forcefield, her lips centimeters from the energy field. Clearly she knew exactly how close she could get. "So I'm going to ask you this once and if I found out that you lied to me here, I will bury you so deep that you will wish the Federation practiced executions," her words were low, low enough that Nathan likely would have had to step forward to hear her.
"Are you selling someone down the ******* river? And I don't mean me but if I found out you're taking him or Cera... Or even Damian or Jenny on a ride with you, I will ******* end you."
== Tag! ==
Tyra's head hung as Elias answered, still seemingly oblivious to the danger of just five minutes with a capable interviewer. That has been his chance to blame the confession on alcohol or stress or being mad at her or any number of things but he'd doubled down on his stupidity.
Does no one teach "admit nothing, deny everything and counter accuse" anymore? she thought as she rubbed her forehead.
Yet when he stated he'd mentioned Pomn, the desire to wrap her hands around his throat and squeeze roared right back to life. The only thing that stopped the urge was the fact that he looked like he'd probably prefer her to just put him out of his misery.
The redhead shifted slightly, turning her so slightly as she first looked up high in the room and then towards the further corner by the wall. There were certain telltale ways to determine if the recording was truly turned off, one being the solid pinpoint greenlight near the corner of the door that turned red when active and the other being the fact that she could tell the system wasn't tracking her movements like it would when it was recording. However, that didn't mean no one was watching.
"You're an idiot. I didn't think you were capable of topping previous stupidity and yet here we are. I don't--"
“I assume from the way you are talking to Ben, we’ve past the point of asking ‘what the **** is wrong with you?" The voice was familiar, soothingly so, but she didn't put the pieces together until it continued to talk.
“Is this why I’ve had so much brass up my ass that I’m spitting up pips, or that everytime I use the refresher I’m practically a human deadbolt? Cause there is only one thing I can think of that would wrangle me into some hot ****ing mess. Somebody mentioned our long ago 'friendly' vacation?”
Tyra turned at the voice, her long hair whipping at the fast movement. She blinked for a second and then, a slow smile curled her lips, warm and affectionate. Her feet seemed to move on autopilot, her right hand gently tugging on his uniform jacket to straighten it -- and probably to make sure it was real.
"Those look good on you," she said softly, her other hand reaching up to smooth the pips on his collar.
She'd just reached the last pip when it seemed the smile almost melted off her face, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth in a look Nathan had likely only seen one other time, in the middle of a deserted corridor deep in the heart of the Getty.
"Did he call you here?" She asked, though she didn't give Nathan a chance to answer before she was turning on Elias with lightning speed. "Did you call him?"
She shifted back towards her former position. "Because while I understand you two share a single brain cell capable of making good decisions and I'd say it's fair to say that Nathan has primary custody at the moment, even your dumbest brain cells, devoid of all common sense, should be able to see how stupid each decision you've made has been."
"In fact, there's only one scenario where all of these decisions make even a little sense, especially your decisions to bring certain things to light and to talk without any representation. And I'd like to think you aren't that stupid but look where we are..."
She shifted closer to the forcefield, her lips centimeters from the energy field. Clearly she knew exactly how close she could get. "So I'm going to ask you this once and if I found out that you lied to me here, I will bury you so deep that you will wish the Federation practiced executions," her words were low, low enough that Nathan likely would have had to step forward to hear her.
"Are you selling someone down the ******* river? And I don't mean me but if I found out you're taking him or Cera... Or even Damian or Jenny on a ride with you, I will ******* end you."
== Tag! ==