will I ever regret the line

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Who: Hester Shaw, Medic, Heavy, possibly Anna Fang later
What: He just wanted to examine it. For science. Honestly.
Where: Medic's office
When: Thursday, after school
Warnings: Strong language, fighting

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[shoothimfirst]

Kurt looked up from his files and smiled. His smile wasn't reassuring; it was rather unsettling to look at. He gave a slight chuckle as he looked Hester over.

"There you are," he said in an almost playful manner, "have a seat, ja?"

He gestured to the unoccupied chair in front of his desk.

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Hester sat and yawned behind her scarf. The chair was cold on her skin, which helped to keep her awake against the sleep she'd been fighting all day. This was shaping up to be a boring afternoon.

[shoothimfirst]

Kurt leaned forward a little bit, examining her with a clinical look. It was questionable whether or not he had a bit of human empathy left in him.

"I just have a few...questions to ask you, Fraulein Shaw. Your file in particular stood out," he explained in an almost bored tone, thumbing through the pages in her file idly.

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Hester was slightly on her guard. This man was as cold as any of the nebbishy functionaries the British government sent to examine government kids. Cold as the metal of his stethoscope. If she'd paid more attention in history class, comparisons to Mengele might have come to mind.

"Yeah, sure."

[windflowerfeng]

Anna hummed to herself as strode the wall ways, her light aviatrix boots squeaked on the polished linoleum ever so slightly. We could be glad for winter return, and thus the ability to wear her heavy fur lined jacket again. Anna always felt a bit naked with out it.

And then like a hurricane, there was Hester seeming more disgruntled than normal. She was here after school was out, so Anna assumed the girl has landed into detention again, or she didn't think to much of it.

"Hester!" Anna called out to her ward with a warm smile, hoping what ever fouled the girl's spirits, she could turn around. "Still hanging around? I didn't think you liked this place that much."

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Oh of all the people.

There was a brief urge to run into Ms. Anna's arms that Hester supressed as quickly and ruthlessly as a peasant uprising in Latin America.

Instead she adjusted the scarf which was retied even tighter this time. "Oh. Hi Ms. Anna."

[windflowerfeng]

"Would you mind giving me a hand?" Anna held out half the stack of papers. not heavy, but now Anna assured she girl would stay and talk for a few minutes.

"And you don't have to call me 'miss', Hester. How many times do i have to say it?" She smiled playfully at her ward, her noticed the tight lines on the girls face, that familiar look of irritation in her eyes.

"Something go on Hester? You look a little wound up?"

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Hester could only shake her head. She wanted to cry or scream or bleed or stab something over and over. She didn't want to talk more though. That would give her away.

She took the papers, glad of the distraction.