[OPEN]

[quarkylass]

Characters: Jade Harley (AU) and YOU.
Setting: Floor 17.
Format: Starting in brackets, I'll change to suit you!
Summary: Perhaps writing down 'i really like it here' on that application was not a good idea...
Warnings: Paranoia due to GROUP B SHENANIGANS. Little girls attempting to starve themselves.

Comments

[tempustemporum]

[Ienzo had slept a good three hours past what he normally did. He did not notice or care. The next few hours (or was it...?) had been spent staring vacantly at the ceiling over his bed. Only just now had the unpleasable, overbearing part of his mind told him that he needed to Get Up and Be Productive.]

[Never mind that there was nothing to be productive about[Research on this damned tower was becoming lesser and lesser; he had just stopped trying, though of course if anyone pointed this out, he would have insisted that the lack of information made for absolutely nothing to do. The work he had done before had brought frustratingly sparse results, and he'd been doing this for four months... five months? He'd stopped keeping track

[quarkylass]

[ She notices him, of course; the grip she has on her hair rightens as she watches him. Jade doesn't know this person well -- what if he's watching her? What if he's there to report on her to some unknown entity, the likes of which wants to send her back to her home? Back to destruction, to nonexistence? ]

What do you want?

[tempustemporum]

[Oh, look, there's someone over there. Ienzo finally looks up, expressionless as usual.]

...i was hoping... to do something. anything.

[But as it turns out, he was now doing exactly what he had been doing before, just with a slightly different backdrop.]

[quarkylass]

I understand.

[ She might be scooting a little closer. Certainly not to decide whether he's a spy, of course not. ]

[tempustemporum]

[Good, because he doesn't.]

[He does, however, notice her slight scooch towards him. If she goes any closer he may actually be forced to move for once this week, and go to a different corner of the room or something. But why did she move in the first place? She sounded so distrustful -- is this girl scared?]

[...He'd better not take any chances.]

[quarkylass]

[ She is terrified -- the movement stops when he doesn't say anything. ]

Um.

[tempustemporum]

...what?

[The question came out more forcefully than he intended.]