Guard Seminar.

[GEORGE DARAN]

George was sat on his chair on the roof, camera screens before his amd the sniper at his side. The beacon hadn't gone off since the day he met that annoying shifter who damaged his leg. Luckily the people at SHIFT did good work and he could barely feel the pain register anymore.

He was polishing his pistol, all the chambers seperated and a tub of metal polish next to him. "Hmph," he grunted as he scrubbed at a particularly resiliant spec of rust. The rust went after a minute of his furious scrubbing and her flicked his eyes towards the screens, where ther was not a soul to be seen. He returned to his gun and continued to clean.

After about half an hour he was completely satisfied and reassembled his gun, all was well in his world. He did, however, expect something completely crap to happen to him soon and sure enough someone ws speaking to him on his earpiece, "Mr. Daran please report to the guards office,"

George hobbled down some stairs and into teh elevator what took him to the lab level where the guard office was situated. He hadn't looked round many other places on this level but he knew it was where most of the experiments happened. He entered through teh door to the guards office and wasn't surprised when eh was other guards here aswell, they had been expecting a check up.

"Good lord here we go again," George said to another guard he was on good terms with before sighing and facing the front for a long speech about job precision when the whole building was left in a weaker guarded state, the corporation using untrained 'backup' guards.

An hour later George left the seminar and was instructed to stay on the ground for the rest of the work day to give the other guards a 'reason to be payed' as his superior put it. But that didn't mean he'd slack off, oh no. He went to one of the firing ranges close to the office and began to practise some more.

The firing range was mostly empty save a few trainees so he could strtch himself out, using three lanes to himself and picking off each target what popped uo quickly. Nobody could rival him.

[ANNABELLE HARVEST]

Out of work she had hundreds of things she could do. Inside, she had thousands. The amount of people that worked at SHIFT- from scientists, to guards, to desk clerks and even a few people in charge of all of those- Harvi generally didn’t have a moment were she was doing nothing. After tidying up a couple of messes some of her team had made the petite female had decided a good old wander was called for. Though she didn’t know exactly where she was heading, her feet soon took her in the direction a few familiar guards were taking.

It must have been afternoon, but she hadn’t looked out a window since arriving for work. She’d been so caught up in developments that time had slipped her- and she didn’t much care for watches.

It came as no surprise to Harvi that she found the guards, every single one of them, being given a lecture. It was amusing, she could see on every single face that they’d hard all this before, countless times. Catching a few of the more attractive young men she winked playfully, a hand flicking back a few stray hairs. She’d catch their names at some point. Pushing herself off of the door frame she found herself leaning on, Harvi turned on her heel and started heading off to some other part. She had some free time, her team were doing all the boring work for her so she needn’t worry about all that bother.

The only decent time-killer Harvi could think of was the firing ranges. It wasn’t long before she reached the closest, more empty ones and she picked up a one of the provided guns. Though she didn’t carry one herself she came her often enough to know how to use the weapon. It was a good stress reliever- especially when she pictured someone’s face on the target. Couldn’t beat blowing their faces off and then seeing them again the next day. It was laughable.

One hand held the gun, finger on the trigger, the other keeping it steady. Harvi only fired a few times and then she found she really wasn’t in the mood. Nothing stressful had really happened and so far she was on a neutral level with everyone. When she noticed one of the guards from earlier enter her interest peak and she found herself walking gracefully over to him. “Hey there handsome.” Was her greeting, Harvi’s indigo gaze scanning the male up and down. He was well built, which was to be expected considering his occupation.

[GEORGE DARAN]

George shot one final target in the head before stopping and, keeping an even face, said to the newcomer, "You're a good shot for a scientist," he said to the small woman. He knew she was a scientist because if your called to a room once every few weeks you pick faces out of crowds when you're bored. He had seen her working on a few test subjects and to be honest she seemed rather scary to the well built sniper.

The way she treated her subjects with such a detatchment he was surprised she actually felt any emotions, let alone called someone 'handsome'. He looked at her and said, "What's your name again?" as if they ahd met a long time ago, which for all he knew they could have. He smiled at her gothic appearance and wondered how she was a scientist rather than a band member.

He strapped his gun to his back and then set into a more comfortable stance, like he was back on his chair with nothing to do but take pop shots. He had never really taken an interest in the science aspect of shift, he knew what they were doing he just didnt care that much, but then again an opertunity hadnt revealed itself for him to learn more from when he strated working for them until now, "Hey," he said, "Would you mind showing me around the labs?"

[ANNABELLE HARVEST]

Knowing someone and that someone being familiar turned out to be two completely different things. She was having a hard time pinning a name to his face and after a few moments of thinking hard about it her face became slightly creased by a small frown. When he spoke she couldn’t help but smile. She liked hearing comments like that. Most of the time- or in her case, the people in her team- where all old, they even smelt old. What could it be described as? Death? Harvi mentally shrugged, her head tilting to the side ever so slightly. She stepped closer to the male, she was relatively shorter than him and found she had to look up, but she wasn’t fazed one bit.

They way he asked for her name reminded Harvi of various moments where she witnessed the meeting of two long lost friends, though in those moments the question was a little more awkward. “Harvi.” Her answer was simple, to-the-point. Names were the most boring part of a conversation after all and it always reminded her of her awful one. Annabelle. Who named their child something so... So... She couldn’t find a word for it, but it just seemed like a nice girl name. It certainly didn’t sound like it was designed to be taken seriously. It was almost a joke in itself.

Harvi walked over to a nearby table and perched on the edge, one leg folding over the other. She casually leaned back, eyes trailing back up the mans body to finally lock with his gaze. A smirked pulled at the corners of her mouth, “Show you around the labs?” She pursed her lips, feigning thought. “Maybe if I knew you better.” She winked, a playful gleam lighting those purple pools.

[GEORGE DARAN]

"I'm George," he said after she finished speaking. He was intrigued by the girl and her flirty tendancies but somehow didn't take them all too seriously, maybe it was the size, she just seemed like a child, even though she was older than him.

"Well sure you know me," George said with a smile, "I'm the one stopping every elephant shifter from beating down the walls of this facility and keeping your precious experiments safe. I think im entitled to know what it is im protecting." he thought for another moment, "And I'm keeping the pretty scientists like yourself safe," he was sure this would get some reaction from the girl, which wouldn't be bad at all.

He grinned to himself, took off his shades revealing his green eyes and looked. Where he looked wasn't the point he was just keeping himself from seeming too interested in the girl. Following the rule 'Treat them mean keep them keen' hadn't worked well with him in the past considering he owned a gun and his definition of mean is shooting them, but he was applying a softer version of the tactic this time.

[ANNABELLE HARVEST]

“I'm George,”

Harvi tumbled the time around her mind for a moment, tried it out, and burned it to her memory. She had a good memory, which most often proved useful when it came down to it. An eyebrow raised as George spoke, reply to what she had said previously. She offered a small smile, leant back on her hands. “Wow. Sounds like hard work.” She drawled while he had a moment to think about something or other. Well, she wouldn’t exactly call that knowing someone. More like, relying on them to make sure no one makes her go wrong when she’s doing an experiment. That wouldn’t go down well, and sure enough, Harvi would bring down a storm on the person responsible.

Flattery. Not that she was complaining but, as she would know, it usually meant that person wanted something. And Harvi figured she already knew what it was that he wanted- considering her said not long ago that he wanted to see the labs. And she was a scientist that worked there. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together. But~ She thought she’d play along a little, after all it could turn out to be quite amusing. Harvi blinked a couple of times, a hand reaching up to brush back her hair from her eyes.

She had to admit, she was impressed by the green colour of his eyes. Though she preferred darker eyes, they were resembling of some kind a jewel and it would have been hard for anyone to say they were anything but beautiful. Which was odd and contrasted heavily with his tough-guy appearance. “So Mr. Guard.” She started, “Shot any of my lovely’s recently?” By her ‘lovely’s’ she was referring to the SHIFT experiments, she was fascinated with them, and although they had been freed she still managed to keep tabs on them. She liked to know what her little ‘pets’ had been up to.

[GEORGE DARAN]

George thought it over for a few seconds before deciding to tell her about the encounter with Ms. Frost. "I wouldn't say i've shot any, but i've shot at one, with live bullets." he felt the need to add the last bit considering that his sniper was kitted with tranqulisers, "We met in the underground when i was dropping off a knocked out trespasser, her and some frend started badgering me. Do you know a Ms. Frost?"

He smiled for a second after she brushed her hair back. He, as he was sure many others were, was attracted to the small female infront of him, but he was sure the feeling wasn't completely mutual. "So... about this tour?" he asked again, "It wouldn't be fair for me to come all the way down here for a long talk and then have nothing to do for a few hours."

He had hoped he was appealing to her good nature, but then again he wasn't sure she had a good nature. He then realised he was attracted to a girl he knew nothing about, not the first time it happened but it could be the most problematic, they worked together, however loosely, and it could ruin both of their professional reputations and whatever friendship, or more, they could have.

[ANNABELLE HARVEST]

“Do I know her?” Harvi thought about it for a moment, “Sure I do.” A smile graced her face. “I know all of them. She’s the lynx right? Solidus?” She wasn’t expecting him to actually know that much detail on her, but she had been speaking mainly for her own benefit. Harvi found that speaking her thoughts helped a lot more than simply thinking them- no matter her crazy it might make her look she could sometimes be seen talking to herself, quietly, but talking all the same. “I hope you didn’t hurt her.” Her tone didn’t sound serious in the slightest when first hearing it, but if you listened close enough when she said it, anyone could have told there had been a hint of threat in her voice.

Her smile became a grin, George once again bringing up his ‘tour of the lab’. To be honest, Harvi wasn’t entirely sure she was even allowed to show anyone around down there. Not that she saw any harm in doing it, especially when he already knew so much about SHIFT. Perhaps seeing the experiments for himself would turn his curiosity into horrified, quiet obedience. After all, if SHIFT could do that, what else could they do? “I must admit. That was a long, boring talk.” She yawned as if to prove her point, having been there for just about all of it she had felt to energy drain away from everybody as they had been forced to listen. Such boring things were worth forgetting.

After thinking about it, Harvi was starting to see the up side in showing him around. It would mean he would stop interrupting the conversation for something as silly as that. The labs, surely, wouldn’t be that interesting for a guard? “I might show you around.” Harvi played with a section of her hair, twisting it around her finger. She cocked her head innocently, “Or I might not...” She looked up at the ceiling, as if she had been talking to herself, but her gaze flicked back down to George after a short while. The ceiling was boring whereas George... Well, he wasn’t exactly unattractive.

[GEORGE DARAN]

George lifted up his pant leg to show Harvi the damage that Frost had done toh im, "I think she hurt me more, i just pop shotted at her," he smiled and then contemplated something for a short while before turning back to Harvi just as she started to twist her hair around her fingers.

George didn't exactly blush when he caught Harvi staring at him, he just coughed into his hand, a strange reaction by any means. He smiled and let one of his hands fall close to ehr, wondering what the reaction would be. Even though they were usually gloved he had taken them off and left them in his 'snipers nest'.

"And why mightn't you?" he asked curiously, wondering what reason she could have, "Would you have m,e do a favour first or something?" he internally wondered what favours they could be if she wanted one and the first what sprung to mind was a kiss, which he didn't object to at all, but he knew it was un likely.

[ANNABELLE HARVEST]

Harvi inspected George’s wound an eyebrow raising. “Impressive...” She muttered sarcastically. Well, at least her beauties knew how to handle themselves. She leant back shortly after looking at his wound, eyes lazily travelling back up his body to connect with his emerald gaze.

A smile pulled at her mouth at his reaction to her staring, her eyes momentarily leaving his as she looked at his hand which had dropped close to her. His hands were slightly paler than the rest of his arm, a sign he frequently wore gloves but today had left them out. She figured it suited his appearance, though he looked fine without them as well.

“Oh I don’t know... A little thing called rules... And regulations.” Her head cocked to the side, a giggle escaped her slightly parted lips at the next thing he said. Pushing herself off the table to land softly on her feet, Harvi stepped closer to George, the petite female having to stand on her tip-toes to get her head at the same level as his. Her fingers slipped in between the gaps of his, her mouth centimetres from his. It was very teasing, and her indigo gaze was watching for the slightest reaction. “A favour...” Her head tilted backwards, but only slight, as if she were having to think hard about it. “Perhaps...” She blinked innocently, “... You...” Her free hand lifted up her index finger tracing circles on the males muscular chest, “...And I...” It was always fun to drag things out. People thought things, many things, that always bought out some kind reaction. The pause between her words dragged out, her lips still close to his as she waited, and waited a little more. “...Could...” She lightly poked his chest, her eyes gleaming playfully. “...Go on a date.” It was the most simple thing anyone could ask for; it was kind of amusing. With her tongue poking out slightly, Harvi landed back fully on her feet, the female shrinking considerably.