This is me taking back control of my life. What the *&^% have you done lately?
Perfect Enemy is an advanced writing RPG inspired by the worlds of the Jumper and Wanted movies. People aren't as they seem, and the truth isn't necessarily important.
The fate of mankind is decided by a binary code written in a fabric woven by an ancient Fraternity of assassins, but the story that's told here isn't binary. It isn't black and white, good and bad, light and dark, like the Paladins teach. It's what's in between that counts. And it's in those in-between places that the Jumpers roam. It's an intricate dance, woven together like something from The Loom of Fate. Where do you fit in?
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Re: Finding Hunter. « Result #1 on Nov 20, 2009, 10:40pm »
Dawn is pleased with the evening over all. At no point does Flash turn out to be out to get her or anything like that. He seems almost as socially awkward as she is. The night seems over before long, and Dawn tries to hide her disappointment. She likes the company, but she knows she can't ask Flash to hang around any longer, not the first night.
When dinner is over and the table is cleaned up Dawn hops with Flash towards the door. She isn't exactly going to walk out with him to the car, but she'll at least see him to the door. Dawn smiles sweetly as Flash gathers the last of his things.
"It's no problem, thank you for bringing me home and to the store." Dawn says.
"See you around? At the gym?" She asks hopefully.
For all she knows Flash may be just stopping through doing outsourcing textile stuff, or traveling, or something. He seems familiar with the area, and she got the idea that he lives around here, but that doesn't mean he's going to be around.
Re: Finding Hunter. « Result #2 on Nov 20, 2009, 10:28pm »
Flash takes a seat on the chair across from Dawn, draping his arms over the sides. What does he do, besides badminton? He blinks. That's a tough one. It's the type of question that usually involves a reply about occupation (which is a no-no) or a person's personal life (which he is sorely lacking). He tries not to flounder in front of her as he decides on the best way to respond.
"I uh, work in textiles," he answers, keeping his voice as neutral as possible. "I do a lot of their... outsourcing, and the like. Get to travel a lot...."
Which is... entirely true, actually. Just not in the way one would normally assume. Many of the Fraternity members have perfected cover stories for situations such as this, but Flash hasn't really ever needed one. He's only been in the Fraternity a little over two years and he's yet to have a steady girlfriend in that time, and his few one night standers certainly weren't concerned with his occupation. He hasn't spoken to his family in much longer, and his only friends are those from the Fraternity itself. Having to explain his job without actually explaining it is a lot harder than he realized.
Of course, explaining that you assassinate innocent people because a piece of fabric has decided that they will bring many, many people to their deaths isn't easy to explain, either.
"And badminton's about it," he adds, glad to switch back to a more comfortable subject. "I'm not really built for sports like football or basketball, and soccer is just... no."
He's not too keen on soccer. Why the hell anyone would want to headbutt a hard, leather-cased ball is beyond him, let alone that whole thing about 'not using your hands.' Hands were meant to be used, plain and simple. Unless you're a double-amputee there is no reason to act like your limbs are useless.
They talk some more about badminton and the like, filling the silence with slightly awkward, yet continuing conversation. It seems much sooner than expected when the kitchen timer goes off and Flash moves to take the turkey out of the oven so Dawn can serve it.
The food is very good, which is not all that surprising, considering how good it smelled. Flash eats a solid helping, even going back for seconds of the turkey before they finish. He helps her clear the table, demanding that she rest her ankle some more. Eventually, it reaches that time when it becomes socially dictated that he leave, not having received an invitation to stay.
He's not really put out about it, though. He enjoyed a great meal, some interesting conversation, and he's hopeful that an invitation may be extended again some time in the future. If not, he'll have her under surveillance anyway. They're bound to meet up again.
"Thanks again for dinner," he says, getting ready to leave. "I haven't had a home cooked meal like that in far too long."
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Re: Finding Hunter. « Result #3 on Nov 18, 2009, 7:50pm »
Dawn waits patiently while Flash is in the bathroom. Usually men are quite prompt, but she doesn't typically keep male company. Woman take their time in the bathroom, and look in the mirror, wash and dry, and everyone snoops in bathrooms at least a little. There are interesting things in bathrooms, perfumes to smell, make-up instruments to decipher, brightly colored hair product packages to look at, lots of things.
When Flash returns Dawn smiles, looking over her shoulder at him slightly when he speaks. It is beginning to smell delicious, now that he mentions it.
"I hope so." She comments.
"So what do you do besides badminton?" Dawn asks pleasantly once Flash sits again. It's clear that she isn't the snooping type, but she wants to make conversation with him.
"Are you a sports guy all around or is badminton just your sport of choice?" Dawn asks playfully. Badminton isn't exactly the manliest sport around. It's not the usual choice for cross-sport players. You don't find many football players on the badminton court on the off-season.
Re: Finding Hunter. « Result #4 on Nov 18, 2009, 7:33pm »
"Thanks," he says, offering her a smile as he pushes off the table and makes his way toward the small hallway. Visibly, his eyes scope out the living room and hall in a manner similar to one taking in their surroundings for the first time--just looking around. In reality, his eyes are flitting along the edges of the walls, ceiling and furniture pieces, noting anywhere that could discreetly conceal a camera or an audio bug.
He passes the bedroom, his eyes immediately drawn to the unmade bed before shifting elsewhere. He focuses back on selecting good surveillance points; anywhere in the main room would work, as well as just inside the bedroom doorway and the back corners of the hall.
Inside the bathroom, he shuts the door behind him, taking a break from scoping out the place long enough to relieve himself and wash his hands, splashing the cool water on his face. He pats himself dry with the nearby hand towel before letting out a long breath, looking into the mirror.
He fixes flyaway hair on the side of his head and looks around the bathroom, peaking around as so many people do to others' bathrooms. Her bathroom is surprisingly organized for a woman, without billions of torture tools laid out on the counter. Sure, they say it's for curling eyebrows, but it looks a lot more like twisted nutcracker to him.
Within a minute or so, he's done snooping and has collected his thoughts to return to Dawn. He can smell the marinade from her cooking as he steps out.
"It smells great in here," he says, smiling. "I bet it's going to be delicious."
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Re: Finding Hunter. « Result #5 on Nov 17, 2009, 11:31pm »
Dawn does her best to hide it, but a touch of blush is clear on her face. She knows she's in good shape, but a lot of things sound different or mean different things when an attractive young man says them. It's nice to get compliments, and also nice to know that she won't have to scrap her hiking plans.
"Of course not." Dawn answers.
Turning around, Dawn leans back on the wicker loveseat and points towards the back of the house, towards the kitchen side. The only thing resembling a hallway or a regular closed floor plan lies behind the wall defining the side of the kitchen. There is a door to the bedroom on the back wall, which Flash will pass on his right. A small door past that is a linen closet. Finally, at the end of the mock hallway is a moderately sized bathroom. All of the doors are open besides the linen closet.
"The last door there in the back." Dawn gestures.
As he goes past, Flash will see a bedroom that matches the free-flowing beach feel of the house. A queen size bed sits on a simple bed frame in the corner of the room. Only white sheets are on the unmade bed along with a few oversized pillows. A large window on the back wall has a thin curtain blowing in the breeze. There is a worn old desk in the corner opposite the bed, on the same far wall. The dressers and bedroom closet seem to be against the inner wall of the room, just out of sight for Flash. There doesn't seem to be much in the way of notable personable possessions within the room, just standard household necessities.
Re: Finding Hunter. « Result #6 on Nov 17, 2009, 11:17pm »
Flash listens when Dawn explains why she was asking about the weather. She wants to go hiking. Other than being glad that she's not treating him like a creeper or trying to get him to leave, he's also glad that she's volunteering some information about herself. That makes the job he came here to do a lot easier.
"You should be fine by then," Flash reassures her. "I've had my share of sprains, they heal fast." Especially when you've got a lovely bath o' wax to sit in. "And you're in great shape, so that'll help it heal faster."
Which, of course, is purely a scientific observation, not a casual remark on her fitness level. Though one would have to be blind to realize that Dawn isn't ridiculously fit....
"Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" he asks, the question seemingly coming out of no where. He does actually have to go, it's been a while since he left his little apartment. Not to mention, the time away from Dawn and a splash of cool water to the face might make this go a little smoother. And scoping out her house is always a good idea, too.
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Re: Finding Hunter. « Result #7 on Nov 17, 2009, 10:57pm »
Dawn nods as she listens to Flash's response. She smiles at his comment about horoscopes. That means that hopefully it will be nice. She had been wondering about whether or not she should leave the house open. The place is full of windows and doors that are, at the moment, open and allowing the air to travel in and out. Along with the stray dogs, and things of that nature.
"I guess I won't close everything up, then." Dawn says, sounding more like she's thinking aloud. It does at least give an answer to why she was asking about the weather, if Flash was curious.
Dawn begins her careful hop back to the living room where her ice-pack is waiting on the table. She sits carefully and places her ankle on the ice again, keeping the towel between her skin and the ziplock bag so she can actually tolerate the cold. Just knowing that the cold is good for you doesn't make it any less uncomfortable.
"I hope it stays nice through the weekend; I was going to go hiking hiking next week." Dawn says, again starting conversation. She looks down at her ankle now. "That's assuming I can actually hike by next week."
Re: Finding Hunter. « Result #8 on Nov 17, 2009, 10:45pm »
"No problem," Flash replies, stepping forward to take the pan from her before opening the oven, placing it on the middle of the rack. The adjusts the pan so it fits properly before closing the door and stepping away from the hot appliance to lean on the counter.
"It's supposed to be nice, I hear," he replies to her question about the weather. "But meteorology is about as accurate as horoscopes."
Which may or may not be very accurate, depending on whether or not Dawn believes such things. Flash doesn't, but he knows some people do. Stars that are billions of light years away do not influence people; people influence people--an ideal that underlines many of the principles of the Fraternity.
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Re: Finding Hunter. « Result #9 on Nov 17, 2009, 12:52am »
Once Dawn is done trying to teach the stray dog she returns to cooking, preheating the oven. She keeps a relaxed eye on Flash, noting occasionally that he just continues to stand around behind her and slightly to the side while she cooks. She's not too worried about him at this point, he seems perfectly nice. And the dog isn't attacking him or anything. They say dogs know that stuff.
Dawn works with a pleasant, but quiet hum to herself. She paints the liquid she'd prepared onto the turkey, giving it a shining seasoned coat in the pan. She prepares some vegetables around the turkey and leaves all the turkey juices in the pan with the bird and vegetables. She adds a little water and some finishing touches before it looks like everything is ready. Conveniently, Flash speaks up just as Dawn actually has something for him to do.
"Could you put the turkey in the oven for me?" Dawn asks with a sweet smile.
She could do it herself, but she knows that trying to squat and balance on one leg while holding a turkey in a pan is just not a good idea. Dawn hops aside to allow Flash to get at the counter and the turkey when he gives an affirmative answer. By now she has a clear path to hop because the dog has wandered off again. She looks around the visible parts of the house to see if the dog is still inside, but it seems like he has left completely, at least for the moment. Dawn reaches across the counter and grabs a timer sitting on the window behind the sink. She sets the timer before placing it back on the counter.
"Do you know what the weather is supposed to be like tonight?" Dawn asks idly, seeming like she may be thinking outloud, or saying what she's thinking solely to make conversation.
Re: Finding Hunter. « Result #10 on Nov 17, 2009, 12:39am »
Flash bites the inside of his cheek when Dawn steps away, clearly not wanting to let her go. He does, however, only to have to force back a groan when she bends over, unaware of the view she's giving him as she tries to instruct the dog.
"I'm sure," he says tightly when she comments on the dog's behavior. He takes a few steps away, leaning against the table as Dawn returns to cooking. Maybe if he's not so close, maybe if he tries to distract himself with other thoughts, he'll be able to focus.
The only problem with that plan is that his 'other thoughts' are consumed with his research and planning to find Hunter. ...Which means his mom. Dawn. Who is utterly oblivious to the effect she has on him.
So he turns to numbers.
36--The number of locations he traced Dawn through before he found her.
Nope, that's not working.
14. Fourteen is a good number. It's the age when he left for college. And his 4 years at MIT really sucked, but the years at Stanford were a lot more interesting. Except for the 16 months and $51,000 he spent on LSD and other party supplies. Which lead him to the Fraternity and 4 months and 3 weeks of torturous training, all so he could run missions, like the 17 assignments he's carried out so far. In fact, this is the 1st time he's not been on a mission that will end in death. Which is kinda cool, because he'd really like to 69 Hunter's mom, who's one hell of a 10....
Goddammit.
Dawn doesn't seem to notice his very long train of circular thinking, as she's still working on preparing the food when he looks back up. Clearing his throat, he asks, "Um... do you need some help? Anything you'd like me to do?"
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