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Post by Bennett Halverson on Jan 6, 2013 7:31:36 GMT -5
Bennett gave a soft sigh and placed her tea cup down on the desk. She straightened up a few of the pencils lined up next to a pad of paper, before pushing the tea cup away from the edge of the desk. Today would be a long day. Her first meeting with this... this young girl whom Mr. Roman wished her to work with. She had always believed he was crazy, and his increasing pressure on building larger and faster wiping technologies had only served to build upon that initial impression. But this? This was madness! He was bringing in a young girl to work with one of the most secretive and highly advanced businesses in the world and he didn't expect that to go wrong?
Bennett couldn't say she particularly agreed with anything to do with the Dollhouse anymore, so perhaps this was just a knock on feeling of annoyance that had appeared. But even the brunette, with her slightly warped moral codes, knew this was going a little to far. What they were doing here could damage that poor girl, or turn her into some sort of monster.
What exactly was Dick planning? What jobs was Bennett supposed to give her and how could she teach her everything there was to know. Her files weren't that impressive at all, and after a quick search she had found that all the school grades and towns she had visited were lies. Completely and utterly false. And to add insult to injure this girl was supposed to act as a body guard for her as well? Madness. Definite madness.
Bennett sighed and rubbed at her temple softly. Outwardly she didn't look too disturbed at all, but she had long ago learnt to keep emotions locked away if they were to be kept safe. A soft knock on her door interrupted her thoughts, and she glanced up with curious eyes to examine the blonde on the other side of the glass door. "Grace, could you please let that girl into my lab and then leave us for a few hours? You shall have to take care of Cassandra for me. The imprint is already in the machine."
"Yes, miss," Grace nodded and gave a hesitant smile as she moved over to open the door and sweep out past the girl, giving the blonde the instruction to enter carefully and quietly.
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Post by Emma on Jan 6, 2013 10:20:43 GMT -5
The young blonde gave the entire floor a wary glare as she stepped off the lift. This whole situation was just crazy, and Emma didn't know if the reality had actually sunk in yet. When she had been offered a job, a chance to join in with Roman's plans - at least for the moment - she had agreed without much hesitation. For the pain of being shot, the pain of slowly dying and feeling life slip away was too much for her to go against. But now Emma wasn't sure she had made the best choice. Part of her and thought that upon hearing her daughter had not returned from the task she had been set, her mother would search for her and find her. That members of the tribe would do the same. But they had not, nothing had changed, no one had come after her and she was stuck. No way out. The only option being to push through and to keep her head down.
Stepping out and into the area that was obviously the laboratory part of the building, she gazed about curiously. Though science was held quite highly in her eyes she couldn't even hazard a guess at what half of the machines she could see did. Of course, when she took on the job as an assistant, a servant and bodyguard she had been told a little about the work the company did. Selling people basically, and that had churned her insides a little but she had been quick to push that aside. At any rate, she had been told people were only here for a few years before they were allowed to leave and that checks were placed before people sent away with a client. Emma knew people were 'programmed' but how that worked and just what exactly the dolls were made to do was still unclear. Hopefully she'd find out soon.
Upon reaching a glass door to an area sectioned off by glass walls, Emma watched for a second as a young looking brunette tried to contain what appeared to be a headache. Pausing for a second, the blonde rapped lightly on the door and watched as an older woman opened it and ushered her in with a few warnings. Keep quiet? Well, she hadn't exactly been planning to shout. Did the woman think her a baby? She wrinkled her nose as she watched the woman move away before walking towards the desk. "Uh. Hello there. I'm Emma. The new assistant, though I'm sure you know that already."
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Post by Bennett Halverson on Jan 6, 2013 12:38:11 GMT -5
Bennett tapped her fingers lightly on the hard wooden desk-top as the young girl made her way forwards. She seemed unused to her surroundings, which made obvious sense, but there was an inner confidence to her as well. Her upbringing perhaps? That had been one thing Bennett's snooping had not been able to figure out. How odd. Her eyes flickered over to the computer screens of the two high tech laptops on her desk and noted with grim satisfaction that everything was going to plan. As the young blonde spoke, Bennett gave a slight nod of her head and a soft smile before turning back to the laptop and bringing up a scan of the girls brain. She was more comfortable with scans than with people but there seemed no way out of this encounter.
"Hello Emma. My name is Bennett Halverson. Just Bennett will do fine, but I don't appreciate nicknames." If the statement had come from someone older, perhaps of the opposite gender and looking more fierce it would have seemed to be a threat. From Bennett, in her soft, lilting voice, it just seemed to be an odd mixture of words and a suggestion. Hopefully the young blonde would be smart enough to realise that she could be just as tough as anyone else out there - dead arm, soft voice or not. She shook her head lightly, brushing loose strands of hair of her face and perching her glasses on her nose. "You'd do well not to inquire into me more than that, in fact, looking deeper into anyone here at this company would just put you in... a touch of trouble, shall I say?" She gave a soft smile again, though there was a hint of sadness there.
Taking a deep breath she stood up and dusted herself off lightly. "Would you like some tea, perhaps?" She gestured towards the corner of her little office, where a lovely and quaint kettle stood. Her eyes now turned back to this Emma and she started to properly take her in. What was it about this young kid that made Dick think she was a capable enough bodyguard that Bennett now had to teach her about this crazy job in order to keep her here.
"I don't suppose anyone else has gone over the details of this little set-up that we have going on over here, have they? There's a lot to take in... I shall do my best, but some things are left to go unsaid." She sighed slightly, adjusting the sling on her left arm before making her way around from the back of her desk. "I shall be able to give you a tour of this floor but the other places you will have to explore yourself - and by that I mean you will need permission from those higher up. But I don't think you'll find yourself needing to do so. This floor, the lab, is the most important and interesting place of them all."
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