--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Doc: “As security, your job should be pretty easy most of the time. There will be nights when the Loonies,” he paused and looked heavenward as though he could hear the Mother Superior yelling at him, “I mean.. Inmates are more rowdy than others. Most times you will not even need to engage. If they don’t want to eat or sleep, that is their choice. If they are tearing up their cell, do not enter it. That is what they want you to do. “They don’t know that you are five times stronger than they are. What they will know.. eventually, is that we have a night time female security officer and they will want to try their luck with you. Do not engage with them. They are all here because they are murderers.” He paused again, “With the exception of one. Her name is Nevaeh and she is one of us, meaning she can leave if she wants to. However, she is not safe to be around and she knows this. So she has checked herself in for intensive psychotherapy. Any questions so far?”
Wolffyn: The small redhead met the taller vampire’s gaze unblinkingly but didn’t speak yet; merely nodding at his instructions until the end, after being invited to ask questions. Completely professional and all business was the Shadows appearance and despite having engaged with Doc in battle, the redhead gave no sign that there was any ill will. And there wasn’t. It was in the past and it hadn’t been personal, she was well aware of that.
A slender eyebrow arched was the only sign that she was even considering a reply for over two minutes while Wolffyn carefully thought over her new employment and new employer. No matter what they were called; ‘Loonies, inmates, clients… she didn’t care. They were supposed to be kept locked up and while on her watch, they would be. Finally she shook her head to indicate no, no questions, but seconds later her seldom heard but richly musical voice spoke up.
”Not at this time.”
Doc: Doc watched her as she silently seemed to mull his words over in her head. When her reply eventually came, he was pleased at her reply. This would make things go so much faster. “Good. The Nuns.. They handle the day to day operations. Making sure the inmates get proper nutrition, have their needs met, within reason, making sure they repent their sins daily.” He paused, “That last part.. isn’t required by procedure, they do it for free. But be warned, make sure you bring some earplugs or headphone .. something to block out the screeching. And I do not mean the inmate screeching. I mean the heinous music the Nuns play over the intercom system when the loonies get on their nerves. It’s a cross between Opera and a dying cat singing latin. It usually happens when the loonies have been up all night, and the penguins haven’t gotten their required five hours of sleep.”
Doc glanced at his watch. “Weapons. Don’t carry any. It’s not because I think they will get taken away from you. It’s because it policy. No weapons. Which makes it all the more important that, should there be an incident, it is strictly hand to hand combat. If you need to use powers, fine. But nothing obvious. No teleporting or shape shifting. Speed, strength, fine. If you have break bones to bring order, do it. Just do not do it with a weapon.”
He snapped his fingers, “I need your sizes. You will need some security uniforms; and I will need to order them.” He pulled a pen out of his breast pocket and waited for the numbers.
Wolffyn: Wolffyn’s attitude about the Nuns was plain to see as the redhead rolled her eyes at slightly snorted in contempt at Doc’s remark about repenting sins. The young woman had grown up Irish Catholic. She knew all about Nuns. No other comment followed, Wolffyn could tell by Doc’s demeanour that he wasn’t overly fond of the ‘Penguins’ either. As far as music went, Wolffyn had yet to find any style she didn’t like, she just didn’t like music that wasn’t done well. What her opinion on what the Nuns might like was irrelevant however. She had a job to do and Wolffyn tended to take her responsibilities seriously. Maybe even too seriously at times.
Each of Doc’s points were punctuated by a single nod of Wolffyn’s head, her arms crossed over her chest but at ease. Her feet evenly planted and her posture no-nonsense. If her new employer was making any sort of attempt at humour, it was lost on the redhead as her emerald green eyes locked with his in complete seriousness. Only the mention of breaking bones brought a slight almost unnoticeable grin to the features of her otherwise expressionless face.
That changed as soon as she heard the word uniform. Her eyes shifted into those of her animal form, jet black and filled with rage. It only lasted a split second before Wolffyn sighed again gave Doc a nod of her head. It was something she hadn’t considered but couldn’t argue. There was no logical reason to refuse to wear a uniform and every reason why she should. But she cringed as her new snapped his fingers and requested her sizes. Wolffyn didn’t have a clue.
A slight snarl as her upper lip curled and she rolled her eyes again. A very bad habit she wasn’t really aware of anymore. At one time she had attempted to temper it but now she really just didn’t give a ****. “I’ll have to get back to you on that. Not much of a clotheshorse.” Her tone was flat but not unpleasant, she was simply stating a fact.
Doc: Doc looked at her, lifting a brow to see if that was her way of saying ‘oh hell no’ or if she really didn’t know. He pressed his lips together into a grim line. “Ms. Wolffyn.. it does not bode well that you are already being difficult. And while we are at it. I really would prefer to know your last name. It can be real.. it can be fake. I don’t ******* care. I am not calling my Security Officer,.. Wolffyn. Not only was it a really bad horror movie, but it reminds me of a wet dirty dog. Not a pleasant smell. And not one I want to be reminded of .. every time I see you.”
Wolffyn: The bark of laughter was short but sincere. Emerald eyes actually sparkled as the redhead unfolded her arms and even slightly relaxed. “Me, difficult?” Wolffyn said with a chuckle. “Always. But that wasn’t my intention. Not this time at least.”
She grinned at her new boss and stepped closer, sizing up the larger male in the way the pint sized tomboy had of doing, making her lack of height seemingly vanish as her size seemed to almost increase somehow. Lack of early memories aside, the small female had never seemed to notice that she was vertically challenged and met everyone eye to eye as if she was fully their equal, whether they liked it or not.
“I really haven’t a clue. You can guess at my sizes or wait till I figure them out. Unless you want to play tailor and measure me yourself. Last time I bought clothes was over two years ago. Shopping sucks.”
The arms crossed in front of Wolffyn again and she regarded Doc with a small but pleasant smile, in no way defensive but actually pretty amused at the idea of him pulling out a tape measure and trying to get anywhere near her inseam. One eyebrow was slightly arched as her eyes looked him up and down in his well tailored clothes. Apparently the thought that clothes didn’t matter as much to everyone as they did to him was novel to him.
“Wolffyn.” She began with a slight sneer. “That is not my real name either. I do not share any of my names frivolously. You can call me ‘Red’ if you want. I’ve answered to that a few times.” The redhead shrugged her shoulders and put her hands on her hips; “Otherwise, I’ll make up something. Got a ‘brother’ who can get me fake id’s if I want them.”
Doc: “Excellent.. have him make you some. This is a legitimate business that receives government funding. That means that your ‘brother’ needs to make sure to give your new persona a very squeaky clean background. Because we will be audited and personnel records will be checked and verified. As to your name that I call you. ‘Red’ does not work for me.” Doc’s upper lip quirked in contempt. “It reminds me and brings up horrible memories of girl in University, she could not take no for an...” He stopped suddenly. Memories of University days came flooding back. That redhead. The one he fucked to just shut her the hell up. He knew it had been a mistake back then, and now he finally put two and two together. But what was her name?
Seemingly lost in thought, he pulled out his cell and opened up the contacts with an absent air. Finding the contact he wanted, he wrote the information on a piece of crisp stationery and held it out to her, “When you call her, tell Millie I sent you. She will measure you, she’s top notch. And tell her its a rush job and to send me the bill. She has my contact details.” frowning he was still trying to remember that redhead’s name. Forcing himself back to the task at hand. He looked at her. “I’ll call you Jane.” She wouldn’t know this, but he called a lot of females Jane. It saved him the bother of actually having to get to know them and remember their name. “So Jane, there will be times when, as a part of your duties, you will be in charge of Molly. My ward. She is not a vampire. She is to be held to a strict diet. Do not let her cajole you into letting her have what ever she wants. She has a sensitive digestive system and she will ******* puke all over the place if she strays from her diet. And she’s tiny. Regurgitation can lead to dehydration. Especially when she gets ******* moody and refuses to drink. Hopefully it will not be often. But if I am called into trauma surgery,” He paused and explained, “I am usually the surgeon on call at night.. because I don’t complain like the other dickhead surgeons, but I digress. If I am called into surgery, Molly cannot go with me. Questions?” He ready to move on if she was.
Wolffyn: Wolffyn took the offered paper and folded it, sticking it into the front pocket of her jeans without a look. Her eyes rolled as usual as Doc called her Jane but she nodded. She really didn’t give a ****, one name was as good as any other. They understood each other on that score at least it seemed.
The green in her gaze dwindled away to be replaced with the black of beast’s eyes as her employee explained about her duties regarding someone named ‘Molly’ who sounded like a pain in the *** kid or some pampered pet maybe. But a pet wouldn’t be called his ‘ward’. That left kid. Wolffyn didn’t know any kids and she didn’t want to. What little distance had been between the two vampires closed rather quickly but just as quickly Wolffyn reigned her ire in and stepped back slightly. The look on her face spoke volumes even as with deep growl she told him quite succinctly how she felt about that.
“I thought you hired me as security… not some babysitter.” Her voice never raised in volume, she didn’t need it to. With a voice like hers and her musical training the low rumbling of her tone was fully projected into the room. And it was clearly displeased.
