A Strong Offense
~BLOODSHOCK~
*It was the next day, after her whirlwind reintroduction to the
Guard headquarters. Her dreams had been full of images, so many
faces and pictures...and none of the pain she had come to expect
as a part of everyday life. She blinked at the beautiful room in
amazement, feeling strange as if her past estranged life had been
an uneasy dream, and now she was waking up. She dressed quickly,
taking the new clothes from the closet and laying them on the bed
first, looking them over before danning them, as if trying to
discover who she had been before. She would have to try to fit
into that previous unremembered role now...Finally she stepped
from her room and glanced down the hallway, wondering which
direction the kitchen was*
~PIRAHNA~
*She had seen none of the hubbub of the previous day, nor did she
care....such things were beneath her.....all she cared about were
her conquests...she leans forward doing one last check on her
makeup, each stroke precisely applied, never would she step forth
without it.....a smile plays acrosss carefully painted lips as
she turns before the mirror, pale hands delicately smoothing a
minor crease from her gown.* Now I am ready *she turns towards
the door, her reflection following her in the countless mirrors
decoratively placed around her quarters..today she had plans, she
was going shopping....there was a new intake of rookies that she
just had to peruse....as she steps into the hallways she notes
the young woman, but almost instantly dismisses her...females
never interested her, never had, never would.....besides that, to
her they were danger, more so here where most were trained with
deadly force....Over the years Rika had grown callous and
seemingly oblivious to the fact that women despised her, it was a
fact she had long ago learnt to deal with. It was beyond her
control, her unnatural powers, the excessive release of
pheromones was the culprit....it made men putty in her hands, but
unfortuantley it turned what was supposed to be the fairer sex
into creatures of cold, murderous hatred*
*She noticed the other woman step into the hall and paused,
feeling something different about her. Then she looked more
closely. There was nothing visible about the other woman to make
her feel the way she did...In face Britney didn`t even remember
anything about this woman...But she felt her hackles go up.
Still...she fought with instinct, she should at least try to be
civil...*...Excuse me...I am new here *"Well" she
thought, "in a manner of speaking"*...can you tell me
where to find some breakfast?
*she turns to head down the hallway, intent upon her new prey but
pauses as the other woman speaks....with a very practiced
leisurely move she turns back towards you, her eyes half lidded
as if bored with the very prospect of talking with you*
breakfast? *emerald eyes slowly rake your form....bloodshock? but
wasn't she dead?....her shoulders raise in a delicate shrug as if
dismissing a thought...she didn't really care* You should know
your way around here, they gave us all maps after it was built *
her tone very light and delicate, yet holding a small amount of
rebuke in it*
*Britney felt her face color at the other womans rather, to her,
insulting tone and she sighed. She imagined that maybe she should
expect such behaviour from some of the people. This will be
trickier than she thought she realized. Some people will remember
her where she had no hint of who they were, such was the case
here. She frowned, trying hard to remember the woman. Just then
her stomach growled its annoyance at the whole situation and she
cringed inwardly*....Im sorry...I don`t remember you. I was
injured and lost much of my memory...So you see....i really do
not know where the kitchen is...Would you...please, just point me
in the general direction and I will be on my way?
Lost your memory? *the words almost heavy with skepticism* Well I
am Rika, remember that* heavy sigh seems to leave her as she once
more looks you over, a slight moue of distaste on her face..one
delicately curved wrist slowly raises a manicured finger aimed
down the hallway* Take the lift at the end of the hall down to
sublevel 4B
*For a moment, she studied the way she moved, her voice and every
thing about her...the look of distaste and wondered why she was
this way, why she felt this way about her. Britney until now had
only run into people she liked and she still tried to puzzle out
just what about this woman seemed to rub her the wrong way.
Perhaps she should ask someone a bit friendlier about her when
she could. She would do well to refamiliarize herself with
everyone here..* Thanks!....*She turned to walk away, but then
paused and glanced back There was the other question she had
about everyone she met * .....By the way...I am Britney. Did you
know me before now?
* haevy sigh leaves her as she delicately rolls her eyes...she
had no patience for games such as this* Britney Keller,
Bloodshock *she continues on, listing powers and asignment dates
before stopping and staring pointedly at you with one delicately
lifted eyebrow*
*She sighed. Well she had tried.* Alright, alright..i guess you
do know me...You have the advantage for now..Thanks for
everything...*She tried to keep the sarcasm from her voice,
feeling a bit defensive. She would find out about her and every
one there as much as she could. With that she turned to walk down
the hall to the lift.*
*she hears the sarcasm in britneys voice, but she doesn't
care...an almost cold smile graces her lips* You are most welcome
*she watches the girl turn and head down to the lift, her head
shaking in slight amusement//for a little while she has an
advantage over that one....but not long, for now britney was
confused.....she always needed at least one man around her...she
needed her protection...she sighs once more and gives a little
shrug before turning and heading down to the rookie
quarters....she wanted to scope out the fresh meat*