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[Thrif]

Leroy

Denis
A shadow cast it’s shadow across the area as one Denis Santorini walked pointedly ahead of the party of ten through the main building, towards the quarters. They had taken the woman that they had found amd brought her here for her judgment. She claimed to be part of the CIA...had a badge...but there was something about her, something...unsettling that he wanted to figure out what it was. There were a few other people around, many looking and walking around the group as they approached their destination. They knew better than to get between Denis and what he wanted. As they all walked through another room, two guards passed them holding onto a young, and very frail woman with greasy brown hair that was plastered all over her scalp. She was screaming in another language, Denis realized that it was Hungarian.

“Mit keresek, en itt? Azt monjak hogy a hires lakem lefogta a ferjement en meg lecsaptam a fejet. De nem igaz, en artatlan vagyok. Nem tudom miert mondja Uncle Sam hogy en tettem.
Probaltam a rendorsegen megmagyarazni de nem ertettek meg!”

Her screams echoed throughout the tower as she was practically dragged towards another room leading underground. Denis continued to walk, unelected. He knew that woman’s fate, she knew hers. She had not been a rebel, but her sentence was the same. She would be tortured, and then starved of sunlight for a months before she would be killed for the sins that she had committed.

They walked into a large room, and Denis took a few strides towards the end of the room towards a wine cabinet. “Please make yourself comfortable Miss.” he spoke, taking two glasses and filling them with some red wine before he walked back and handed her one of the glasses. He still didn't know her name, so proceded in calling her "Miss" or "Sweetheart." Such were the pet names he often gave to his female soldiers and co-workers.

The ten or so others than had been with them closed the door behind them as they entered and sat in the available seats, each sitting silently as Denis approached one of the younger soldiers closest to the doors.

“I want you to get my nephew and tell him I wish to speak with him.”Denis spoke to him simply with an offhanded gesture.

“Sir?” the ensign redirected the question. “I think he is practicing his Parkour as you instructed in the gym.”

“I don’t care, Just call Leroy back up here on the double. I for one would like him to have some idea of what he is heading into.” Denis glared as he folded her arms.

“He is in the gym?” the ensign gulped slightly as he spoke.

“Very good,” Denis rolled his eyes. “Now, would you like me to tell you how to put one foot in front of the other, or are you quite capable of managing that one on your own?”

Denis grinned as the ensign then practically tripped over himself trying to slip away with some shred of dignity.

Denis simply shrugged. There was no room for hurt feelings or incompetence here. He smiled back, then shifted his gaze to the people around the table. Inwardly he moaned. This was bound to be an absolute lark. He took her time walking over, measuring his steps carefully. It wasn’t that he hated dealing with these matters, it was the competition. When he sat, Denis leaned against the table tapping his fingers lightly.

It took about ten minutes before the soldier came back with a young man at his side, the boy was looking a little on edge as he sat the closest to his uncle. Denis noted the familiar twitching in the boys right eye as he looked around at the others. He was a scrawny thing, wearing an oversized orange jumper and torn jeans, very different from what the other officials were dressed in. He had dark brown, unkempt hair, with matching hazel eyes, and a short, untidy goatee. He looked about 18 in years.

“You wanted something?” he questioned blandly, after about 20 seconds.

“However did you guess?” Denis returned equally as condescending. “I am holding a briefing to discuss this young lady here.” he waved a hand to the young woman sitting at the table.

“You want me here for that?” Leroy remarked snidely.

“You want a job here you need to work, son.” Denis managed dryly, he rolled his eyes.

“My fault for asking, right?” Leroy remarked glanced back slightly, his eye still twitching every so often. He sighed again as he slouched into the chair slightly.

“A mistake I’m sure you don’t plan on repeating,” Denis muttered to himself, he looked back up at the young woman that they had brought in, studying her for a moment before he spoke placidly, “Please, tell us a little about yourself my dear, and do not be afraid to sample the wine.” he swirled the glass before holding it to his lips, and taking a sip.

[occ: If you were curious as to what the woman was saying in Hungarian, this is it. "What am doing here? They say my lover held down my husband while I chopped off his head. But it isn’t true, I am innocent. I don’t know why Uncle Sam says I did it. I tried to explain at the police station but they didn’t understand me."]

[|Sasha|Ekatarina|Helena|]

Kat glared around the area, she didn't want anything to do with this place. Some foriegn lady was yelling and though it didn't scare her, it made her wonder why. She was officially pissed off. Why the hell couldn't she shop? Why couldn't she get clothes? No one knows, oh yeah except sergeant ass face, AKA Denis. Ekatarina couldn't help but wonder why people follow his orders, they should all just start a revolt and screw the whole democracy thing. They could make it a monarchy and guess who'd be queen... Ekatarina, czarina of Australia.

She nearly threw the wine back in his face when he gave her a glass. She held on to the step with a delicate grip, ready to give it a hurl at an second. She didn't know why she was so excited about the wine and having it. She knew she couldn't drink it. She knew she shouldn't drink it. She's never had a taste for wine. Its always been either Whiskey or Vodka. Though the taste is not very pleasant it is much better then wine. Wine looks like blood, well of course only Red. And White wine looks like pee, how delightful.

Glaring towards the man she took a seat at the opposite side of the table from Sergeant ass face and put her legs on the table. yeah, she had a mini skirt on. It wasn't practicle but it sure did look good. Kat knew most men would look up her skirt, and she knew for a straight fact that if they didn't, they'd want to. It was all the same to her, she didn't care if they chose to do so or not, she just didn't care. She saw the scrawny nephew of Sergeant ass face walk in and felt a bit sorry for him.

"Your uncle? He's your uncle, Sergeant Ass Face is your uncle?" Kat said in an outraged yet mocking tone. She continued on quieter and colder. "My condolences, truly, I am sorry."

When she heard the Sergeant say to try the wine she nearly threw-up in her mouth. He disgusted her. The way he treated people, the way he looked, talked, acted. She was a little worried about her badge. There was no way to prove that it was not hers, then again there was no way to prove that it was in fact her own CIA badge. It was a little throw-off but they couldn't prove anything, so they couldn't punish her. Innocent until proven guilty. Of course that has changed a bit over the years. She looked at her wine glass, pretty glass with that nasty thing in it.

"Mmm..." She hummed a second then turned her attnetion to Denis, all while dropping her wine glass to the floor. The glass shattered everywhere and she just put on her little 'Oops' face. Her eyes opened a bit wide, in false pity, and her lips took form of an O. "I don't drink anyways..."

[Thrif]

The room fell so silent you could hear a pin drop and Denis’s mouth flew open in shock at her words. Sergeant Ass Face, she had called him. He felt his face grow hot with rage, and with embarrassment. Every eye in the room was on him now and he hated it. He glared at his nephew, who looked as if he was about to explode with laughter, and then he continued to study the mouthy young woman for a moment not saying a word. He wanted to storm over to her and strangle that smug face clear off of her face, no one had spoken like that to him in a very long time, had always been so in control, and grounded in the past. It was an almost He had never had once given up, even when he maybe should have.

He heard the glass shatter to the floor as the red liquid inside it stained the grey carpeting, the shards of the glass scattered all over the floor.

“GET OUT!” he yelled, jolting to his feet, causing the chair to be fling backwards, smashing into the wine cabinet behind him and causing several bottles to fall too, spilling its contents onto the floor. The once rather handsome face of Denis Santorini was contorted into that of rage now. He hardly ever got angry but when he did, it was a flying rage.

He marched over to her now as the other soldiers got to their feet. Some probably even ready to hold Denis back if he got too out of control. Leroy, his nephew remained seated, the twitch in the corner of his eye still there as he watched, amused by the scene before him. It wasnt until one of the other soldiers, a woman who was probably of Spansih background grabbed him by the back of his jumper and raised him to his feet.

Denis looked the girl straight in the face. “You want games, Miss?” he glared at her, with a twitch of his thin lip. “How about guessing how many marbles fit in your head?”

He half raised his hand to her before he turned his back, glancing back at the others. “”Did you not hear me?” he asked quietly. “I said for you all to get out!”

There was a scraping of chairs as everyone, including Leroy, and the young woman who claimed to be of the CIA was ushered out of the room, the large wooden doors closing hard behind them.

“I really thought we were in for a storm back there,” Leroy said casually, as he hurried to walk near the woman as they were walked into the large main room.

With a slight twinge, he realized how much he wanted to be able to see inside his uncles mind again like he used to. He had never been what you would call an open book, but there had been a time when he had watched the patterns his mind made with an acute interest. He never did anything at random; it was always with some purpose. It may not make sense at the time, but somewhere down the line it would fall into place. It was like watching a game of chess .

“The names Leroy as you know. So why don’t you start from the beginning,” the somewhat eccentric young boy offered congenially., apparently oblivious to anything that had transpired.

[|Sasha|Ekatarina|Helena|]

She laughed, she laughed in her taunting manor as she saw the sergeant turn a crimson color... Give it more time and hed be the color of the wine. She then turned serious once her vision saw all the wine falling from it's case as Denis slammed his chair back. She felt good. She knew she had the power in this situation. Denis was a jerk, he'd always be a jerk. Ekatarina was a pleaser, whether it'd be formal entertainment, adult entertainment or other wise. She was just too good.

Kat watched Denis march around like he was something special and stood from her seat. If he came any closer she'd knife him, maybe if she could, shoot. He was such an air head, all he probably thought about was: Mirror Mirror on the wall who is the most handsome Sergeant, who has absolutley no life and loves to act tough to get my kicks of them all? Well I have an answer, the mirror was broken a while ago, so it can no longer talk. Denis is not handsome, to Katarina, he was an ass, he was a dumb one at that, and loved to torcher people for kicks. Good for him, if thats the only life he has, well good for the ass face.

She smirked as he asked her about games. Oh she loved games, different games then he thought of but they were games of course. She just gave an airy laugh and squinted her eyes, becoming mock serious.

"Oh, love, you know I adore games. I have a better one then the marbles though! You'd love it. It's callt, How far can I stick my foot up y'ur ass... Sounds fun, no?"

She soon was ushered out by the friggen people, soldiers or whatever. She heard the lanky nephew speak about a storm and couldn't help but think how much she adored wind and rain together. She absolutely loved storms, she perferred thunder storms to anything, but if she'd have to settle for a wine and glass storm she'd be okay with that. She smirked and knew that the boy would wish to speak with her. She was a lovely lady, who wouldn't want o speak with her?

"Leroy? Like the bear? Hmm... Maybe that was Corderouy, yeah probably. Well, love, you are the first to ask for a story. All the rest have tried to give me rat poison or shoot me. I admire you're presence. If I tell you my story, will you stay with me a while?"

She offered back to him in her attractive voice, somewhat melodic. Outside of combat witht his kids uncle she could be a real sweetheart or she could be that stripper she used to be, but normally she was a lovely girl to be around. She looked at the boy, hoping he'd accept her offer. She'd like some company.

[Thrif]

Leroy listened to her words as she spoke and tried to place a meaning to his name. All he knew was that he was Leroy - just Leroy and nothing else. And in the end, wasn’t that all that mattered? Certainly not a lot to some people but to him it meant a lot. He didn’t have anyone here so it was important to him, that he knew who he himself was.

“If you don’t mind staying inside the building?” he offered, looking out the thick windows that showed the outside backstreets. The windows were double-sided so that the government officials could see out, but no one else could see in.

“The suns good for you Leroy,” another voice spoke, Leroy looked up at another soldier about 30 years of age, maybe more. He hadn’t realized that there was another listening in, but it didn’t surprise him. There were barely any secrets in here. “Maybe it would help that complexion of yours.” the soldier added dryly.

“Hey, I like my complexion the way it is,” Leroy tossed back. He knew that he didn’t like to go outside, he barely had in such a long time. He turned to look at the woman again, and with the familiar twitrch in the corner of his eye, he inquired “Do I look pale to you?”


Meanwhile...

Denis felt the rage sweep from him as the last of the people departed the room, but as the last of them, a young woman of Spanish/Italian decent was about to leave, Denis called her back in.

“Audrey, please have a seat.” he said cooly.

It caught Audrey by surprise this time. It had been a long while since Denis had wanted to ‘speak’ with her. She almost thought that he had forgotten about her..hoped. Denis’s eyes seemed to be observing her as she closed the doors and stepped back into the room, she walked towards him and took the seat closest to him.

Imagine the scene first.

Audrey always got caught up in her work, and was always too distracted by her first love to notice anything else. Denis would’ve taken a walk around the town as he always did, to order a change of routes or any evasive action. As captain and commanding officer. that was supposed to be his most important job. Instead he went up to Audrey, rested his shoulders on the head of her seat, and went real close –

Denis whispered something into her right ear; his face was directly beside Audreys, and she could feel the stubble he always kept at the bottom of his chin. She could feel his face was grinning. Which couldn’t be a good sign.

As Denis continued, almost touching Audrey’s cheek with his boldness and approach, she didn’t even flinch. The room was unaffected by the lechery inside. Now this is what’s so admirable and idiotic about Audrey: she was so professional, nothing affected her – to the point she overlooked other people taking advantage of her.

Probably Denis got a bit weary of attempting to distract her in her element, so he pulled away, but not before sliding his hands to her waist, maybe across her navel and downwards slightly, under her jeans, to her hip, and feeling he’d done enough for the day, retreated back. “That is all then.” he spoke, as if nothing had occurred. Allowing Audrey to stand and leave the room.