Kassandra Rose
Elder Member
Luella had always loved Nancy Drew, sitting cross legged before the telly, right beside the hearth of the fireplace, all snuggled within her favourite fleece blanket. 'Getting to the bottom of it' was always the part where it got exciting. If she needed the toilet, she knew that now was the time to quickly pause and run to the ladies room, before it got so interesting that she simply could not leave. Yet, hearing those words uttered aloud did not change much, if anything at all. There was no end of scene, and the opening of another, where Nancy and her sidekick would be carefully scrutinising a clue that they simply stumbled upon. Instead, there was just Luella and Duncan, sat opposite each other in mere silence, succumbed to their own thoughts.
If anything, she had to be thankful, and she was. In truth, she'd expected him to react much worse. Not necessarily because she thought that he was short tempered, she didn't. After so many years of having to create profiles for real people as if it were a character board for a story book, Luella liked to think that she could read people perfectly. Perhaps, it was because she was fretting; she had something to lose. What that something was... she wasn't sure exactly. So far, it was a considerable warmth. Being sound Duncan, she'd already claimed, was like that feeling of being wrapped in a comfort blanket before a hot fire. For some reason, she wasn't quite ready to lose it so quickly, especially considering she'd only just found it.
"That will be easier said than done," she broke the silence, stifling a yawn. "I have reasons to believe that we shouldn't trust the bureau. I don't think they believe that either you or your father and anyone close to him has a reason to bomb the capitol". Luella placed her hand on her cheek, as she rested her head upon her arm. "No, this is different. It's not what they suspect that you have done, but rather what you know. They're scared that you're getting too close to something. Something is being covered up, and from now on we really need to be careful about who we can trust".
Another yawn. She supposed that's what you deserved, when you stayed up reading files until the sun cracked the flags, and had to wake only a few hours later. The bed behind Duncan Moran was taunting. It was like a carrot dangled upon a stick that a donkey could never get, so close and yet so far. In fact, unable to control herself much more Luella stood slowly from where she was sat, and allowed her small frame to collapse backwards and sink into the foam of the mattress. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, as she attempted to momentarily shut out the world. "I've dealt with a lot of them - terrorists, rapists, serial killers - but you can't imagine how much scarier it is to be battling against your own government, something that is supposed to be the very foundations of most life".
She pulled the pillow from the end, and nuzzled it under her chin. Her odd eyes flickered open, finding Duncan's face. "I don't know if it's a good thing that you're comparing yourself to a serial killer, but I don't think I can pretend you didn't say that". She flung her pillow at his head, smiling to herself mischievously before grabbing the other one. "What makes you think that they didn't assign me to you because they know how incredibly attractive and seducing that I am, and they knew that you wouldn't be able to resist my charms?" Wiggling her eyebrows teasingly, Luella cuddled the other pillow against her chest. "I think that seems more credible".
If anything, she had to be thankful, and she was. In truth, she'd expected him to react much worse. Not necessarily because she thought that he was short tempered, she didn't. After so many years of having to create profiles for real people as if it were a character board for a story book, Luella liked to think that she could read people perfectly. Perhaps, it was because she was fretting; she had something to lose. What that something was... she wasn't sure exactly. So far, it was a considerable warmth. Being sound Duncan, she'd already claimed, was like that feeling of being wrapped in a comfort blanket before a hot fire. For some reason, she wasn't quite ready to lose it so quickly, especially considering she'd only just found it.
"That will be easier said than done," she broke the silence, stifling a yawn. "I have reasons to believe that we shouldn't trust the bureau. I don't think they believe that either you or your father and anyone close to him has a reason to bomb the capitol". Luella placed her hand on her cheek, as she rested her head upon her arm. "No, this is different. It's not what they suspect that you have done, but rather what you know. They're scared that you're getting too close to something. Something is being covered up, and from now on we really need to be careful about who we can trust".
Another yawn. She supposed that's what you deserved, when you stayed up reading files until the sun cracked the flags, and had to wake only a few hours later. The bed behind Duncan Moran was taunting. It was like a carrot dangled upon a stick that a donkey could never get, so close and yet so far. In fact, unable to control herself much more Luella stood slowly from where she was sat, and allowed her small frame to collapse backwards and sink into the foam of the mattress. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, as she attempted to momentarily shut out the world. "I've dealt with a lot of them - terrorists, rapists, serial killers - but you can't imagine how much scarier it is to be battling against your own government, something that is supposed to be the very foundations of most life".
She pulled the pillow from the end, and nuzzled it under her chin. Her odd eyes flickered open, finding Duncan's face. "I don't know if it's a good thing that you're comparing yourself to a serial killer, but I don't think I can pretend you didn't say that". She flung her pillow at his head, smiling to herself mischievously before grabbing the other one. "What makes you think that they didn't assign me to you because they know how incredibly attractive and seducing that I am, and they knew that you wouldn't be able to resist my charms?" Wiggling her eyebrows teasingly, Luella cuddled the other pillow against her chest. "I think that seems more credible".