Enigma discussion

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After a while wandering the hallways in search of something interesting to explore, Désirée spotted a rather depressed looking Felix. Concerned, she seated herself beside him, leaning the crutches against the wall. "Are you hurt?" she asked him, afraid that the pained expression on his face was due to some sort of injury. She didn't know Felix too well, but he seemed like such a nice guy, that she'd hate for him to get hurt somehow. Then again, she'd hate it if anyone got hurt.

Concerned for her sort-of-friend, Désirée enveloped him in a hug, allowing his tears to soak her fluffy gray sweater. "Would you like to tell me what's wrong? It tends to help," she whispered to him softly. They were so close she could smell his shampoo, though it wasn't one she could identify, and Désirée was willing to bet he could pick up the scent of the lavenders and other plants which she constantly surrounded herself with. After all, other than healing people, the Pentagon had also had her assisting them with anything that required precise botanical expertise such as her own, so much of their scents subbed off on her clothing.

Grayson wandered into the hall then halted when he saw the chaos and mess. Jane was lying in a heap- didn't he say stay? Desiree was sitting on the ground watching a crying Felix crawl over to Jane and Jay standing there motionlessly. Suddenly, Gray couldn't stand it anymore. Lightning boomed outside and the lights went out, sending the entire building into darkness.

Désirée jumped, frightened by the sudden noise. She didn't exactly love thunder, along with a variety of other clamorous sounds. Unfortunately for her though, as she jumped up, she ended up putting to much pressure onto her injured ankle, and falling onto someone(Grayson), whom she could not identify through the thick darkness. They were obviously male though, and decently larger than her. Therefore, she imagined it might either be Jay or Grayson.

Grayson felt a warm body jump on him and with his quick reflexes, caught the flailing person bridal style. The only way this situation could get any worse was for the jumping person to be Felix or Jay. The emergency generator rumbled from beneath the building and slowly, the lights flickered back on. Grayson's features lifted in surprise as he found Desiree in his arms, rubbing her ankle as if she was in pain.

Désirée looked up at Grayson, her eyes looking slightly sheepish as well as frightened at the same time. "Sorry," she apologized quietly, before admitting, "thunder frightens me" However, when she spotted Jay running out of the room, the rest of the color her already pale feature, she bit her rosy lip slightly unsure of what she could say to him, but feeling the need to chase after him and apologize nonetheless.

Grayson walked to the wall and gathered Desiree's crutches before setting her down softly, handing the crutches to her and making sure she was okay. "Are you alright?" He asked, concern written over his face. Once she nodded, Gray turned to Jane and gathered up her body. "What did I tell you to do about staying in bed?" He asked gently, and once agan delivered her to the infirmary.

Grayson shook his head stubbornly. "Jane, you need rest and I will tie you down to that bed if I have to." He said and placed her on the little cot, bringing the blankets over her body. He gestured for her to stay there and get some rest. "I mean it. If I find you out of this room again, I will tie you down. Understood?" He asked firmly, looking down at Jane. "We need you in good shape for the mission."

Désirée, relieved that at least Jane was being cared for by Grayson, watched Felix crawl, unsure of what to do from here. Yes, he was obviously broken hearted due to the happenings with Jane, but she also needed to help Jay understand what had just happened. For a few moments she couldn't do anything but stand there, supported by her crutches, and watch Felix crawl, her eyes filled to the brim with tears.

Ignoring Felix, Grayson grabbed the Advil bottle and placed one in Jane's hand, and fetched a cup of water for her. He felt like it was an exact replay of what happened earlier with Desiree, except this was Jane. "Drink." He ordered and watched her gulp down the pill and water. He left the room, locking it behind him so that Jane wouldn't go and hurt herself again. He didn't want her hurt, or needed it either. He turned back to Desiree and Felix, both looking like they were about to burst into tears again. So much emotion, and Gray found it quite uncomfortable.

Finally Désirée understood what had Felix at tears before. Seating herself beside him, she pulled him into yet another embrace, hoping to calm him down. "If you really love Jane, you will keep trying to be the best friend possible, in the hopes that she will return your feelings. If she does not, you have to accept that although she cares for you, it is not in the way you feel for her," she told him quietly, hoping that her actions might provide some comfort.

((Who is the psycho maniac?))

Grayson raised an eyebrow at Felix's tantrum then walked over to where Desiree was hobbling. "How are you feeling?" He asked, and cracked his knuckles out of habit. Her bright orange hair was falling out of it's braid and gave her a bit of a messy look.

"I am fine, but Felix needs to be taken to his room..." Désirée assured him, the first part being as close to a lie as she'd ever told, and continued, "today has been hard on him." As she spoke her gray eyes pleaded silently that Grayson would assist her friend. She couldn't just leave him there on the floor, and carrying him wasn't exactly going to work out well, him being obviously larger than her.

Grayson leaned against the wall with a blank expression on his face as he watched Desiree and Felix. What was going on? All the drama started only when he met Desiree and Jane. It was so confusing, and made Gray seriously uncomfortable.

"I am sorry, I must be so troublesome to you," Désirée apologized to Grayson, suddenly feeling like her embarrassment had caused her accent to be heavier. Then again, maybe there was just something about that emotion that caused her to think back to all her other negative features, like strangely colored hair and foreign accent, but really they stood out no more then than any other time. Nonetheless, her main issue at the moment was all the trouble she seemed to cause, particularly around Grayson. Between her obsession with helping people and clumsiness, there was plenty of annoying qualities to go around.

"Not at all." He smiled softly, sensing Desiree's discomfort. He slid down the wall, his arms resting on his knees as he sat. "I'm just tired. Exhausted really." He murmured and patted the spot next to him for Desiree to sit. She probably shouldn't be using that ankle of hers and he wanted to make sure it healed in time for the mission.

After a moment of consideration, Désirée placed her crutched on the ground and seated herself beside Grayson, close enough to sense that he was right beside her, but no quite touching. However, she had to admit that she was quite exhausted by recent event, and with him sitting right beside her, she couldn't help but rest her head on his shoulder. Nonetheless, Désirée spoke not, for she had nothing to say at the moment.

(( Jay is your character and we are waiting for him to come:P))

Gray and Desiree sat in a comfortable silence, not exchanging words but mere thoughts. They sat like that for a while, until Grayson heard the door of the infirmary slam and he knew Jane had woken up and unlocked the door. He sighed, getting up from his comfortable stance with Desiree. He didn't want to leave her, but he had to check up on Jane. Walking through the door, he noticed the burnt door knob and turned his gaze to Jane. She looked sheepish, cross-legged on the cot. Grayson went to sit at the foot of the bed, watching her. "Are you feeling better?"

"Of course not." He laughed, and cracked his knuckles as per usual. "I just said that so you would get better. Obviously it didn't work." Grayson gave her a little smile then stood up, brushing off his jeans. "I'll see you at the portal room later for the mission." He said quickly then disappeared through the door, wanting to just sit down and relax.

Grayson turned to see a fuming Jay and raised an eyebrow. "Slow down." He said, using his hands to gesture. It just seemed to make Jay angrier and Grayson winced.

Grayson saw Jay slap his sister hard and took a deep breath. He despised violence, but would use it to defend someone. "Jay, you need to calm down. Look what you did to your sister." He warned, fists shaking.

Out of the corner of his eye, Gray saw Desiree's eyes widening in shock and his eyes flitted back to Jay's. They had a wild, unstable look in them and Grayson knew that he had to deal with this situation before it got out of control.

Jane's screams and Jay's announcement of love sent Gray over the edge. He shoved Jay back, and smashed his fist into his nose, blood spurting everywhere. "How dare you!" Grayson roared and stood to his full, glorious 6"3.

((No offense, but do you want to tone it down a little with Jane? Getting slapped isn't that agonizing:P))

Grayson doubled over but immediately got up. Little balls of lightning grew in his hands, and with one, he reached out and tapped him with a finger. There weren't enough volts to kill him, but just enough so that he was in lots of pain. "Can you not see you are scaring everyone here?" He yelled and gestured to the frightened people.

Grayson ran out, ashamed at his outward display of emotion. He sprinted to his dorm and collapsed on his bed, his face a motionless mask.

The medics, after carrying Jane away, immediately turned to Désirée for her advice, who asked them if they could merely either do a CAT scan or MRI on Jane's head so she understood what was wrong. Then the girl limped over to the security and quickly assured them that the fight was nothing that the Enigma group couldn't sort out among themselves and that Felix was overreacting slightly. Nonetheless for a few minutes after the hallway was clear Désirée found the need to simply stand there and allow the silence to envelop her. From there she decided that going to Jay at the moment would do nothing to calm him, but rather she needed to apologize to Grayson for Jay's behavior. After all, she got the feeling that most of this mess was her fault.

((Wouldn't he have not known her name, since he hadn't asked it before hand?))

Morticia glanced up at the boy who bumped into her, brows furrowed. Not this again. "I'm fine, I wasn't feeling bad earlier," she stated, turning to go.

"What is is," Morticia sighed, turning back around to face him. She crossed her arms over her just as she waited for him to speak, expression a mixture of boredom and impatience.

"I don't even know who those people are," Morticia huffed. She'd never been one for conversation, and avoided it at all costs. This was no different and she was sure that she'd never spoken to anyone with either of those names.

"And why can't you do this on your own," Morticia questioned, brows creased with slight irritation, "You look totally capable of doing this on your own."

"Use me? That would be impossible," Morticia stated indignantly, "You're not using me for anything." She turned to walk away again, huffing.

Chris walked through a wall and ended up in the halls, both surprised and shocked he had gone the right way. He began scanning the area for Jane, whoever she was, before remembering he was invisible. Quickly turning back, he continued searching, at points on his tiptoes craning his neck to see above others. Feeling defeated, he walked over to the closest girl to him and smiled weakly.
"Hey. Chris Harper. You don't know anyone called Jane do you?"
He was about to leaned back against the wall, almost falling through before he caught himself, becoming fully solid again.

Brielle chose this moment to enter the halls, and moved gracefully to a halt as she saw two people standing together. She didn't recognize either of them, so she tried to sneak around them. Bri tended to avoid confrontations, especially with people she didn't know.

Chris noticed someone he'd seen before, someone who'd stuck in his mind ever since arriving at Enigma. He didn't know her name, but he remembered her nonetheless. Biting his lip, he smiled nervously over at her, something unusual for the usually-confident Chris.

Brielle winced, waving slightly as the guy noticed her. He looked familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to the couple and smiled. "Hey." She said, cracking her knuckles obnoxiously.

Chris straightened himself up, his back now straight and his arms crossed over his chest. Coughing into his hand, he forced himself to smile, though for some reason he felt nervous.
"Hey. I'm Chris. I've seen you around..."
As soon as the words escaped his lips he wished he hadn't. Now he seemed like some sort of stalker.

Brielle smiled at his awkward greeting. Normally she would take it personally and bash this kid for sounding like a stalker, but for some reason, when it came from Chris it sounded sweet. "I'm Brielle. And don't worry, you look familiar as well." She grinned and held out her hand for him to shake.

Chris let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders loosening despite not knowing they had tensed. He took her hand before quickly withdrawing it, for some reason feeling nervous around her.
"Really? I've spent a lot of time invisible so you must have good eyesight."
He smiled genuinely for the first time, already feeling himself turn back to normal. Weird, I've never felt so weird around a girl before...

Cora strolled down the hall way, sure she was lost, what else was new? However, she wasn't going to let that slow her down, besides given the shape of this place she would find her way soon enough. Hopefully. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger, a nervous habit of hers, one she had tried with an avail to break. Habits are dangerous things to have, especially in her line of work...alas she had one nonetheless. A faint tapping noise pulled her from her heavy thoughts, her icy blue gaze trailed to the sound's origin. It was a girl, she possessed a walking stick...and she seemed to be just as lost as Cora. She chewed her lower lip, trying to decide whether or not she should offer her aid. She sighed, of corse she should, two heads are better than one after all. She walked up to the girl, allowing her footfalls to announce her presence, "Are you lost as well?"

Cora arched a perfectly feminine brow at Taylor's words but made no comment on them. She took a good look at the girl, the differences between them...appearance wise, were substantial. Her curly chestnut hair cascaded down her shoulders framing her flawless face, was enhanced by the yellow hue of her knee length sundress. Paired with five inch silver heels, which considering her 5'9'' height, made her legs appear to go on for miles. Her overall all look might have given off the impression that she was a girly-girl, but she was dressed this way only because she had a meeting later. "It's nice to meet ou as well Taylor, I'm...Cora Hawthorne." She was hesitant to tell the other girl her name, most people knew Cora as the Terminator , a nickname she loathed. She supposed terminating three of the world's most wanted criminals, one her own brother, was enough to warrant said nickname...but she still hated it.

Fina walked down the halls currently occupied by two girls. They seemed to be having a conversation with one another, but she couldn't help but overhear what the second girl said. She was blind?

Shukura stumbled through the.... Hallway? She shook her head glancing around as she twisted her hair around her hands, "Kura confused.... Why is Kura always confused... Can anyone help Kura?"

Cora smiled liking the fact that this girl didn't seem to know who she was, "I'm new...more or less." When she heard Taylor's question she frowned, "No...I'm not weirded out because you are blind," The fact that Taylor might thought that actually made her quite...upset. She wasn't excatly angry about it, but she wasn't happy about it either. She glanced down at her watch and cringed, she was late for her meeting. "See you later..."

Fina kindly took the stick and set it in Taylor's hand. "I believe this is yours." She smiled, even though she knew the other girl could not see her.

"I'm Fina Grady." She spoke softly, already taking a liking to this girl. She was genuine through and through. Of that, she could already tell. "I like your accent by the way."

Shukura continued walking and saw people... She stopped in her tracks and stiffened, "what does Kura do now..? Run? Kura always run.."

Fina shook her head before spotting a guy at the end of the hall. "I don't know, but maybe the guy at the end of the hallway does?"

"Hey!" Fina called loud enough for the other person to hear her. "Do you know where the Dining Hall is?"

"Thank you!" Fia called happily. Turning to Taylor, she linked arms with her and headed down the hall. She hoped Taylor didn't mind.

Shukura watched their exchange of words before sitting down and kept watching, "maybe they're not so bad, Kura thinks...."