[ If she had heard that particular narration, she would of said her face had better be friendly after everything. The loops are still fractured memories, but she remembers their time crossing in other ways. Messages, the dreamlike Motel. Something tells her that she would of remembered even if Alan didn't write it into the story. It's one of those things she would fight his story about.
The expression in her jaw and face says the Director of the Federal Bureau of Control except her eyes. That fond smile only he gets is shinning brightly there. Something he should be able to pick up immediately on after their---well, time together. Maybe it comes off as unnerving or clashing to see the controlled woman speaking in her body language, but, she imagines it can't be. Not when he's a best selling novelist. ]
It's seen better days. [ She nods to the shirt... under shirt... everything he's wearing. ] I'm guessing it's not from rolling in the hay at pre-Deerfest festivities.
[ « He looks like hell. What the hell is happening in this AWE? It's different--I mean, different enough. He's usually covered in mud or soaking wet. Not... Taken don't leave blood behind. »
Her expression falls slightly as she is about to ask him something else before Ilmo Koskela smacks his hand on the bars. Jesse's gaze moves over to him, even if her head doesn't move from resting on the bars.
« Wait, THEY'RE the leaders of the Cult? The brothers with the ridiculous commercials? Damn. They were funny too. » ]
You better step the fuck away if you know what's good for you. You can't TRUST that sonovabitch! He's gonna kill you! All of us! [ Ilmo jabs his hand through his cell and points directly at Alan. ] Go tell those government fucks to let us out and let us finish the job. He dies, it all stops!
Illmo's right. [ The quieter brother pitches in. ] It's his fault. If you don't put a bullet in him then we will.
[ Jesse's eyes move back to Alan. Her expression doesn't change, but she seems to ask him something along the lines of "What the hell have you been doing?" without asking. She pushes herself up from the bars and door, fingers moving to the lock. She doesn't need the key to get out. Not when she can cheat a little bit with her powers. That and she may have forgotten to ask Estevez for the key. Her tunnel vision on finding him kicked in, just like it had for Dylan. ]
I hope you're in good enough condition to walk, Wake. I'm moving you. [ Another quick glance is given upwards, making direct eye contact with him. She has to be the Director, and hopes he doesn't take it personally or the wrong way. It's just until she can get him somewhere else. Somewhere with more light. ] I'm going to override and say keeping you next to the two cult leaders is a bad choice.
Are you fuckin' stupid, woman? [ Ilmo slams against the cell door as Jesse motions for Alan to walk over to the door as it unlocks. ] Did you not hear a single word we just said? He's gonna kill us all if you let him out and don't let us take care of this! You ain't a local, and you ain't a fed, so who the hell are you to decide what happens in our town?!
[ Jesse keeps her hands on the door of Alan's cell and keeps it shut with her powers. A long breath comes from her. One more glance is sent up to Alan before her head turns to the two crowing brothers. Her gaze is piercing and calculating again, looking each one of them over. She can't profile like Anderson, and she's damn well not a cop, but she can be just as intimidating when she wants to be.
At least, she thinks she seems that way. ]
The both of you are under arrest for suspicion of paracriminality, breaking not only natural laws of the way things function, but purposely causing it. If I were you two? I'd shut the hell up before you say something very stupid to the Director of the agency that has you under lock and key. [ She turns to the two cells as if to accentuate her point. The brothers stand straight and stare in disbelief that well--someone as young and not federal looking is who she claims to be. ] Let me see if I understand this. You two lead a local cult, suspected of murders that turn people into shadowed individuals. Ones with no will, no mind, and all their humanity carved out. They run rampant in the middle of the night and kill others. And now, you're claiming it's all Mr. Wake's fault, and that if I don't let you kill him, he's going to kill us.
You do realize that sounds absurd to someone who deals with this shit every day? [ She nods to the doors. ] I'd suggest you step back before you make an even worse impression on me. Now, shut up. Last warning.
[ Jesse looks back at Alan with a slight apologetic look on her face. Not for the display, but for what she'll have to do next. She's still the Director. She has to make sure people around her safe--especially when they don't really know what the hell is going on with him. All the field agents know is that he's a parautalitarian and quite possibly the cause of what's going on. She needs to make sure everyone feels safe--even if she knows none of them really are.
She swings the door open and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. Pure black in color, and obviously not standard use. She motions for him to give up his hands and gently cuffs him. Then, with one more apologetic glance upwards, she gestures with her head for him to walk with her. A hand curls in the blood soaked flannel sleeve and she starts to guide him from the holding cells even with the brothers crowning on.
« Remind me later that they're not as funny as I thought they were. »
Jesse holds up her other hand when Estevez suddenly jumps from her seat at the sight of Alan out of his cell. ] I've got it handled, Estevez. Calm down. Get the rest of the supplies together and set up. Sevastopol? Instruct Estevez and her team how to set up a Control Point. I'll do the finishing touches later.
[ Steve gives a low whistle and a smirk. ] "Sevastopol"? I guess that means the boss is in--ow!
[ Estevez turns her head as Steve rubs the back of his head and chuckles. Jesse glares at him for the moment, but understands what he means without really saying it. She gently guides him down the hall to the Sheriff's Office. A location that Alan should know well, but, Jesse wouldn't be aware of that fact. Her mind is on the fact that it might be one of the brightest rooms in the whole facility and sundown is a few hours away.
She closes the door behind them and guides him to the couch. Then, she unclicks the cuffs and slides them back into the pocket of her tactical vest. She then grabs a stool with wheels and quietly sits down in front of him. Her eyes look over his wrists at first to make sure the cuffs didn't leave a mark, then, they raise back up to his.
« God, he really does look like hell. What happened? I'll ask that later. He... looks like he just needs a minute. Or an hour. I think we can do that. Let's start out small. »
Polaris shifts in agreement. Then, for the first time in the span of the last few minutes, she shimmers. Just to reach out to the torchbearer briefly.
She gives him a small smile and not with just her eyes this time. Her hands hang between her knees as elbows go on her knees. She hunches over so she can speak quietly, just between the two of them. Not that she thinks he'll really be able to talk much. He seems lucid, unlike so many other loops, but she's not entirely sure just yet.
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The expression in her jaw and face says the Director of the Federal Bureau of Control except her eyes. That fond smile only he gets is shinning brightly there. Something he should be able to pick up immediately on after their---well, time together. Maybe it comes off as unnerving or clashing to see the controlled woman speaking in her body language, but, she imagines it can't be. Not when he's a best selling novelist. ]
It's seen better days. [ She nods to the shirt... under shirt... everything he's wearing. ] I'm guessing it's not from rolling in the hay at pre-Deerfest festivities.
[ « He looks like hell. What the hell is happening in this AWE? It's different--I mean, different enough. He's usually covered in mud or soaking wet. Not... Taken don't leave blood behind. »
Her expression falls slightly as she is about to ask him something else before Ilmo Koskela smacks his hand on the bars. Jesse's gaze moves over to him, even if her head doesn't move from resting on the bars.
« Wait, THEY'RE the leaders of the Cult? The brothers with the ridiculous commercials? Damn. They were funny too. » ]
You better step the fuck away if you know what's good for you. You can't TRUST that sonovabitch! He's gonna kill you! All of us! [ Ilmo jabs his hand through his cell and points directly at Alan. ] Go tell those government fucks to let us out and let us finish the job. He dies, it all stops!
Illmo's right. [ The quieter brother pitches in. ] It's his fault. If you don't put a bullet in him then we will.
[ Jesse's eyes move back to Alan. Her expression doesn't change, but she seems to ask him something along the lines of "What the hell have you been doing?" without asking. She pushes herself up from the bars and door, fingers moving to the lock. She doesn't need the key to get out. Not when she can cheat a little bit with her powers. That and she may have forgotten to ask Estevez for the key. Her tunnel vision on finding him kicked in, just like it had for Dylan. ]
I hope you're in good enough condition to walk, Wake. I'm moving you. [ Another quick glance is given upwards, making direct eye contact with him. She has to be the Director, and hopes he doesn't take it personally or the wrong way. It's just until she can get him somewhere else. Somewhere with more light. ] I'm going to override and say keeping you next to the two cult leaders is a bad choice.
Are you fuckin' stupid, woman? [ Ilmo slams against the cell door as Jesse motions for Alan to walk over to the door as it unlocks. ] Did you not hear a single word we just said? He's gonna kill us all if you let him out and don't let us take care of this! You ain't a local, and you ain't a fed, so who the hell are you to decide what happens in our town?!
[ Jesse keeps her hands on the door of Alan's cell and keeps it shut with her powers. A long breath comes from her. One more glance is sent up to Alan before her head turns to the two crowing brothers. Her gaze is piercing and calculating again, looking each one of them over. She can't profile like Anderson, and she's damn well not a cop, but she can be just as intimidating when she wants to be.
At least, she thinks she seems that way. ]
The both of you are under arrest for suspicion of paracriminality, breaking not only natural laws of the way things function, but purposely causing it. If I were you two? I'd shut the hell up before you say something very stupid to the Director of the agency that has you under lock and key. [ She turns to the two cells as if to accentuate her point. The brothers stand straight and stare in disbelief that well--someone as young and not federal looking is who she claims to be. ] Let me see if I understand this. You two lead a local cult, suspected of murders that turn people into shadowed individuals. Ones with no will, no mind, and all their humanity carved out. They run rampant in the middle of the night and kill others. And now, you're claiming it's all Mr. Wake's fault, and that if I don't let you kill him, he's going to kill us.
You do realize that sounds absurd to someone who deals with this shit every day? [ She nods to the doors. ] I'd suggest you step back before you make an even worse impression on me. Now, shut up. Last warning.
[ Jesse looks back at Alan with a slight apologetic look on her face. Not for the display, but for what she'll have to do next. She's still the Director. She has to make sure people around her safe--especially when they don't really know what the hell is going on with him. All the field agents know is that he's a parautalitarian and quite possibly the cause of what's going on. She needs to make sure everyone feels safe--even if she knows none of them really are.
She swings the door open and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. Pure black in color, and obviously not standard use. She motions for him to give up his hands and gently cuffs him. Then, with one more apologetic glance upwards, she gestures with her head for him to walk with her. A hand curls in the blood soaked flannel sleeve and she starts to guide him from the holding cells even with the brothers crowning on.
« Remind me later that they're not as funny as I thought they were. »
Jesse holds up her other hand when Estevez suddenly jumps from her seat at the sight of Alan out of his cell. ] I've got it handled, Estevez. Calm down. Get the rest of the supplies together and set up. Sevastopol? Instruct Estevez and her team how to set up a Control Point. I'll do the finishing touches later.
[ Steve gives a low whistle and a smirk. ] "Sevastopol"? I guess that means the boss is in--ow!
[ Estevez turns her head as Steve rubs the back of his head and chuckles. Jesse glares at him for the moment, but understands what he means without really saying it. She gently guides him down the hall to the Sheriff's Office. A location that Alan should know well, but, Jesse wouldn't be aware of that fact. Her mind is on the fact that it might be one of the brightest rooms in the whole facility and sundown is a few hours away.
She closes the door behind them and guides him to the couch. Then, she unclicks the cuffs and slides them back into the pocket of her tactical vest. She then grabs a stool with wheels and quietly sits down in front of him. Her eyes look over his wrists at first to make sure the cuffs didn't leave a mark, then, they raise back up to his.
« God, he really does look like hell. What happened? I'll ask that later. He... looks like he just needs a minute. Or an hour. I think we can do that. Let's start out small. »
Polaris shifts in agreement. Then, for the first time in the span of the last few minutes, she shimmers. Just to reach out to the torchbearer briefly.
She gives him a small smile and not with just her eyes this time. Her hands hang between her knees as elbows go on her knees. She hunches over so she can speak quietly, just between the two of them. Not that she thinks he'll really be able to talk much. He seems lucid, unlike so many other loops, but she's not entirely sure just yet.
At least he's saying her first name now. ]
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