[TM] 319 - Friday
Her fingers tousled through his hair, the smirk on her features a bit broader than usual. Circling around the chair, she leaned forward, into the face of the man before her.
"What day is it?"
"Friday."
***
The dark blue of her skirt offset the black of the shirt she had on. A hip resting against the edge of the doorway, where she'd managed to nudge her foot in, just enough to stop him from shutting the door on her completely. Bright blue eyes looked up at him, trying to size him up. "I just wanted to thank you, I know that it was difficult to see all of your work go up with that bomb. Providing the investigators with the blueprints, that was a real help."
Her shoulder shrugged up against the doorway, glancing at him, "Nathan-" Elle paused, taking a shallow breath to sell it a bit more, "I'm sure if he was able to assist... I'm just glad you offered up that information."
"It wasn't much trouble Ms. Bishop."
"Well, still. I appreciated it."
Her foot inched in a bit more, before her hip shifted off the door frame and imposing herself into the mans home. Her fingers skirted against the door as she shut it behind her, the guy looking very confused at to why she was still there.
Confusion was replaced with more than a mild shock as her palm connected with his chest, sending a few hundred volts through him in one concussive push.
"I really do."
***
Taking a deep breath Elle stood up straight, letting her ability come to life, coiling around her fingers. A soft blue glow cast across the features of the man before her, reflecting in the pain of glass that was in front of him. The flinch came naturally to the guy tied to a chair, he didn't know what was going on, let alone what awaited him.
"You can't prove anything."
Elle tsked at the man, "Prove what? That you rigged an explosion that would take care of the Senator? You might want to reconsider who you were targeting." The lights overhead flipped on, a loud click of a fuse-box being triggered as the bulbs began flickering to life.
In his cell, Nathan paced. The lights coming on, didn't even phase him. He was used to the coming and goings of his captors. There wasn't any reason for him to pay attention anymore, not even to the man that was now staring at him, as if he was an animal in a zoo.
Elle's smile shifted to a slight pout of disappointment, "You didn't even hit Nathan with your little bomb."
"What- you've had him replaced? Like that movie... the one with Kevin Kline?"
"Sorry... I don't really know too many pop culture references from before I was let out. This is Nathan, and he's been on his best behavior. You shouldn't have been angry at him."
Pausing Elle tapped on the glass, causing Nathan to look up at her. Her eyes lit up at the recognition, the glare of anger. He was like a pissed off fish in the tank. Her forehead rested to the glass, staring at him as his eyes focused on the man tied to the chair behind her. There was confusion that flickered there, much like the fluorescent bulbs hanging overhead.
Sighing, Elle kept her gaze on Nathan, asking a question of her captor, "Do you remember what day it is?"
"Fri-Friday..."
Elle pressed off the glass, turning on her toes to watch the door open once more. "Try not to forget that... because it's going to feel a lot longer than you're used to."
"What day is it?"
"Friday."
***
The dark blue of her skirt offset the black of the shirt she had on. A hip resting against the edge of the doorway, where she'd managed to nudge her foot in, just enough to stop him from shutting the door on her completely. Bright blue eyes looked up at him, trying to size him up. "I just wanted to thank you, I know that it was difficult to see all of your work go up with that bomb. Providing the investigators with the blueprints, that was a real help."
Her shoulder shrugged up against the doorway, glancing at him, "Nathan-" Elle paused, taking a shallow breath to sell it a bit more, "I'm sure if he was able to assist... I'm just glad you offered up that information."
"It wasn't much trouble Ms. Bishop."
"Well, still. I appreciated it."
Her foot inched in a bit more, before her hip shifted off the door frame and imposing herself into the mans home. Her fingers skirted against the door as she shut it behind her, the guy looking very confused at to why she was still there.
Confusion was replaced with more than a mild shock as her palm connected with his chest, sending a few hundred volts through him in one concussive push.
"I really do."
***
Taking a deep breath Elle stood up straight, letting her ability come to life, coiling around her fingers. A soft blue glow cast across the features of the man before her, reflecting in the pain of glass that was in front of him. The flinch came naturally to the guy tied to a chair, he didn't know what was going on, let alone what awaited him.
"You can't prove anything."
Elle tsked at the man, "Prove what? That you rigged an explosion that would take care of the Senator? You might want to reconsider who you were targeting." The lights overhead flipped on, a loud click of a fuse-box being triggered as the bulbs began flickering to life.
In his cell, Nathan paced. The lights coming on, didn't even phase him. He was used to the coming and goings of his captors. There wasn't any reason for him to pay attention anymore, not even to the man that was now staring at him, as if he was an animal in a zoo.
Elle's smile shifted to a slight pout of disappointment, "You didn't even hit Nathan with your little bomb."
"What- you've had him replaced? Like that movie... the one with Kevin Kline?"
"Sorry... I don't really know too many pop culture references from before I was let out. This is Nathan, and he's been on his best behavior. You shouldn't have been angry at him."
Pausing Elle tapped on the glass, causing Nathan to look up at her. Her eyes lit up at the recognition, the glare of anger. He was like a pissed off fish in the tank. Her forehead rested to the glass, staring at him as his eyes focused on the man tied to the chair behind her. There was confusion that flickered there, much like the fluorescent bulbs hanging overhead.
Sighing, Elle kept her gaze on Nathan, asking a question of her captor, "Do you remember what day it is?"
"Fri-Friday..."
Elle pressed off the glass, turning on her toes to watch the door open once more. "Try not to forget that... because it's going to feel a lot longer than you're used to."