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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Aug 7, 2014 0:09:24 GMT -8
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donny senpai pls notice me | T he party was reduced into Ciel Blanc, Nesia's champagne tray, and unimportant background noise made by the shadows in silk around them.
'Perfectly fine' did not exactly describe her employer's mood tonight. Even though the blonde's expression remain unchanged, Nesia knew that she was in trouble. She knew some bits about Ciel's policy for her employees, but lying to do another job elsewhere would bring a certain consequence that she didn't know yet. The worst that might happen is she got fired. Nesia would not want it to happen, but not because of the pay - she had two other jobs to support herself. The casino was a good place to spy on the rich ones, be it the good kind or not. Gossips circulated freely like oxygen, so there's always something that Nesia could tell to her two other employers - whom paid her exactly to do so. Losing the showgirl job means that she loses an access to eavesdrop at the latest issues.
"I would like to discuss what happened this evening soon. Understand?"
Nesia's jaw stiffened as she took a heavy breath. Her tray somehow felt heavier, so she held it with both of her hands. She nodded, forcing a polite smile to show through her neutral expression. "I will come to the casino tomorrow at the usual time, I promise."
She didn't like Ciel's smile. Her gaze moved from her face, unable to keep the eye contact. Her tray was empty now, yet she didn't remember when people took the rest of the glasses. She would have to refill it. "I hope you're enjoying the rest of the party tonight, Ms. Blanc. I have to go now," politely nodding, Nesia turned her back and quickly walked away leaving the shadows in silk behind her.
The woman didn't stop until she reached the kitchen, where she put the tray together with the others and went to a corner. The shock from the unexpected meeting with Ciel made her fingers cold. Carrying a tray full of champagne glasses would be too risky. So after she managed to breath normally, Nesia adjusted her earpiece and talked to the microphone again.
"H-hello?" she started, not sure how to begin. "This is Notonegoro. Please tell me your position, sir."
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jul 22, 2014 10:39:31 GMT -8
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I am late | D id he notice her?
It took a great effort not to turn around and look at the stage for the second time, But Nesia didn't need to glance to know who was there; her ears still recognized the same song that was playing. Yet that didn't stop her to wonder if Niklaas saw her among the crowd. No, that would be unlikely. He had a job to do and she was just another unimportant waitress in tonight's event. Except that she's not, but he didn't know it. Still, no use in getting her own hopes up.
Suddenly she wanted to go back home. Maybe after the party was done she could slip away. Nothing big would happen here tonight anyway, just the host happened to be a paranoid man.
Nesia kept her polite smile and played her role well... that until a terribly familiar figure approached her. Even though the person took her time to come over, Nesia didn't dare to look or move. The muscles around her mouth became stiff since she had to put more effort to keep her smile intact. Another glass of champagne was taken from her tray, followed by the petite figure of Ciel Blanc into her sight.
"Why, hello there, Nesia."
Oh, isn't this such a lucky night? The agent had to be absent from tonight's job at Ciel's casino to be here. Of course she couldn't tell the real reason, so naturally Nesia lied at her boss. She thought there was only a small chance that Ciel was invited to the party. What are the odds? Nesia had met two people from her "someone I want to avoid tonight" list. If a certain Russian appeared out of nowhere Nesia wouldn't even be surprised anymore.
But, back to the party.
The tip of her fingers turned colder when Ciel asked her about the cold. Nesia bit her lower lip, partly because of nervousness and partly because she needed to hold herself from swearing. Instead, she smiled curtly. Must stay professional after all.
"Good evening, Ms. Blanc," she returned her greeting. "I... I'm sorry I can't go to the casino tonight. I was asked to be a waitress here because they lack people." Good enough, and at least it wasn't fully a lie. "The offer came so sudden... I couldn't refuse it either, to be honest." Implying that she needed extra money was good, although she couldn't refuse it for another reason entirely. No one would suspect that a woman like her did need money.
"How is the party tonight? I hope you are enjoying it." Nesia really wanted to run back into the kitchen now, but that would appear rude. Ciel Blanc was a good boss - perhaps the best of the three bosses she currently had.
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jul 18, 2014 14:43:02 GMT -8
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WHAT THE HECK SHEEP IMMA CALL ANIMAL CONTROL | ❝ What the hell were you doing in the river, in a tracksuit? No don’t answer that. Why weren’t you swimming? Oh right, not many people in Indonesia can swim right? You shouldn’t go into deep water if you can’t…You might’ve…”
"I'm sorry, what?" Nesia muttered, confused. She even hadn't recovered from her initial shock caused by her fall, so his words were nothing but a wind to her. The MI6 agent tried to prop herself up by using her elbows, but they were shaking so badly. She just leaned closer to Kyle instead, trying to comprehend his questions and form an explanation, yet her mind refused to think other than the ways to warm her body.
Nesia saw that there's nothing she could do to tell him what really happened. Her mission was not something she could discuss freely with a civilian. And she didn't feel like explaining, anyway. Lying was better, but she should warm herself first.
“Look, we need to get you into some dry clothes, before you freeze."
Nesia simply nodded. A younger boy was standing nearby with a towel in his hand. Apparently Kyle wasn't alone here. The other boy scolded him for jumping into the river. She didn't recognize him, but she felt that these two were related. Must be those eyebrows.
"You can have the spare ones that Kiwi brought for me. D-do you mind if I take your jacket?”
Before Nesia could reply, Kyle already start to unzip her jacket. Panicking, Nesia lifted her hands to grab his wrist, but she hadn't stop shivering yet. If she didn't fall to the river, her cheeks would turn deep red from this sudden contact. "No, I c-can do it myself, no need to--"
And then her gun fell. The safety was still on, and the river water possibly had rendered it useless, yet it's still a gun. An agent's gun was not a weapon that you could purchase easily. Each gun was custom made, thanks to MI6's redhead researcher. Nesia knew she might get some scolding from him if she broke her gun. The absence of nearby voices told her that both males had seen it falling from her jacket. Kyle picked it up before Nesia could say anything.
The lack of proper warming, the previous chase she had and her recent near death experience prevented her to think clearly. She forgot all she had learned during her training. Now she only focused to make Kyle believe that Nesia didn't carry it around to kill people. "It doesn't look like you think it is - I mean, it's... it's..."
“I know what you are."
Nesia stared at him. What did he know?
"I-I’m a Researcher, for Q.”
Kyle knew Q. Kyle worked under Q. Kyle was in the MI6. Come to think of it... he had the same last name like Q and one of a fellow agent too. She looked straight into his eyes. He seemed to be telling the truth. Funny how a guy whom she met only once actually a coworker and a relative of two other coworkers. She remembered Kyle didn't say anything about his MI6 affiliation back then (as it's the standard protocol), only stated that he worked with animals a lot.
Nesia didn't say anything yet, still too exhausted to think, so she opted to reach for her gun instead. But the other boy took it from her trembling fingers and casually slipped it underneath his top. "H-hey!" Nesia was about to pull herself up, but a tug she felt on her head stole her attention away. A sheep was chewing on her wet, tangled hair. She whimpered, trying to pull her hair away but the sheep seemed to be adamant in chewing.
Finally the animal lost interest to her and let her hair go - now soaked in spit. Nesia vaguely heard that they talked about sushi. She waited until they were done talking before getting Kyle's attention back to her again.
"I guess you do know what I am, Kyle," she said, her voice was firm although her body was still shivering a bit. Nesia purposely left out the part of what they both knew, in case the blond boy was not involved in MI6 - and that would be unlikely since he looked young enough to be a high school student. She turned to face him and held her hand towards him, its palm facing up. "And... please, return my gun."
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jul 10, 2014 14:08:27 GMT -8
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| ❝ We're almost there. We just need to walk a bit more."
Nesia's shoulders slumped, her heart sinking deeper. He said almost in the car and almost once they arrived at this place. Her eyes wandered around, finding no signs of life save for herself and... these people. Why did she agree to go with them in the first place? Nesia felt like she was a bit carried away by the atmosphere and the joy of finding a new job. No, she did get carried away, forgetting all the cautions she usually remembered. Getting into a stranger's car is a big red flag and somehow she doesn't see it. Braginsky's kind expression masked his real intentions so well, even distracted Nesia too.
The student rubbed her arms, regretting her decision not to bring her jacket. She was supposed just to look around the city for job openings and return before it gets dark. The sea breeze passed through her sweater and sent tiny little blades to stab every inch of her skin. The men were walking ahead of Nesia because she paused so often to warm herself. One of Braginsky's men glanced at her. In a split second Nesia felt that he would come over and push her to walk faster. Before his foot turned, however, Nesia sped up her pace and purposely avoiding him by walking closer to Braginsky.
"Um, here-"
Nesia glanced at him, finding the Russian was taking off his jacket. She was confused momentarily until she remembered that she had complained about the weather. She was automatically ready to voice her refusal, but he draped his jacket on her shoulders before Nesia could say anything. The sudden addition of its weight made her knees sank a little. "You don't have to, I mean, ah..." Nesia's protest died as the jacket began to slide off her smaller frame and she fumbled to prevent it from touching the ground. It was definitely warmer with the jacket over her body, and its unfamiliar scent was strangely pleasant for her.
Holding the jacket close to her body, Nesia resumed walking alongside Braginsky. He didn't seem bothered by the wind. Maybe because he's used to the even colder temperature in his homeland. A chuckle escaped his lips, making Nesia furrowed her eyebrows. Did he think that it was funny? The Indonesian student kept her thoughts to herself, due to not having enough courage to voice it.
Nesia pulled the jacket up, covering half of her face. Her eyes, unfortunately, were not spared by the cruel sea breeze. It dried her eyes, prompting her to blink as often as possible until water began to blur her vision. Oh no, no. She shouldn't be crying now. She was a grown woman, an adult! What kind of adult who cry in this situation? Nesia wiped her tears on Braginsky's jacket, glad it partially shielded her face from the men's vision.
"All better?" He asked, to which Nesia answered with a brief nod. "Then, let's go~! You can get a warm drink once we arrive."
The promise of a warm beverage lifted her mood a little before it was crushed again by her logic. Never accept drinks from a stranger. Of course she couldn't express it to Braginsky, so Nesia stayed silent and kept her head down to avoid stubbing her toe on a pebble. Her head jerked up when an engine noise came from behind her. When Nesia turned her head, she saw the car they used to go here was leaving the harbor. Only one of Braginsky's men who was still with them, so Nesia assumed the other one drove it away.
But... why?
The other underling coughed and muttered something at her. She was lagging behind the men again. Did they think she would try to run away by using their car, so they moved it? Faces of her family and friends floated in her mind as she imagined their reaction when they found out something had happened at her in the harbor. Her family, fortunately, was half a world away, but her friends... her boyfriend... they would be worried. And what would Braginsky do to her? What kind of horror she would face once they reached their destination? And speaking of destination, where is it exactly?
"Wer ar wi going?" she asked, but her voice was strangely sounded so unlike her. Something in the back of her throat butchered the syllable and made her accent showed up. Since they were in a harbor, perhaps Braginsky was taking her to leave London, or even England? "Ar we... are we going to leave London?"
They took a turn and walked between smaller buildings. Soon the underling walked ahead of them, then knocked a door. When it opened, Nesia only saw a room full of smoke before she started coughing from the sudden smell. Her eyes became watery again, and this time she didn't even bother to conceal her cry. Without even knowing how, she found herself inside the smoke filled room, although she stayed in the corner despite the door had closed behind her.
When she raised her head again, the smoke cleared a little, allowing her eyes to see several other men in the room. Judging from their appearance, Braginsky seemed to be the nicest, kindest person there. And now he looked really happy.
Leaning on a wall, Nesia hugged the over-sized jacket tightly. A cornered animal can deliver a fatal blow. She repeated her thought like a mantra before she was able to face those people again.
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jul 6, 2014 1:24:47 GMT -8
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jul 6, 2014 1:21:18 GMT -8
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| ❝ Ohh thank you." Nesia gladly accepted the cold can of soda from Lucille's hand. She sipped the fizzing beverage, relishing the feel of cold metal on her lips. She drowned down her worry together with her drink. Now that she had returned to her room, safe and sound within these walls, such thoughts shouldn't be brought here. This was her safehouse, where she could be an ordinary college student with high hopes and big dreams just like what she used to be before meeting him.
And Lucille... her best friend shouldn't find out about it.
Nesia listened to her roommate talking about the break. Her eyes were looking at her, but Nesia barely listened to what she was saying. She only nodded and made "hmm" sound, the can swaying slightly in her grasp. "You can focus better in the library," she said, putting her soda on the table. "I didn't like it at first, but it helped me a lot." Lucille could get better grades too. Nesia had been trying to get her to spend more time studying subtly, but sometimes she disappeared in the middle of the day and didn't return until long afterwards. She was curious about her disappearance, but it wasn't her place to inquire why. It might be for personal reasons.
"...Cafeteria's still open or we could go into town or we have leftovers from yesterday ooooor, uhm, microwave meals…"
The mention of meals pulled Nesia back to reality. She tilted her head to one side, her fingers were tugging the end of her ponytail. "Cafeteria is too far and noisy," she remarked. Not that she mind it, but her previous encounter (if it's counted as one) with Mr. Braginsky's underling made her not wanting to leave the dorm, at least until tomorrow. "Microwave meals and yesterday's leftover will do." She jumped down from her bed and went to the cupboard. For several minutes she occupied herself with preparing the food. Hunger is the best distraction she has now.
She felt Lucille's eyes were directed on her back as she was facing her instant noodles. Awkward. Oh, this was so awkward. They used to be so merry, happily laughing at their homework and impending tests. But things changed, and now Nesia can felt the solid separation that grew between them.
Maybe now was the best time to start talking about it. Fortunately for Nesia, she did have a safer secret to share with her roommate. She just needed to be careful not to divulge everything that had happened. The Indonesian girl had done it before, with someone else, and while the result was far from good, it did achieve her intended outcome. But this one would be a face to face conversation, not a phone call. This would be harder to do.
Once her food was ready, Nesia placed it beside her soda can. Then she drank some more to prevent dryness settling in her throat as she prepared to talk to Lucille. She addressed her roommate as a start.
"Lucille... I..." Nesia inhaled deeply, letting the delicious smell of instant noodles filled her lungs. "You remember Niklaas, right? That pianist from the jazz club?"
And without expecting a reply - because she knew Lucille remembered about the man she had talked about so often - Nesia continued, "I broke up with him."
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 28, 2014 12:20:19 GMT -8
so do you want a thread with that? we can use hospital setting or somewhere else - they can meet there accidentally.
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 27, 2014 23:47:44 GMT -8
mm, does Eirik visit hospital regularly? if yes she might have known him owo
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 27, 2014 19:40:40 GMT -8
pls ignore the wrong account
Cerys: yes yes yes we must! Though idk what relation we have between these two for the moment. Any ideas?
Eirik: *offers cookies* >w<
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 21, 2014 3:22:22 GMT -8
...So he's the one who killed Mr. Zwingli, Mr. Legoblocks?
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 20, 2014 5:28:24 GMT -8
I've failed my duty! ;A;
I will avenge you... ;-;
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 17, 2014 3:33:27 GMT -8
N-not again! ;A;
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 14, 2014 0:31:27 GMT -8
Then we should end this quickly *nodnod*
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 8, 2014 13:36:24 GMT -8
this is going to be a tough game...
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 7, 2014 23:24:02 GMT -8
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@vi | F or the first time in two months, Nesia felt really relaxed.
There were people gathering in many groups in the park. She was in one of the large groups, the one that was consisted of women; mothers of all ages. Her ears were listening to a mother of four explaining her first pregnancy, but her eyes were wandering around the group. She examined those faces, women young and old, some with children who were barely able to sit still for a minute. They keep running around while their parents were talking, forcing the adults to keep their eyes on them. Everyone seemed innocent. She blended in nicely among them, especially since most of them were pregnant and expecting their first child.
Just like her. Being surrounded by them made her feel normal and not alone.
It's unlikely that one of these adults was a spy. There were too many witness, and Nesia doubted the mafia would recognize her in her disguise. She wore a short, dark auburn wig that covered her long black hair that had been shed lately. Her matte lipstick was also in the same shade. A square-framed glasses she used made her seemed to be several years older. Her gray long dress showed a hint of her changing body. Her disguise would be more plausible if she wasn't alone, but she couldn't bring a civilian with her. Her real business was a matter of secrets and security.
Laughter spread in the group, so Nesia imitated it as well, even though she had no idea why. She glanced at her phone, realizing that it's time for her to leave. So she carefully stood up and bid the group goodbye. Scotland Yard was within walking distance from the park, and Nesia was really grateful about it. Too much walking would make her feet swollen.
After going through inspection at the entrance, an officer took Nesia to an empty room, instructing her to wait. She seated herself on one of two chairs available inside. Apparently her arrival was already expected by the police. Could it be that Ms. Nguyen already arrived first? She was only... sixteen minutes late, after all.
The summon was completely unexpected. Nesia thought her job was done (momentarily, at least) once she gave the list of names to her MI6 superiors. But someone wanted to check it first before they took further action. It was understandable. Some people whose name she wrote were not expected to be involved in the mafia business after all.
Nesia took off her shoes and let her feet dangle above the floor. She took out a wooden fan from her bag to cool herself down. Soon she saw the door opened and someone stepped in.
"Good afternoon."
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