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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 6, 2014 22:46:25 GMT -8
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| T he fall seemed so long. The world slowed down, the noise from the street reduced into mumbles. And then the water caught her - cold, wet and bitter. She was not in some swimming pool where there were people nearby. This was the river.
Her mind instantly fled far into her past, in the humid tropical village where her family once settled for few years. They found his body on the riverbank, washed ashore lifeless. Rotten and bloated and purple. The smell plagued her for days, killing her appetite. The experience had traumatized her young mind so much, making her lost interest in swimming. Afraid of swimming in the river. It would eat her. She would drown and die.
No no no no no no no - she shouldn't die now. She had so much things to do!
Her arms stretched upwards, flailing, but there was nothing to grasp. There were only air and water that surrounded her - water in her eyes, in her nostrils, in her throat; bitter water silencing her screams for help. She would drown and die. That would be ironic, considering how far she had gone to keep herself alive and stayed under the radar. But everything didn't matter now, right?
“You won’t drown. I’ve got you. Lie back and try to float, like a raft.”
Float? FLOAT? How did she stay afloat? HOW?
Pull yourself together, Nesia! Someone was here, someone was going to help her, so she better not screw things up. She recalled her swimming lesson long, long ago, and did what he said. Don't panic, don't panic, so he can help you. The P.E. teacher back home told her students how to save people from drowning and how not to panic when you're drowning, yet Nesia vaguely remembered it. Take a breath, inhale, exhale, slowly, slowly. Not panicking certainly would help a lot.
Once she managed to see her feet floating above the surface, Nesia was coughing and gasping for air. Panic had stopped building within her - she's saved. The agent found a man beside her, his face was blocked by the sunlight. She detected familiarity in his voice, but she couldn't come up with a name.
When they reached the riverbank, she saw someone else already waiting for them. Nesia lied on her stomach, still shivering and coughing more water. The gun pressed on her chest, reminding her that her weapon was now soaking wet and no longer usable. Damn.
The woman straightened her back, using her elbow as a support. She turned to see the man who had rescued her, ready to say her gratitude, but the first word that came from her mouth was not "thanks". Instead, it was a name.
"K-Kyle...?"
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 6, 2014 19:20:49 GMT -8
I'll go with somewhere indoor in Westminster then~
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 6, 2014 18:04:11 GMT -8
Btw, where do you want them to meet? I imagine Kim-ly summoned her to go somewhere.
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 6, 2014 10:35:43 GMT -8
*is startled* I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear... *voice trails off, avoiding her glare*
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 6, 2014 10:16:28 GMT -8
Luci--ah. I... I didn't think he'd die, you know... it's just a game anyway, right? It's different from killing someone--I mean, really killing someone...
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 6, 2014 3:52:36 GMT -8
*drags self to corner and tries not to cry*
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 5, 2014 10:09:25 GMT -8
*I have to do my job, yes?*
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 5, 2014 6:03:05 GMT -8
...
*turns around and goes to approach boss-with-benefits ene*
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 5, 2014 5:52:19 GMT -8
We are supposed to kill someone, then... *inches closer to Vash*
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 3, 2014 19:49:36 GMT -8
*one, two, three, four... the rest are unknown to her; will observe how others react first*
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 2, 2014 7:00:45 GMT -8
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on Jun 2, 2014 6:56:09 GMT -8
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| S he didn't like guns.
Nesia stared at the opened drawer, where she put her gun under old notes and papers from her college days. Last time she checked, the drawer only had her gun inside it. Maybe she had forgotten about her mandatory weapon when she was tidying up her room yesterday, burying it under those papers. Her job didn't require her to carry one, and it would seem suspicious for her to own one. After shoving the papers into one side of the drawer, Nesia took out the gun. She held it awkwardly in her left hand, keeping her fingers away from the trigger. The feeling of its weight slowly evoked familiarity within her.
Marksmanship training was mandatory for all agents. The memory of her training days about a year ago were still fresh in her mind, as if it only happened a week ago. She was barely able to hold her footing when she fired her gun and the recoil hit her. In one occasion, she even shot at the ceiling because she was surprised. Long story short, marksmanship was a subject with a big C- written neatly by the end of her training session. Her mentors had implied to her that she might have to take regular practice with one of them after she finished her training.
It wasn't her fault that her first encounter with a real gun was somewhat traumatic. No one died that night - the wound was not fatal enough, but seeing blood splattered on the ground before her was shocking. Nesia was also plagued with thoughts that she would miss her target, or if she shot her gun somewhere public, she'd kill an innocent bystander - or worse, someone she knew. Maybe her bullet would hit a car, making it explode and kill more people nearby. Maybe her bullet would kill a fellow agent--
A loud ring stole her attention away. It came from under the pile of clean clothes on her bed. Nesia was sure it wasn't a call - she had set a different tone for calls. It was an alarm.
Why would she need another alarm? She had woken up hours ago to type the reports for her superior, Mathias Andersen. And they were not even halfway done. Thorough report means that she has to compile all the data she gathered: phone calls, coded messages, pictures, et cetera. Lately she had been included during mafia meetings and dealings, disguised as one of the girls they hired for entertainment. Nesia got more info than she usually had that way. But it made her reports even longer.
Finally Nesia found her phone under her jeans. God, this thing was too damn loud. The woman turned it over, and what she saw on the screen made her body froze on the spot. She had an appointment at the SIS Building. A marksmanship practice with Mr. Vash Zwingli. According to the alarm, Nesia only had thirty minutes to reach the shooting gallery.
She ran to the bathroom, trying her best to make herself presentable as fast as possible. And why it would have to be Mr. Vash Zwingli? That man was the best sniper MI6 had, yes, but it had to be him whom they instructed to train her? Fellow trainees back then had complained about him to her. He's too punctual, too harsh and too uptight. One even described him as merciless and spending an hour training with him would make you feel like in a battlefield. Of course Nesia hadn't had any personal training with him, so she didn't know how much true those descriptions were. As for the person himself, he actually didn't look intimidating at all. Not outside the shooting gallery.
She settled on casual clothes - she knew she'd have to run from the underground station. Then she grabbed her gun, making sure it was unloaded and the safety was on before throwing it into her bag. Her feet were undeniably sore by the time she reached the MI6 Headquarters. Panting, Nesia walked slower inside the building as her mind raced to come up with an excuse. But wait, did Mr. Vash Zwingli a type of mentor who was okay with excuses? According to those stories, the answer was no.
Thirty two minutes had passed since nine o'clock when Nesia pushed the shooting gallery door open. She was greeted by loud bangs coming from a rifle wielded by the Swiss man. Looks like he had been entertaining himself while he waited for her.
"You're late. If you've skipped breakfast, there's an orange on the table for you. Feel free to pour yourself some wine and have some of the cheese."
Her stomach growled. Nesia did skip breakfast, thanks to the damn reports, but she did not think he would let her eat something when she was already late like this. Embarrassment pushed her to step inside and put her bag on the chair. "I've had breakfast, sir, thank you." Yet she glanced at the cheese - that must be tasty. But since she was late, they better not waste any minute now. She reached for her gun inside the bag and looked for the magazines. A chill ran down her spine when she realized she had left it at home. In the drawer. Sighing, she returned it into the bag and went to use one of the handguns provided in the gallery.
"We can start now," Nesia nodded to his direction, then she turned to face her target. She took several deep breaths before she fired her first shot.
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on May 31, 2014 22:27:41 GMT -8
*observes people sleepily*
[[ I am joining! ]]
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on May 28, 2014 21:58:44 GMT -8
oooh totally. I guess they've been know each other for a while, but not close. Maybe after Madeline left Kat would invite him over sometime?
srsly Katmuse just nudge me to adopt Astrit
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Post by Nesia Notonegoro on May 27, 2014 18:42:19 GMT -8
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