ⅱ. shot
Claire had conveniently texted to both Owen and Barry about picking the intern up. He had grumbled and moaned for an hour to Barry but finally managed to get up and drive over into the amusement park. In the worst way possible: alone.
The manager had informed him that the girl will be waiting for him outside of the Jurassic's hotels back door.
He had managed to squeeze through the crowd of two thousand million people and parked at the back door of the hotel and walked out of the jeep.
A girl was indeed waiting there. She was an asian. Long wavy black hair cascaded down her back. Her features were extremely delicate, but he could tell she had european blood in her. She wasn't exactly tall. So in average, she looked like a asian barbie doll, but she had round cheeks. Owen was surprised that she decided to take this job, she looked as if one push and she'll shatter on the floor in thousands of pieces. Too vulnerable, too delicate.
The girl looked up from her phone and walked forward towards Owen.
"You're Owen Grady?" She asked. Seriously, even her voice was rather girlish.
"Yeah." He answered, shaking her hands. "And your name is-?"
She replied, "Skye Wu."
"Well, Skye. You better get in the car, I'm going to take you to see my beauties." He said, opening the shotgun seat and watched as Skye sat down and closed the doors.
The start of the journey was filled with awkward silence, until Owen decided to break it. "So, tell me about yourself!" He shouted to Skye, above the noise of the tourists.
"Uh..."
"What are your qualifications?" He asked. She told him about her grades.
"Health?"
She turned to look at him. "My health?!"
"Yeah. Are you active? Work out?"
"Yeah, I sometimes work out..." She trailed off, rather lamely.
Silence settles again. And it doesn't lift until the end of the journey.
"Welcome to the Velocirapter paddock, miss. Wu." Owen stated as Skye managed to climb down from the jeep. She simply stood there, unable to say a word.
They were in front of a metal structure. Three floors and a metal catwalk. There was a sign nailed by the paddock, stating 'Velocirapter'. Security guards flagged the entrance, some growling menacingly, some just wandering around, talking to each other. But their voices was cut off by a loud screeching noise coming from the paddock.
"Yeah. I know what you mean." She murmured, then stepped forward, following Owen.
Just before they reached the door of the paddock, Owen turned around to face Skye, holding his arms out and blocking her entrance. "Okay, are you sure you want to do this?" He asked her. "I mean, it's dangerous and everything."
Skye rolled her eyes and pushed past him. "Tell me something I don't know."
When she arrived. The raptors were all muzzled and were being patted by a black guy. "Hi," She said, not knowing who this is, since Claire only told her about Owen.
"Hi, I'm Barry," He said, extending his hand and Skye shook it. "Barry, this is Skye, she'll be working with the Pterodactyls." Owen introduced. "And these are my girls, Skye." He stepped forward and patted one of the raptors.
"This is Blue, Charlie, Delta and Echo. Girls, so say hello to Skye."
They all started to screech and call at Skye. She reached to her belt towards the gun that was strapped to it. Owen and Barry's eyes widened but all that she did was take it and slowly settled it down on the ground and held her hands up as she stood up and walked towards the raptors.
As she approached Delta she said in the gentlest voice she could manage, "Hey there. So if you feel anyway uncomfortable, just snap, and I'll stop. Okay?"
Slowly lifting up her arms, she reached across to Delta. The raptors eyes bulged but didn't seem to make a sound of protest. And when Skye touched her, the only response was her shivering slightly. She even closed her eyes as if she enjoyed it.
"Wow. You're good." Barry mused. Behind Skye, he looked towards Owen, with a amused expression on his face. If he wasn't wrong, Owen was defiantly out-shined today.
"Thanks." She replied, while patting Charlie, quite oblivious to Owen's jealous expression.
After Skye went to talk with the officers and the other workers, Barry turned to Owen.
"She seems nice." He said lightly, even though he was mentally hitting himself not to laugh.
Owen crossed his arms like a little kid and burst out, "Seriously? You know me Barry; she's not my type." While grinding his teeth and watching as Skye talked openly with the co-workers, all boys, and all of them were laughing along with her.
"Yeah, totally." chuckled Barry. Owen missed the sarcasm.
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Claire had told Skye about the famous Owen Grady. The playboy in the park, who will bang anything that can walk and is in the opposite gender as him. But seriously, the Owen Grady she met wasn't exactly like that.
He was alright, but seemed a little tense. Although the way he loved his raptors, and how proud he was whenever he talked about him, it was... Well, amazing.
But he doesn't seem to like her much.
As she was talking to one of the co-workers up on the catwalk, the four girls seemed to have gotten free and started to edge towards the catwalk. "Is this normal behavior, or...?" She asked the guy, she thought her name was Mark or Mach or something. "No." He replied, brows furrowed in confusion.
The girls started to jump up and down and snapping up at them.
"Hey! Hey! Girls! What are you doing?" Owen's voice drifted from below and Skye watched as he ran up to the catwalk, clutching a clicker in his hands.
The girls turned to stare at him and started to chatter loudly.
"Okay, eyes on me now." He commanded, clicking the clicker. Charlie, Delta and Echo turned up to look at him, while Blue looked the other way, examining the ground. "Blue. Blue. Blue! Eyes on me." He shouted again. But, Blue didn't budge.
"Can I try?" asked Skye, tapping Owen's shoulder.
His eyebrows rose right up, Skye actually thought that his eyebrows had disappeared into his brown hair. "Yeah." He replied after a slight pause, "Yeah. Be my guest."
He tried to hand her the clicker but she declined.
Stepping forward and holding her right hand in the air, her hands reached to her lips and she whistled and caught the attention of the raptors except Blue. Owen snored. She ignored him. "Blue. Blue?" She said gently, but loud enough for the raptors to hear her.
Blue looked up and clicked for a few moments and went silent, doing just as the rest of her pack was.
"Okay. Come on. And we're moving." She continued, while snatching the clicker from Owen's hand and starting to walk along the catwalk.
The raptors followed her, raising their heads and occasionally snapping at the humans above them.
"Dismissed!" Skye announced after she had walked the length of the catwalk, and the raptors departed, chattering.
When she turned around, she found a sour-faced Owen and an open-mouthed co-worker. As she walked past him to get down on the ground again, the co-worker stopped her and asked in a breathless voice. "Hey, so if you have time or something. Let's go and grab a beer or-?"
"Yeah, sure." She answered blindly, then hurried down the stairs.
"That was amazing." Barry stated after Skye was close enough to hear him.
"Thanks." She smiled sweetly, and suddenly sat down on the cold hard metal, the smile leaving her face. Barry sat down next to her. "What is it?" He asked her. "You might not've noticed, but- I don't think the alpha likes me." She replied with a shrug.
Barry chuckled and shook his head. "You know he's ju- Wait. How do you know he's the alpha?"
"Please. I work with lions and hyenas and wolves." She said, throwing her head back and staring at the ceiling. "He's just what, Barry?"
"Jealous." He whispered. "Because Blue never listens to him, I mean- never. And you just came here in just 24 hours and managed to make her obey."
Skye stood up. "Well, I'm just gonna talked to him about handling animals." She walked up the stairs to the catwalk while pulling her long hair into a ponytail. Owen was waiting there for her, hands on his hips and his face rather red. "Look, sour grapes." She said before he could open his mouth. "I like the way you totally love your raptors, but please- just make sure that they know that you love them. And try not to be so hard on them." Skye patted him on the shoulder.
"Yeah, okay." He answered easily. "So, you like fast food?"
"Hell, I do."