Rap, rap, rap. A firm knock invaded his thoughts. A welcome interruption, as he had spent forty-five minutes in the same position and had not yet encountered a single relevation, a single thought he hadn't already been thinking. Sighing away the trend of his thoughts, he cleared his mind, sat straight up and caught a glimpse of the clock. It was 1:00. 'Ah, Ms. Sullivan,' he realized, grabbing his luke-warm cup o' joe and slipped into place behind the door. Mr. Jones liked to guage a person's reaction to his 'lair,' as he called it. Only to himself though. 'Wouldn't want to give the wrong impression, now would we?' Calling her in, he studied her, finding that one's reaction to a new place often betrayed what one hoped to hide. The cup in his hand merely a prop, barely remembered, he focused directly on her.
Layered, short, blonde hair gave her a perky apperance, but also framed her face beautifully. Sharp, green, intelligent eyes were the draw of her face, with a definite glimmer in them. He'd noticed it before, at the accident scene. When she'd been confronted by a young policeman while trying to gain entrance, she'd hidden it, pulling a mask over her bright eyes. It made her look more plain, stupider, more flirtatious to be playing the part of a cookie-cutter, I-wanna-be-popular, aren't-I-so-damn-cute type. And consquently, more attractive to the young man. After a small bit of convincing a few well shed tears at the scene, she was in. Afterwards, Chloe obviously didn't think that anyone was looking at her. It was then he'd noticed it, her eyes had been soulful, full of sadness and pain and loneliness, vauge and fairly unaware of her surroundings. The look of being lost. He'd recognized it at once. In fact, he'd been seeing a lot it these days, in Clark's eyes, when he thought no one was looking. Any interest he'd had in her before had only intensified when he noticed the awkward, stuttered hello the two had shared in the hall. Neither had bothered to hide the pain that filled their eyes on sight of eachother, though neither let it affect their demeanors at all. Her still perky, him still intense and happy. He'd decided they were both actors, not of the stage, but of the world, riddled with secrets and holding on strong despite. 'The most fascinating people are,' he thought, and to run into the two interesting specimens of the variety he wanted to find on his first week was pure luck. Luck he wasn't prepared to waste.
Her reaction was much like Clark's, as was the visit. Awe in her presence at first glance of the space, then suspicion, then a veil slide over eyes as she told the counciler just what he wanted to hear. Full of good excuses and nice acting that would have fooled almost everyone. Everyone but him, it seemed.
She'd said she was fine, that while she was a bit off, it was only because of fatigue. When pressed, she said she didn't like to admit it, but some news stories really affected her. They made her really feel for the people and moved her. It wasn't good for a journalist, she proclaimed, and that the bus accident had been like that for her. She was getting better, though, knowing that everyone was alright. How was he doing, she wanted to know.
Again, he didn't believe a word that came out of her mouth. But he refused to call her on it. 'Giving me enough to cover her in case she slipped and I saw pain and make her seem human, but not enough to need mental help. Clever.' That she certainly was, he noticed it from the first off. Smart enough to come up with a good excuse for everything. Just like someone else he knew.
To him, it was remarkable how much she was like Clark. Both so shut off from the world, by choice, but so lonely because of it. They expressed themselves in their eyes, but could hide it when they felt threatened. Even more incredible was the fact that they were friends, yet felt they couldn't even confide in each other. Usually people like that recognized each other and avoided them, until they were certain they could be trusted. That type, they hid themselves and then revealed their pain to similar people they felt they could trust. But not Clark and Chloe. Perhaps, he realized, what they need most is each other, yet they didn't see that there. Not the similiarites, not the pain, not the hope for trust. At least, not any more.
For now, they were both exceeding interesting. He'd continue sessions with them, gain a piece of trust, learn all he could. Granted, he already knew a considerable amount about each, but it was his mission to find out more. He'd find out all he could and then take his next step. If all went according to plan, it wouldn't be long before he could work his whammy on Clark and Chloe and find out if what he suspected was true, and what their secrets were at that.
'Patience is a virtue,' he told himself. 'Best be in command of yours. This is going to take a while.'
A little boring, I know, but provides some insight and backstory I had to add in for later. More character action soon, I promise!
Thoughts? Feelings? Rant on.
Layered, short, blonde hair gave her a perky apperance, but also framed her face beautifully. Sharp, green, intelligent eyes were the draw of her face, with a definite glimmer in them. He'd noticed it before, at the accident scene. When she'd been confronted by a young policeman while trying to gain entrance, she'd hidden it, pulling a mask over her bright eyes. It made her look more plain, stupider, more flirtatious to be playing the part of a cookie-cutter, I-wanna-be-popular, aren't-I-so-damn-cute type. And consquently, more attractive to the young man. After a small bit of convincing a few well shed tears at the scene, she was in. Afterwards, Chloe obviously didn't think that anyone was looking at her. It was then he'd noticed it, her eyes had been soulful, full of sadness and pain and loneliness, vauge and fairly unaware of her surroundings. The look of being lost. He'd recognized it at once. In fact, he'd been seeing a lot it these days, in Clark's eyes, when he thought no one was looking. Any interest he'd had in her before had only intensified when he noticed the awkward, stuttered hello the two had shared in the hall. Neither had bothered to hide the pain that filled their eyes on sight of eachother, though neither let it affect their demeanors at all. Her still perky, him still intense and happy. He'd decided they were both actors, not of the stage, but of the world, riddled with secrets and holding on strong despite. 'The most fascinating people are,' he thought, and to run into the two interesting specimens of the variety he wanted to find on his first week was pure luck. Luck he wasn't prepared to waste.
Her reaction was much like Clark's, as was the visit. Awe in her presence at first glance of the space, then suspicion, then a veil slide over eyes as she told the counciler just what he wanted to hear. Full of good excuses and nice acting that would have fooled almost everyone. Everyone but him, it seemed.
She'd said she was fine, that while she was a bit off, it was only because of fatigue. When pressed, she said she didn't like to admit it, but some news stories really affected her. They made her really feel for the people and moved her. It wasn't good for a journalist, she proclaimed, and that the bus accident had been like that for her. She was getting better, though, knowing that everyone was alright. How was he doing, she wanted to know.
Again, he didn't believe a word that came out of her mouth. But he refused to call her on it. 'Giving me enough to cover her in case she slipped and I saw pain and make her seem human, but not enough to need mental help. Clever.' That she certainly was, he noticed it from the first off. Smart enough to come up with a good excuse for everything. Just like someone else he knew.
To him, it was remarkable how much she was like Clark. Both so shut off from the world, by choice, but so lonely because of it. They expressed themselves in their eyes, but could hide it when they felt threatened. Even more incredible was the fact that they were friends, yet felt they couldn't even confide in each other. Usually people like that recognized each other and avoided them, until they were certain they could be trusted. That type, they hid themselves and then revealed their pain to similar people they felt they could trust. But not Clark and Chloe. Perhaps, he realized, what they need most is each other, yet they didn't see that there. Not the similiarites, not the pain, not the hope for trust. At least, not any more.
For now, they were both exceeding interesting. He'd continue sessions with them, gain a piece of trust, learn all he could. Granted, he already knew a considerable amount about each, but it was his mission to find out more. He'd find out all he could and then take his next step. If all went according to plan, it wouldn't be long before he could work his whammy on Clark and Chloe and find out if what he suspected was true, and what their secrets were at that.
'Patience is a virtue,' he told himself. 'Best be in command of yours. This is going to take a while.'
A little boring, I know, but provides some insight and backstory I had to add in for later. More character action soon, I promise!
Thoughts? Feelings? Rant on.