๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ( @greenherb / ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ย ) ย ย ยป ย ย ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐
it seems ridiculous and almostย offensiveย that williamโs position at arklay had been handed off to clemens - a man with no spine and certainly no stomach for the necessary experiments in order to further the research. she remembered guiding him around the laboratory ( how it hadย annoyedย her, stuck as a tour guide simply because the men were tooย busyย ) after his transferral from chicago. at least, if nothing else, john provided some security in the knowledge that even with a daughter cresting two, she and william hadย neverย been so insufferable.
ada, ada, ada. thatโs all the man talked about. the lack of aptitude for the work required for the t-virus projected was something she could forgive, and too could she forgive the bleeding heart of the man, but the almost constant discussion of his beloved could not. lovestruck and smitten, to the annoyance ofย everyone,ย as if he was a teenager instead of a man in charge of a facility. perhaps if he hadnโt been soย distractedย he would have disposed of the girl - or what once was a girl -ย properly.
if nothing else, moving to the NEST had been a welcomed relief from the incessant noise - more so in the whispers from elias and steve, though neither were particularlyย reliable,ย that ada too would be transferring to work alongside her boyfriend.ย
moving through the mansion, itโs hideous antiquated wallpaper having seen better days, there was no regret in no longer walking through these halls. no longer had she had to listen to the noise of dog barking, the ungratefulness of men twice her age for keeping everything organized - she was certain in her absence they had struggled to find theseย fucking keysย every morning.
tonight however, the west wing seemed particularly empty - poker night, she remembered - the click of her low heels resonating off the floor. sound had a way of carrying through these corridors. get this meeting over with quickly, annette, a mantra repeated in her head though she knew john was anything but concise.ย
quietly pushing open the antique double doors, varnished red wood carved intricately, her shoes against the marble floors signify her entrance far less subtletly as she glances over the dining hall, the long table filled with the usual suspects - steve, henry, the two security - scott and elias - a woman sat at the head of the table she does not recognise.
"why am i not surprised. i'm disappointed, henry. aren't you supposed to be filing your report on that plant of yours?" there is no gentle playfulness in her tone, only the stern voice she's come to be known for - annette may be one of the few women afforded a high position in raccoon, but she is all hard edges, no softness to be found in her - and she knows they insult her for it. as if she's too masculine, too nagging, not at all like the woman directly opposite her who looks more supermodel than scientist of security. "no wonder this place is falling apart - where's john?"
