Jul 4, 2015
“I kind’ve...might’ve...accidentally dropped something in the raptor cage... like, oh I don’t know, my phone.... Could you get it?”
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“I kind’ve...might’ve...accidentally dropped something in the raptor cage... like, oh I don’t know, my phone.... Could you get it?”
//: myraptxrs
she’s still on the phone when she sees his car pull up to the airport; her shoulders hunch up to keep her jacket close. even after all this TIME, her body prefers the temperatures of central america; chicago had been a nightmare for her first few months back ‘h o m e’. a few quick words and she ends the call with her gravely concerned sister.
“ ------------------- hey. it’s... good to see you. ”
( is it? it’s been so long since she’s seen him in person... they aren’t even who they were, when the park still FUNCTIONED. )
“ i’ve lined up a flight. we’ll be going into COSTA RICA, then taking a boat to--- uh--- ”
she shuffles her things, to find the itinerary -- her gaze flicks up to him as she draws it out, expecting him to make a JOKE about it. a quick read to make sure she has the right page, then----
“ isla tacaño. the new... SITE. ”
myraptxrs
“Mr. Grady?” He inquired, addressing the man who had just stepped out of the airplane hanger. “Dr. Grant.” He said, introducing himself as she stuck out his hand to shake the other man’s. The man smiled politely, not expecting the man to know who he was. He had been asked to help with the ‘clean-up’ operation and had just arrived at the airport in Costa Rica. “Could I have a word with you?”
Reprimanded
Maybe she shouldn't have tried to grab that assistant through the bars. She'd been reprimanded harshly, and Two was curled up- rather mopping- in the hollowed dug out she'd made under her favorite palm tree, laying mostly on her side arms folded and head on her arms.
Her nose still hurt from the electric prod used to dislodge her from the assistant keeper's arm. She hadn't actually hurt him- maybe she'd torn some clothes, but he'd gotten too close, and he was too careless- and Two wanted the bucket of mice in his hands.
“I don’t even know who you are.”
“Ah- Zara Young” She said in greetingholding out her hand, “Ms. Dearing’s Personal Assistant.”