I can show you love in a tidal wave of mystery.

Current Place: Mensa Health: Appears Healthy Mood: Curious Kills: 0 Allies: 0 Point Balance: 2

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The Third Time || Ethan & Vedrana

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  Obviously Ethan was uncertain. The girl was just too bubbly for someone that was trapped within the Division sector walls — and it left little to be desired in the means of studying her and what she would intend on doing. Most people — as it seemed, were n two sides of the spectrum, either fearful (whether they would show it or not ) or too confident for their own situation, which was something Division did not find to be a desirable trait within their recruits. Blankly ignoring the girl’s pip in her tone the handler continued. “Well no, you are here because you were told to be." he reminded her fruitlessly, not thinking too much into the depths of what here and why were, as they were hardly his problem and something he would prefer to leave for…another person to discover or bother with. 

After hearing bounds of excuses from the other recruits (some liable, while others — questionable), the handler had far more than his share. “And you didn’t think to ask?" he questioned the girl softly, not intending on sounding harsh or rude by any means. “The authority of Division, they know a significant amount of what goes on, but contrary to popular belief, they are not mind readers Vedrana." Taking a sip of the water he kept to the side, the handler continued to size the girl up, questions brimming in his mind for a moment before finally settling, placing the bottle back down on the table. “All right, well easy enough to just jump right in to start your training, but some what too easy." he decided,  not willing to start right away since he still needed to get a grip on where the blonde stood. “Now, have you had a sparring match?"

[vedrana-jankovic]

Unknowingly, she began to tap her foot. Out of frustration? Out of lack of sleep? Did it really matter? He should really be focusing on the now, unless, he could pick her up and take her back time. To change her many mistakes. Vedrana flicked her hair to trash her many, uninvited thoughts. "You're right, Ethan I should have asked for some assistance." Vedrana smiled warily. "But I really wanted to show some initiative. I'll be sure to ask next time, without a seconds thought." Vedrana nodded her head reassuringly and ended her pitch with a small scratch on the nose. Hopefully she rubbed off as convincing, even though she was lying, but what ever made him feel happy or proud. She'd be able to say. What ever sweet words fed onto his ego.

"No." Vedrana sighed and fanned herself to relieve her growing headache. She used to love the heat. Summer, especially. The scorching heat gave her an excuse to prance around in her two piece bikini. Although, the private training room felt claustrophobic, enclosing and humid. Different kind of heat. One that gave Vedrana's ditzy head a headache. Along with Ethan's 'interrogation'. They brought unwanted reactions. Like her headache. The scenario reminded her of her first few months in the sex industry. Those unsettling anxiety attacks. Vedrana sighed and fumbled with her hands behind her back. "I did want to spar with one girl, but she didn't want to." Vedrana shrugged and seemed startled when an accidental yawn bravely escaped. "Excuse me." She said quietly, quickly bringing her fair skinned palm to her mouth.

[vedrana-jankovic]

Unique Skills || Vedrana & Aidan

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  "I d-didn’t realize," Aidan’s tone was cold despite the stutter, “Th-that you had s-sole claim over this room.  Or th-that one offhand comment obligated an entire c-conversation."  He rolled his eyes.  "I k-keep trying to do exactly that!"  Vedrana’s thoughts followed no conceivable pattern, there was no logic to her statements.  So she didn’t like what he did and said.  None of that would matter if she was willing to walk away.  But instead, she kept on going even knowing she disliked the outcome.  That was insanity, plain and simple.

"Look, you make me highly uncomfortable," and I have social anxiety and a panic disorder, he didn’t say.  "I am by no means obligated to like you.  And it is perfectly fine if you don’t like me.  But if you feel that way, why are  you talking to me?  We stopped talking, and then you started again!"  Realizing that he probably wasn’t getting through to her, he sighed and spoke more quietly.  "You rely on other people and their opinions too much, Vedrana.  I don’t owe you anything.  But here’s a concept—you don’t owe me anything either."  Because suddenly, Vedrana, how she thought and operated, clicked into place.  She’d never made much sense to him—she’d seemed so programmed, so fake.  But that was because somehow, somewhere, she’d gotten the idea that everything she was worth was based on other people.  That relations were a necessity, and that the opinions of others counted for far more than they did.  He’d thought she’d seemed like a puppet, and she had—but whoever had been controlling her, they were gone now.  That made it easy for Division to get her loyalty and control her—she was already used to it.  "Look, Vedrana, it doesn’t matter what I think.  It doesn’t matter what anyone thinks.  Just do what you want.  If you want me to leave, then tell me to leave.  If you want to leave, walk out of here, right now.  You don’t even have to say goodbye."  Because it was true that the void left by whoever she used to listen to left Division an opening, but it also gave her a chance to stand on her own.

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Vedrana rolled her eyes with a smug frown and groaned loudly. "You're so weird." She said casually and picked up her bag. Everything he said to her seemed so easy to just block out and forget. Even if the ignorant teen did have a point. "I'm obviously not having this fit for fun. There's a reason. You're not at all charming, in fact quite unsettling." She flung the bag over loaded with towels and her bathing suit over her shoulder and looked back at Aidan.

It felt so good to insult him. To tell him, right to his face how weird, stubborn and quite arrogant he was. "You're just a waste of my time." She shrugged and wondered if that was true or not. What was uncomfortable about her? She was blonde, tall and thin, isn't this what all men want? Aidan was complex, annoying, distant. A complete 'know- it- all' mule. In fact, her jaw clenched out of anger rather than fear. She clenched her fist out of frustration. She grimaced with wry amusement. Aidan was not that powerful, influential alpha- male, he was the complete opposite. At least she excelled in physical strength. What was he good at? Pissing people off? It took her a while to realize it, although when she did, she felt free. Like a weight keeping her down was all but a light feather from the pillow she slept on every night. She had nothing to be fearful of.

She had not had any sexual intimacy which also put her on edge. "I don't need your 'tips' and I don't need to be nice to you either, you've done nothing but insult me. With your blunt replies. By the way, don't even bother walking into the same room as me. I'll try not to trip over the pole up your ass." She gave him one final dirty look and stormed out of the pool, hoping to leave him confused.

The escort industry discouraged Vedrana's hot- headed temper, and shaped her into the submissive, people pleaser she was today. Although, her recent outburst opened new doors. Vedrana bandaged up her hands in the gym, moved to a punching bag and jammed her fists into the equipment.

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New PINK: July 2013

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Disorder || Maya and Vedrana

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  Maya wasn‘t quite sure how to react to such a bluntly uttered compliment but with sheer joy and gratitude. She was glad that the other girl found so quick something she liked about the Russian which immediately resulted in her need to be accepted being stilled. „Thank you.“ she said under her breath, bowing her head a little in an appreciative gesture before raising her head again and offering the blonde yet another bright smile. „Your hair looks nice too, you know?“ she said honestly, even though it seems weird to compliment someone who had just given her a compliment. It felt like a need to express the same admiration and she just hoped that Vedrana wouldn‘t mind.

„You‘re more than welcome.“ Maya said in response, eyeing the girl with slight confusion when she noticed how she kept her hands behind her back, a behavior the brunette found irritating since it seemed as if her counterpart tried to keep something from her view even thought Maya knew that this was most likely not the case this time. „I‘m Maya. And you are?“ the female recruit asked with a gentle smile gracing her lips while her Russian accent was still thick in her voice, not feeling like she had to conceal it while talking to the other girl.

Not letting her smile falter the brunette kept her sapphire orbits on the blonde girl, a kind expression on her face before she tilted her head in slight curiosity. „Where were you heading?“ she asked, trying to keep the situation light before adding carefully. „If you don‘t mind me asking.

[vedrana-jankovic]

"Oh . . . Why thank- you." Vedrana giggled in gratitude. Maya was so . . Nice. When ever people were nice to Vedrana, she ended up with a fat pay cheque. Although, the money and the indulgence excited her, gave her things to look forward to, this was definitely going to end differently; however, that did not mean Vedrana was upset. She was more than happy, with the girl with the heavy Russian accent. For one thing, the Russian girl had complimented her back, and had not seemed at all paranoid when receiving a compliment from Vedrana. She seemed . . . Normal. For once, somebody normal. Vedrana just smiled, in order to savor the moment she appreciated. This may be her chance, to make a friend.

"I'm Vedrana. You must be Russian?" Vedrana asked lightly, picking up the familiar accent from one of her numerous escapades to Russia. Aside from the frigid winds, Russia was a beautiful place. One Vedrana would like to visit for a mission trip, or what ever they called a 'mission' at Division. Russia was also a  hot spot for human trafficking and prostitution. A radiant girl like Maya . . . Could have most likely been in the same situation, as Vedrana. Although, it would be wrong to judge, despite her deep interest. Maya had not seemed like an escort. She appeared too bubbly . . . However, so did Vedrana. Most likely, it could all be an act. Vedrana's prying mind would have to be patient, for now. She would have to friend the Russian native first.

"To the Mensa room." Vedrana lied confidently. "Would you like to come with me?" Shall I escort you Maya, to the Mensa room? Vedrana scoffed, playfully in her mind.

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The Third Time || Ethan & Vedrana

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  Ethan waited patiently for the girl to finally look at him, the lack of confidence in her tone and posture would easily make her an easy target for…just about anybody, though he wondered what was going through that head of hers. Of course, it wasn’t in his nature to ask. “Yes well, I do intend on being your last handler." he told her, not voicing the fact that he had zero intention on being replaced as anyone’s handler within the bunker. “Well yes, but unfortunately I don’t think you need to adjust too much, considering your lack of interaction with the handlers before me anyway, worst case if you will now have to really work hard." he told her, shrugging carelessly as he left her ability to succeed up to her. “And naturally, I will never doubt optimistic behavior. You are going to need it in order to get through the next few weeks…or months of training, do you think that you can handle that Vedrana?"

Rhys, according to her file, and Kirill had been the first handler, as both had been the handler for Sofia Delacroix, the newly graduated cleaner he had recently met above ground. Interesting, neither had much interaction with their recruits, and it was equally disheartening. “Expect something entirely different with me Vedrana, I have zero intentions on going easy on you - especially considering how far behind you are on your training. Due to how long you have been here? You should be significantly closer to graduation — but unfortunately it seems like you are at the beginning. Do you care to tell me why that is? And then we will discuss any training you need to have in order to succeed after the fact."

[vedrana-jankovic]

"Of course I can." Vedrana smiled optimistically, praying that her false façade was fooling Ethan as planned. "That's why I'm here, isn't it?" Vedrana leaned in a little bit closer, now beginning to view him as just another one of her clients- to keep herself centered and stable. Vedrana's clients left happy and thirsty for more. Having sex with Ethan was not on her agenda, although, maybe she could charm him? Taking away an underground facility out of the equation, pretending that everything was perfectly fine could work in her favor. Nothing worked in her favor in Division's system, which was not too crash hot for her. Generally, the secrecy, the guns, the allure worried her. Scared her. Sometimes, she scared herself. She had killed somebody, what else was she capable of? Despite Division recruiting her, she hoped it wasn't for assassination. If she was going to be used as another sex slave, at least that would be something familiar to her. However, she knew and feared, assassination was part of the deal. Maybe, after the sexual gratification? What a cliché.

She flipped her hair, immediately forming a slight frown. "Its been difficult. There isn't anybody I can really turn to. With my unfortunate experience on the Handlers. Nobody has been much help." She played the femme- fatale and shrugged almost carelessly. As if she presumed Ethan would come and go like the others. "Although." She stepped a little closer, rubbing her arm with her dainty 'crimeless' hand. "If you're here to stay, then I guess we could start with my training?"

[vedrana-jankovic]

Unique Skills || Vedrana & Aidan

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  The abrupt turn in Vedrana’s behavior, as always, disconcerted Aidan.  At times she seemed like an eerily-programmed android, but then her mood would change in a flash and it would remind him of a glitch in programming.  He pushed himself up on his hands and pulled his feet out of the water in an attempt to back away from the unpredictability.  Her angry voice echoed in the pool, considerably less pleasantly than his humming had a few moments before.

"You s-started a conversation," he put his hands up in a defensive gesture (not that he really expected an attack from her, but it was a basic response to aggression that indicated he meant no harm, so he couldn’t really go wrong) and took another step back.  "I t-t-tried to continue it.  Pardon me for overstepping my boundaries," his tone dripped with sarcasm.  He neither wanted nor expected forgiveness.  He had no idea what her sudden offense was—she seemed almost hurt.

"Look, you always act like it’s a ch-chore to talk to me, which you don’t even have to do, and when I point that out you get pissed."  Irritation made it easier for him to explain than it normally was, and he turned away in his aggravation.  "What do you want me to say?" he demanded.  He didn’t have the words she wanted to hear, and he hated his lack of knowledge leading to his inability to respond. What did she expect from him, anyway?  "And I don’t know where you got the idea I was mocking you," Aidan snapped, because now he was flat-out angry.  Because she was pulling the innocent/hurt/I’m-so-fucking-sad thing, and he didn’t know how they’d gotten there.  "Tell me what to say to make you happy, and I’ll fucking say it."

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  "Actually, I was speaking to myself. I came alone, and then you decided to interrupt." Vedrana said sternly. She clenched her jaw and folded her arms. He tells her to be honest, and then he yells at her for it? She didn't like what escaped his lips, there was no reason for him to act this way. "Stop it, Aidan." Vedrana puffed a strand of hair out of her blue eyes, and struggled to find her pants, amongst the towels. Her fingers finally slid past her pants, which was covered under a few white, soft towels. She was tired, she was angry and she was terribly scared at the same time. The only other time she felt this way, was with her latest client. Who was probably rotting with the maggots under ground. Vedrana brought her hand to her mouth and swallowed, wanting to forget about it all. She only remembered the major things. She had killed him, because he got angry with her over something. She felt awfully guilty. Each day, she wished she could take it back.

"I act like its a chore to speak to you? Aidan, you never liked me." Vedrana rolled her eyes out of complete annoyance. Everything that came out of his mouth, including the slight stutter, was beginning to drive her mad. "It doesn't matter, anyway You tell me to be honest. So I am honest, and then I'm yelled at because of it. Which is why I am never honest with myself." Vedrana sighed in an attempt to release the tension in her slightly trembling arms. "Who cares anyway." Vedrana said with slight disappointment and zoned out for a bit, wanting to block him out. Nobody cared, not even Aidan. Why should he care anyway? He didn't even know her, and she didn't know him. "Anyway, why would you try to continue the 'conversation' when I'm not even your company?" It seemed odd to Vedrana, for somebody to try conversation, when they didn't even like her.

Vedrana scoffed. "Like you want to make me 'happy' Aidan. You don't even care, stop fooling yourself. Stop being so stubborn." It didn't have to be like this. Vedrana stepped a little closer to Aidan. "You don't have to like me. You don't have to 'make me happy'. So just forget about it." She said numbly. "We'll just leave it at that." Vedrana said in a passive tone. A change of heart? No. A change of tone? A change of tactic? Yes. There was no point arguing with a mule like Aidan.

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The Third Time || Ethan & Vedrana

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  Ethan cleared his throat towards the young woman in front of him to hint that she should look up from the floor. “Hopefully?" he repeated her response with a slight laziness to his tone. “I would like to say anything is probable, but maybe I am more optimistic than most of the other recruits." In truth, Ethan didn’t know, nor care about the rest of their thoughts as long as they remained harmless to themselves or others around them, and he could already tell that he was making the girl quite nervous. It was a different sight, but one he took in curiously though didn’t bother to ask for further details. “So, you and your handler did nothing." he stated the obvious, placing her file down on the table. “I think that is…quite obvious Vedrana, as it is for most of the other recruits within this facility. Did you start any training sessions at all?"

Not entirely willing to repeat himself again, the handler took a deep breath and eyed the blonde with slight separation. “How do you know that they were great people, if I may ask?" he questioned her honestly, sure that she just didn’t want to come off as a rat to another handler, which was the complete opposite of…every other recruit he had met within the bunker (and out). Clearing his throat one more time in hopes of holding her attention, Ethan looked over towards the bag. “Why don’t you tell me, what is it that you have worked on so far, and what skills you think that you are lacking?"

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"Well, hopefully you're my last Handler, Ethan." Vedrana fluently moved her eyes to meet Ethan's as her lips formed a friendly smile. "I mean . . . Its terrible re-adjusting all the time." She sighed and for some reason looked back at the floor. As if she longed to leave. Vedrana did long to leave. Ethan was . . . Too monotone for Vedrana's tasting. He seemed like he was good at his job. Although, she liked somebody with emotion.

Folding her arms, Vedrana wanted to conceal herself. She placed a hand on her upper chest, in hopes of shielding her body, her personality. Her looks, her past and her possible future. Although she secretly knew it was no use. Ethan would know and understand the Swedish woman better than she would know and understand herself. Which was quite scary. "I prefer optimism." Vedrana shrugged casually and looked back up at Ethan.

"I had two. One with each." Looking at Ethan while she spoke was something Vedrana found difficulty in. It was just too tempting, to look down and basically answer his questions numbly, while attempting to ignore his presence. "I spoke with Rhys, and . . ." It was difficult trying to remember the name of the other. "I forgot his name, but we didn't do much either." Vedrana didn't know why Ethan even cared about her opinions on her past handlers. It mostly likely was not even relevant. Although, she had to answer. "Well, its only a presumption." Vedrana felt slightly annoyed and confused, at the thought of speaking to a nosy person. "But it doesn't matter, does it?

What was she lacking? "Computers, mostly. We could work on my . . . Fighting skills?" Vedrana had never sparred before, although she presumed she was not as capable as the rest. It hurt putting herself down like that. She knew she was somewhat better than she put herself out to be, although, she was scared. Scared of admitting it maybe?

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The Third Time || Ethan & Vedrana

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  There was always a wariness in the recruits when they met with him, whether it be disguised in the snotty attitude in which the handler had found himself met with the blunt horns of a ram with Aidan, or the distaste in the fact that a handler would prove useless to his cause as meet with by Olivier then…there was the blonde — who had popped her way into the training room with all intents and purposes of giving off a good impress — so he assumed. So many different personalities, in truth had already proven to be a volatile cause, but Ethan had met many kinds of people over the years and was willing (and able) to function with both. Sizing her up casually, Ethan gave a stout nod as he assumed a proper standing position at her greeting. “Vedrana." he repeated, already having her file in hand. “My name is Ethan Maslany, and obviously, in case you weren’t already informed, I am your newest handler — and hopefully your last."

Those words had been true, Ethan had no intention on just disappearing as the others did before him, and just as Oliver had, Vedrana had gone through two handlers before him, so he had already been prepared for some kind of blow back. “Anyway, I have gone through your file and I see it is…lacking." he stated plainly, his voice coated in a level of boredom that  just spoke volumes of ‘not that it is much of a surprise’, before he continued. “But I see you had two handlers before me, so…do you care to tell me what they worked with you on? If they did so at all?"

[vedrana-jankovic]

The way Ethan casually studied Vedrana made her even more nervous. Although, the act was somewhat familiar to Vedrana, it was probably his title that scared her. Her new 'Handler'. Despite everything going smoothly, Vedrana knew better. When ever a man was nice to her, he only wanted one thing. So far, the majority of the men in Division had not been kind or nurturing towards her. Madden, Aidan, Rhys. Her first handler, she regretfully forgot the name of. Vedrana thought she could feel her eye twitch, although, that probably didn't happen. For some reason, her forehead also began to tingle and slightly burn. This always happened when she was nervous. She just had to relax. She replayed what her agent used to tell her, during the beginning of her 'career'. "Yeah, hopefully." She agreed and smiled. Always, smile. Re- adjusting her position, Vedrana leaned on her left leg and slightly hunched her shoulders. When she could feel them hunched, she straightened her back cautiously. "Well . . ." She breathed deeply and looked at the floor. "We . . . We did nothing, really." Vedrana confessed. Keeping her eyes on the floor, Vedrana avoided eye contact. She did not want to see the disappointment in his eyes.

"I mean, they were great people, but . . . We didn't do much." Which was the honest truth. Although, now they were probably all dead, so it really didn't matter what she said about them. She smiled again. He seemed bored. Ethan lacked enthusiasm and maybe emotion. Or so he seemed. What was with the staff down here, and their lack of emotion?

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The Third Time || Ethan & Vedrana

There was one down, or rather…three…maybe it was four, even with Ethan’s ability to keep track of all things mundane, the handler had seemingly lost track of all things — recruit for a while as they all came and went far too quickly. Some of then had been assigned to him, while others had been simply passerby, looking for assistance in one thing and one thing only. Those were the recruits that he had to worry about, but not nearly as much as his own. In that moment, he had his own recruit to be concerned of — Vedrana Jankovic, a Swedish native, so he had seen in her file, and he was due to meet with her for the first time even though the other recruits had stopped in far earlier in the week or even the week before.

Waiting, however, just as he had the issue with Oliver — was not one of his strong points when it came to the bunker. After all, he still had a long list of other recruits to meet with and he didn’t want his focus stretched too thin in the process, after all each recruit deserved their own fair chance at graduating. Keeping his seat this time, finding his usual pace around the private training room (where he kept all of his meeting) to be strangely repetitive, Ethan remained in the chair next to his favored desk and was simply going through the files to pass the time while he waited for his newly assigned recruit to join him for their first introduction since he found it far more beneficial to learn more about the recruits he was working with before officially putting them into training with him.

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Vedrana missed her golden brown skin. Driving around the city, flirting with the guys like she was so pretty. They made her crazy, they made her wild. It had been two months, the least, and she still had not accepted her situation. Baby, put on that party dress. They would tell her. She would obey and do their party favors. Now, she was scheduled to meet a different type of man. He would not get on his crystal meth. He wouldn't tolerate such nonsense.

Just like he probably wouldn't tolerate lateness. Vedrana grunted and crawled out of bed. She played with her introduction. "Hello, I'm Vedrana Jankovic." "Oh . . . You're my new Handler?" "Teach me things." She scoffed at the last one. Vedrana wondered why all of her handlers kept disappearing. Was it because of her? Was she just too horrible to teach? No. They would have gotten rid of Vedrana, if it was her fault. Obviously . . . There was something wrong with Division.

Vedrana numbly headed for the Private Training Room. Obviously, she would meet him there and put herself on display. Her skills, her speech, her body. Vedrana yawned as she stood before the door to the training room. She sighed, took in a deep breath and smiled. "You can do this." She whispered weakly, so that nobody else could hear her, other than herself. "Just . . . Pretend."

Vedrana held her head high, although not too high, and glided inside. She did not want to seem cocky or arrogant. There he stood at the desk. Vedrana wanted to turn away and run. She could feel her legs tremble, although she didn't know if that was in the mind, or if they were actually trembling. She stopped abruptly before him, and smiled. "I'm Vedrana Jankovic." She said, somewhat enthusiastically. She was too nervous, to even say hello. "Hello." She swallowed and smiled.

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Risk & Reward || Zooey and Vedrana

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  Zooey had to consider Vedrana’s words for a moment with an odd expression twisting at her features. Bonding, having a connection? That was a new way of hearing things but within the moment the Grecian considered the fact that maybe she had …bonded with the likes of Sofia and Xavier and as of yet she didn’t want to strangle Vedrana for annoying her, so it was definitely some kind of progress she supposed. “I guess we are?" She asked her with an almost sheepish shrug. “And…Maybe I have before. I guess it’s possible." Zooey listened, and watched as the blonde sunk down in her seat with her eye brow raised. Dying alone had never been something she considered an issue, but she was more than curious as to why someone would be uncomfortable with it. “If…you die alone that means that nobody can be disappointed in you — right?" she questioned, shrugging once more as her focus fell down to her hands. 

"Though — I guess dying alone would be…sad. I guess I just never thought about dying" she recovered, though only for a moment before thinking about all the times she had almost died alone. “I think that…no matter what you don’t actually die alone, we will always have our expectations of death though — so I can’t…agree or disagree with you." For a moment, Zooey’s memories flashed over as Vedrana implied she may fall in love and she quickly rose a hand while shaking her head. “Oh no…I don’t…I don’t want to fall in love. Strings?" she spoke her favorite rule clearly. “I don’t want strings, they manage to get in the way."

[vedrana-jankovic]

"Of course, its possible." Vedrana encouraged Zooey. Every time Vedrana connected with somebody, she felt happy. Like a positive reaction. She searched for that positive reaction and hoped to find it in Zooey. Although, if she didn't, it'll be just another disappointment too add.

"Well, it could be like that for you." Vedrana thought. "Although, if I die alone, I'd die without happiness. I don't want that for myself." Vedrana shrugged and sighed. "How depressing." She admitted. She always thought about her death. Was that the sign of a defeated, battered woman? Maybe Zooey had quite a bit of courage? If she didn't think about her death? Or, she was just sane and not a freak like Vedrana. Vedrana folded her legs into a more 'classy' position. Thinking about her death, always made her squirm around in her seat. Its not that her death made her uncomfortable. It actually kept her relaxed, centered and focused. It was something else. What bothered Vedrana, was that she was way too comfortable about the various scenarios which flew in and out of her head.

"What do you mean?" Vedrana creased her face. Well, that was a surprisingly positive outlook. "Are you saying its impossible to be alone?" She asked curiously.

"Preach it." Vedrana said casually, with a slight humorous tone. "I guess. If I was to get married. I wouldn't see the relationship as a bother, I would see it as a partnership. As help. He'll love me regardless." Vedrana rest her chin on her palm and dreamed. "Although, that day will never come. Since, Division does not allow it." Vedrana rolled her eyes and grunted slightly.

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Unique Skills || Vedrana & Aidan

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  "I’m not your company," Aidan said patiently, scowling despite his tone.  "We’re just in the room at the same time."  To think you somehow owed it to the people near you to pay attention to them.  "Do you feel obligated to entertain everyone you run into on the subway?" he wanted to know.  If she’d ever taken a subway, that was.  He had a few times—it was first of all terribly unpleasant, what with all the people and disorder and jolting.  He’d pulled up the hood of his sweatshirt, slipped headphones into his ears, and tried to drown it out while staring at the map the whole time to ensure he wouldn’t miss his stop.  LA’s public transit system was awful, anyway, so he’d had plenty of excuse to stop using it very quickly.  The point was, though, that she shouldn’t drop everything whenever someone else was in the room.  It didn’t make any sense.

He didn’t know why she wanted to talk to him, anyway.  Their conversations were always painfully dull.  She didn’t know enough to speak about the things he cared about, about computers and music and the meaning of life, and he didn’t have enough social skills to make polite conversation.  It was a relief when she slid into the water and he didn’t have to force the words out anymore.  Instead, he pulled off his shoes and dipped his feet in the water, humming quietly a few bars of the Moonlight Sonata.  The pool was largely empty, and the tiles and high ceiling gave the notes a pleasant, echoing quality, like a piano in a church.

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I'm not your company? Any more disrespect? Scowling to herself, Vedrana lightly swam further away from Aidan. "No I don't." Vedrana spun around and snapped, obviously hurt. Rolling her eyes, Vedrana finally made it to the other end, and clutched onto the edge, as if she was going to sink. What was his problem? So first he confronts her, speaks to her, and then she isn't his company? Vedrana made a face conveying confusion and bewilderment, when she faced the wall, away from Aidan. Releasing her depressing sigh, Vedrana closed her eyes and lift herself out of the water, in one powerful movement. He obviously did not want her here. She strode to her bag and pulled out the towel. Patting her thighs hastily, a sea of emotions tainted her again, and Vedrana snapped. "It really isn't any of your business, Aidan." She said sternly. "I'm sick of being nice to people, it obviously doesn't get me very far." She flung her top over her head, like she had somewhere better to be. Her face began to redden, Vedrana's bottom lip began to quiver, when she had her back to Aidan. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of watching her cry. Collecting her damp, golden hair, she hastily combed the stubborn strands, not wanting to spend any more time near the stranger she now perceived 'toxic'. He was a stranger to her, and she wanted to keep it at way. "I know I may be hard to understand." Her tone replaced with emotional pain, instead of anger. "That doesn't give you the right to mock me like that, and I don't really think you want me here."

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Sweetness & Danger || Vedrana & Ella Sophie

The ex Swedish escort brought her face to the mirror in front of her. With caution, the girl checked the bags under her icy blue eyes, the future wrinkles on her forehead and her scattered freckles. Vedrana Jankovic, once desired by many, now dead to the world felt like she was going insane. Popping out her chest and sliding off her jacket, the blonde ran trembling fingers over her flat stomach. Lost weight. Vedrana had lost weight. Carefully and quietly, she brought her thigh to the counter and stared at the chunk of skin through the mirror. She breathed heavily.

The blonde kept a hand on her swinging hips as she slinked to her next class. Numerous thoughts bouncing through her hollow head. She had developed a reputation for herself. Vedrana was most likely recognized as treacherous waters. "Excuse me doctor." She would bat suspicious eye lashes. "Have any of your female patients ever fallen in love with you?" He would explain to her what is transference and countertransference in therapy. She would laugh and shake loose a blonde mane. "Call it what ever you want doctor. The matter of fact is, you are irresistibly cute."

Of course, this interaction was kept under lock and key. They never did anything with each other. No matter what Vedrana felt towards her therapist, she would never express anything indecent. She never felt anything towards him. Just a connection. Like he understood her. Vedrana liked to see him as a friend and tried to avoid seeing him as anything other.

The instructor spoke at the front of the room, while all the recruits eagerly listened. Vedrana stood near the front of the pack, with a bored and straight look on her face. She did not seem all that interested. Her arms crossed over her sports bra in a defensive position. Word eventually came to her about a new recruit. Vedrana had not seen this new recruit. Nor did she want to. Something warned Vedrana. Her conscious told her that the new recruit was some brutal, sadistic killer on the loose.

Eventually, the group was dismissed, and everyone was sent to find their partner. Vedrana, not one with many friends in Division, stood in her spot while she searched for a partner. She hoped somebody would come to her, fortunately, that had been happening all her life.

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Unique Skills || Vedrana & Aidan

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  Aidan wasn’t sure what was up with Vedrana, but she seemed to drop the act for a moment.  She answered honestly.  It wasn’t something he’d come to expect from her.  She said what she thought you wanted to hear, not what she felt, which was ironically exactly what Aidan wanted to hear.  "Then why aren’t you?" he asked, simply.  It didn’t make sense to him, that she would have a clear goal and then derail from it at the first sight of someone else.  It wasn’t as though she seemed to value company above all else, or she wouldn’t have continued to state swimming as a goal.

He hated dishonesty, and Vedrana embodied it.  She was the kind of person who never meant what she said, never told the truth of what she thought about a person, didn’t mean a promise.  Maybe it was something else that drove her to act this way, but that’s exactly what it was, an act.  He didn’t like it.  She didn’t scare him, unlike Zooey, because Zooey had an advantage over him and Vedrana did not.  But at the same time, he would rather be with Zooey, who was at least honest with how she presented herself.

"You shouldn’t apologize for the truth," he informed her, with a sigh.  He wanted to say, you could maybe stop lying to me? but he didn’t.  He just shrugged.  "Do whatever you want."  He looked away from her, the eye contact making him uncomfortable.

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"Because you're my company." Vedrana said. She thought everybody knew it was basic manners to give your attention to your company. If Aidan did not want to swim, then Vedrana should not swim either. Unless, Aidan decides to swim, for Vedrana. Then she could swim, since it makes both parties happy. "Its rude, to ignore your company Aidan. Didn't you know that?" She played with her hair and looked away after Aidan did. The water looked tempting. However, if Aidan was going to bore Vedrana any further, then she may have to abandon him. After all, they never spoke about anything interesting.

Vedrana sighed and crossed her legs. "Thanks, for the advice." She muttered, losing interest. She stood. "You're right." Vedrana turned to Aidan and smiled. "If you want, you can come swim with me." Vedrana shrugged. Fluently Vedrana  dived into the pool and rose in a heap of fizzing bubbles. She took a short glance at Aidan, before floating on her back. The Swedish blonde closed her eyes and let herself succumb to the calm, soothing waters. Baby if you love me hardcore, then don't walk away, its a game boy, I don't wanna play, I just wanna be your's, like I always say, never let me go. Vedrana repeated lyrics to a song in her head. The song she used to swim to, on those scorching summer afternoons. Tell me that you need me more and more everyday, never let me go. 

Vedrana awaited. Patiently of course. For either a splash or footsteps. At the same time, her heart seemed to pound, and the blonde felt quite dizzy. It must be the adrenaline of walking away from somebody. It was scary, yet she also felt invincible. Vedrana took in a deep breath and was able to distinguish one thing. What ever Aidan decided to choose, Vedrana was happy.

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Unique Skills || Vedrana & Aidan

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  "No," he shook his head when asked why he was there.  "I was just bored."  Aidan had never had any intention of swimming, or of conversing with Vedrana, for that matter.  But he was here, and it was at least an alleviation of boredom, so he would talk to her.  He still didn’t plan to swim.  She seemed to have come with the full intention of getting in the water, though, so he wondered why she hadn’t.  Did she feel bound to keep talking to people once she’d started?

He followed her to the seats, having nothing better to do.  It didn’t really seem like protesting was necessary—he could have kept standing stoically against the wall, but he was pretty sure that bordered on unnecessary rudeness on his part.  He might not like her that much, or respect her, but he didn’t hate her.  She was just…sad.  He didn’t want to be like her; he hoped he wasn’t.  She was too easily manipulated by people, by Division, and everything she did seemed too fake.  He’d thought, before, that she was the exact opposite of Zooey, and he could see even more now why that was true.  Zooey was quintessentially herself, at all times, and Vedrana was a reflection of everyone else.

"What are you doing here?" he turned the conversation back on her, folding his arms as he sat down.  He had no idea what she was thinking.  That was another side effect of her strange nature; she was so changeable and unpredictable that he had no way of following her behavior.

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What was she thinking about? Aidan in the water? Aidan in her bed? Aidan . . . No, she was not thinking about Aidan. She was thinking about herself. She had to be honest with herself and with Aidan. Although, she could not tell him he was part of her experiment. Vedrana was, once again, conflicted with herself and the people around her. The Swedish girl sighed. "I came to swim, Aidan." She did not smile 'cutely' or 'sweetly', instead she just said it how it was. It felt . . . Weird, being blunt. Vedrana was so accustomed to impressing her clients. It was almost like everybody was her client.

However, she could not think about herself. She had to think about her company. Aidan. If Aidan did not want to swim, then neither did Vedrana.  Vedrana sighed and lightly ran her fingers over her thighs. They were no longer tanned, due to the lack of the sun. Her nails had not received a manicure for months now. Her traditional system had been replaced with this nightmare. Instead of reviving herself at the spa, Vedrana was being taught how to shoot someone. Corsets had been replaced with cheap material and the powerful business man had been replaced with . . . Aidan. Vedrana was not sure whether she should adapt, go along with it, or rebel. No matter what she told her therapist, and herself, she was also conflicted with which 'side' to take. She rubbed her eyes and yawned.

"Sorry, for being blunt." Vedrana said. Bluntly. "So, what do you want to do?" She rest her head on her hands and stared into Aidan's eyes. A nice blue color. She liked his eyes. She liked her eyes.

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Unique Skills || Vedrana & Aidan

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  Aidan just stared at her, faintly bemused.  The last time he’d ran into her, she’d seemed upset and slightly mentally unstable.  Today she seemed positively happy…it was bizarre.  So was her abrupt change in conversation.  “No…” he responded, his tone obviously questioning the relevance.

Her answer indicated what he’d figured to be true all along—it wasn’t.  He wasn’t sure what made Vedrana bring up something like that when they’d been discussing water draining out of swimming pools, but he didn’t particularly care.  Despite his lack of investment in Vedrana, it was mildly reassuring that she was less out of it than before.  He didn’t really pay attention to her words—if he honestly cared what a random word meant, he could google it—but studied her facial expression instead.  It still came across as fake, in a way…but happy-fake.  He didn’t begrudge her that; even if she was inexplicably happy about Division and so easily manipulated, she could be happy.  If it didn’t hurt him.

He didn’t know how to act around her.  Vedrana was so unpredictable (and he wasn’t sure if she’d always been mentally unstable and fake or if that was just the brainwashing at work) that he never really knew who he was talking to.  The last time they’d spoken, she’d been in a panic about being spied on.  Today, it was a happy-friendly-person act.

But she’d asked him a question.  “I can,” Aidan drew out the word, hoping it would indicated the unspoken part of the sentence, ‘but I don’t want to’.  If his entire body position (as far from the pool as possible, avoiding puddles even if they wouldn’t do anything to the rubber soles of the shoes) didn’t indicate that, he wasn’t sure how to get it across.

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"Then, is that why you're here?" Vedrana wondered. Honestly, she didn't really care. Aidan did not care about Vedrana or her personal well being. Or so, Vedrana began to think. He would do anything, even it was her at expense. Which scared her, and annoyed her. She wondered why anybody would come to the pools, if they were not going to swim. Maybe they liked the water? Aidan, could just like the water. Vedrana sighed with boredom. He did not even seem amused by her 'smizing'. If Aidan was not going to bother, why should she? She wondered too the seats and gestured him to follow. Even though she wasn't interested, she should not be rude. Crossing her exposed legs, Vedrana desperately wanted to jump in the water. Her bathers were on, not many recruits were in the water, it was a great place to lose yourself.

Vedrana looked at Aidan and smized again. Maybe she could seduce him? Just for the giggles. Or . . . Push him in the water? He seemed scrawny enough. Vedrana abruptly stopped thinking and realized something. A detail in her thinking patterns. During their last conversation, Vedrana's goal was to impress Aidan. Now, she planned on pushing him in the water. Because . . . She didn't care. She didn't care about Aidan, or what he thought of her. Or she was just violent. No, Vedrana was never violent. Maybe Division was transforming Vedrana into a violent, deadly killer? Maybe this was their affect? All Vedrana wanted to do was push Aidan in the water. That was hardly violent, more playful. Kinky, maybe? Vedrana patted the seats and smiled. "Come sit." She invited.

Vedrana would have to experiment. She wanted Aidan to reply, and she wanted to see how she would react. Vedrana was on a mission. Not Division's mission. Her own, personal mission. To find herself. Somehow. The first time Vedrana did something new, was when she called Valentina a bitch. That was startling. Yet, amusing. Fun, even. Was she going to do it now? Replay history? Hopefully not.

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