Post by BEX on Sept 22, 2011 23:44:19 GMT -5
For a long time, the Director stared at this slightly round faced boy sporting short black hair. Although there was an athletic look to him, he seemed far too tame—maybe that was what made him a bit apprehensive about immediately tearing into him about his fragile looking appearances; he wasn’t a heartless man, simply one who knew how to disembowel a human being emotionally and leave them groveling at his feet. We’ll call him a ‘rehabilitator’.
That ring that edged off that description of his brutish tactics wiped away a few uncomfortable spots from his core, but that remained invisible behind the impressive show of might in its full flaunted form. Donned in an extremely overpriced suit, complete with a tie, the man wearing gloves looked the sort to kill for money and yet there was elegance to his straight backed posture that made such work seem beneath him. Placing such a person before the innocent faced Seaman Recruit seemed unfair and the Captain at the boy’s local Navy Base…Bricks or something, had certainly believed to be the case. Where Neyruk’s bronze skinned flashed beautifully in the moonlight—night had come quickly by the time the young man had been transferred to the island—the Director’s skin was completely invisible thanks to the many layers and accessories he wore on his being.
Reeking of political authority the standoff ended with a flourishing of the Director’s near-giant sized right hand, as he pulled tightly at the end of one glove in a businessman like way that said some shit was about to go down. “You are Neyruk Integer, are you not?” The first question driving home with drill like force and missile guided precision, but it didn’t end there as in the time the interrogation had been thought of and initiated the Director had now drawn closer, almost nose-to-nose with the simple looking manchild. Before the lad could finish a sentence or even begin one if he was the slow sort another declarative question was belted out in equal palavering dominance.
“Of course you are. I interviewed you so I should know, but…what I didn’t ask and is now of paramount importance is…” If Satan’s eyes could somehow be viewed through a human’s the Director possessed them now for his eyes shone slick with malicious intent or goading might have been the more accurate word. Even the ninja standing guard in the clearing edged closer simply because the tension had grown so awkwardly dangerous in such a short span of time.
“…if ordered to do so, could you kill me, right here? In this very spot?”
That ring that edged off that description of his brutish tactics wiped away a few uncomfortable spots from his core, but that remained invisible behind the impressive show of might in its full flaunted form. Donned in an extremely overpriced suit, complete with a tie, the man wearing gloves looked the sort to kill for money and yet there was elegance to his straight backed posture that made such work seem beneath him. Placing such a person before the innocent faced Seaman Recruit seemed unfair and the Captain at the boy’s local Navy Base…Bricks or something, had certainly believed to be the case. Where Neyruk’s bronze skinned flashed beautifully in the moonlight—night had come quickly by the time the young man had been transferred to the island—the Director’s skin was completely invisible thanks to the many layers and accessories he wore on his being.
Reeking of political authority the standoff ended with a flourishing of the Director’s near-giant sized right hand, as he pulled tightly at the end of one glove in a businessman like way that said some shit was about to go down. “You are Neyruk Integer, are you not?” The first question driving home with drill like force and missile guided precision, but it didn’t end there as in the time the interrogation had been thought of and initiated the Director had now drawn closer, almost nose-to-nose with the simple looking manchild. Before the lad could finish a sentence or even begin one if he was the slow sort another declarative question was belted out in equal palavering dominance.
“Of course you are. I interviewed you so I should know, but…what I didn’t ask and is now of paramount importance is…” If Satan’s eyes could somehow be viewed through a human’s the Director possessed them now for his eyes shone slick with malicious intent or goading might have been the more accurate word. Even the ninja standing guard in the clearing edged closer simply because the tension had grown so awkwardly dangerous in such a short span of time.
“…if ordered to do so, could you kill me, right here? In this very spot?”