Das Vi Danya [Open]

Evelyn

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Today was the day.. They finally arrived. Her handler and herself. He was within speaking with one of the members in administrating in english.. While her own english was rusty at best she could only understand bit and pieces. Which, made her grimmace. The language that her mother loved was in her hands a fractured mirror that had seen better days. But, there was enough of an understanding that comminucation was easier than that. With her eyes closed she heard them stop speaking as the door opened. Nervousness took hold for the first time.

Standing up straight and standing in a stiff salute to her handler.. "Vol'no." (At ease) Morris gruffly got out before he cleared his throat, in which time Evelyn relaxed. Looking down to her small brief case in one hand then back up to Morris she swallowed and then held it out to him. It was Anubis, her trusted handgun. While she hated the thing almost as much as she hated him.. Evelyn still held it out to Morris. It, being an unconventional olive branch. It was a good deed for a good deed. The least she could do for him since he brought her here.

Reaching out, Morris took the case and saluted her for a brief moment. Only in passing did they speak in unison softly. "Das vi danya." (goodbye/Until we meet again.) They both knew where they'd see each other again. While Morris walked out to carry out his remaining deeds as a dead man.. Evelyn then sat back down on the bench just outside of the administrations office awaiting her moment to be called in.
 

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A long, hard day awaited Emman. It wasn't that he still had work to do - actually, it was the opposite. The day was young, and he already had so little to do. He couldn't be caught drinking during school hours - caught was the keyword there - or he would get a pay cut.

Muttering a string of expletives to himself, he resolved to walk around and wait for something to happen, when he saw something just as foreign to Manta Carlos as he was. There passed by him a gruff man, most likely an escort of some sort, which he'd seen happen enough times to know what was going on.

"Bagong studyante... matino naman sana oh - nakakasawa na yung panay kagaguhan ang laman ng utak. Gago na nga lang ako pati pa naman sila..." ("New student... hopefully they're decent - assholes are getting tiring. I'm already an asshole, and then they'll also be...") he muttered to himself, walking to the admissions office. Knowing the faculty, no one was there to attend to him or her, or perhaps it.

He saw her sitting there, waiting patiently. So far, his expectations were still high. No signs of trouble, although her having a guard might indicate some sort of rich upbringing that might prove problematic, he thought to himself.

With that stiff English of his he announced his presence, attempting a bit of pomp. "Hello. I am Mr. Trinidad, an instructor here at Starlight Carlos - ehem, Starlight Academy - and there is no one on other side of that door. Maghihintay pa tayo ng isang araw dito pag ganyan. (We'll wait another day at this rate.)"
 

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At hearing a voice she jumped up to her feet and stood stiffly at attention. Her bag was resting on the bench beside her, standing up straight her feet were together and her arms were at her sides. Dressed head to toe in black with military boots and a green military jacket.. Dog tags. They jingled against her rose-gold cross around her neck as she looked at Trinidad.

"Vo vtoroy polovine dnya , ser . Tam na samom dele nikto na druguyu yego storonu dveri ?" (Afternoon sir. There is really no one on the otherside of the door?). She asked in russian before turning her head and looking in the direction that the gruff man walked.. He had rounded the corner and She knew he was gone already. "YA budu videt' vas v ad ublyudka" (I will see you in hell bastard.) She hissed out quietly.

Blinking several times she looked up to Mr. Trinidad and cleared her throat. "Forgivening me. Eye vas lied to by mein en handaler." She spoke bluntly in a thick monotone russian accent. Evelyn looked rather unhappy but she quickly was hiding it by adopting a military perfected indifference.
 

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Military attire. Emman had enough experience with military to know that he ought to tread carefully around people affiliated with them. This girl even had that discipline in her words and posture - and she was as stiff with English as he was, though in a more respectable manner. Drinking was probably not a good idea at the moment.

"Based on ex - periens, there are no people... I will check for you because I am good person, okay?" He walked away and leaned close to the door, knocked, and called out, "Hoy! May bagong studyante dito sa labas! You're doing your job worse even than I do!" (There's a new student out here!)

When no response came back, Emman turned the doorknob. The door creaked open for a bit, and he slapped it fully open, exposing the empty room. He threw his head back and faced Evelyn, gesturing to the room. "See? Everybody's busy already. Not for good reason but busy. I drink a lot, but I take my job seriously! Di katulad ng iba dyan! (Unlike some others here!)" he roared.

Emman cleared his throat once more, annoyed at his incapability of putting off drink for long. Thirst irritated his throat, and there was nothing on him currently except a flask of gin. He resolved to put it off for a bit while getting a feel for the interaction with this new student. "I didn't see your name in the records. Who are you?"
 

Evelyn

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"Ebelyn Piearce." She stated more clearly than the rest of her words that she has spoken before. It was almost as if she has rehearsed many times over saying it as properly as humanly possible. She couldn't bullshit her story and she knew it. She was eyeing him up carefully to see if he bought it. She had indeed been going by Evelyn Pierce for many years now. It was apart of her training to get a burner identity that is practiced many years before its put into play. However. Her official bio was that she was an american military brat whose father was stationed in Russia for many years and she lived on base.

It was a perfect alibi and she stuck to her guns in this matter. But, the military issued knife in her boot and her dog tags around her neck that had her name and title and her handlers name and title were clear punches into the defense. However. Evelyn's paperwork was all official.

"Could you perhaps show me to mein room?" She stated before handing him the documents that her handler shoved into her hands It had her class scheduled and it had her dorm number. Which was specially issued to be private.. Even funded to be furnished.
 

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"Ay. Ay yay yay yay. Paperwork. Hate paperwork. Matignan na nga lang... (Let's just see...)"

The paperwork checked out. All of it was neat, clear and appropriate, with dotted I's and crossed T's, amusingly enough. And yet something felt off to Emman. He'd been an instructor for a while, and he'd seen enough students come and go. He'd also had enough interaction with the outside world, and all this experience added up, telling him something he couldn't quite put his finger on was off.

He began to walk further inside the school with a distracted "Okay, let's go," all the while inspecting the paperwork and muttering to himself. "Military? Bat ganon yung bantay nya? Parang medyo weird eh, tapos pag militar madalas may official na dadaan diba..? (Why's the escort like that? It's weird, and if it's military shouldn't there be official contact..?)"

For now, however, he decided not to voice his doubts and set aside his thoughts with a last soliloquy of "Are you really military..?"
 

Evelyn

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She visibly stiffened when he asked her this, after a long paused she took a deep breath and exhaled. "Eye Am daughdeer of amerycan milidairy man who was statiened on Moscow Russia." She spoke in perfectly even monotone. Like a parrot or a recording. It sounded practiced almost. She walked almost two full steps behind him slightly to the left. She was perfectly in sync with his stride.

Evelyn knew that if a teacher suspected her it would be bad for her.. She had all official documents but it didn't help if a teacher began sniffing around her in That way. She would have to think of a way to blackmail him if things got too seriously hot for her.

He could feel her watching him, the mutual language barrier being in his favor in this moment. As Trinidad walked she thought of a few ways to gain favor against him.. Or even make her like him.. It was a good tactic.. Get him to like her or get enough to get him kicked out.. Shaking her head she did her best to relax. She didn't need this.
 

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"Okay. Sige. I will trust you. It's teacher's job, right?" Emman still felt that something was off, and yet it was also his responsibility to not pry. If it was anything bad, well, he would just have to live with that. He had enough bad judgment in his past to live with whatever this would end up being.

Speaking of bad judgment...

"God, I'm dry." His throat was too parched now, and thirst should never be ignored for long. He pulled out a flask - one of many - from his pocket and took a long drink. It was filled with vodka, and then it was only half - filled. "Okay. Is goood."

He led on through the corridor, walking a bit more slowly now to more properly check up on the paperwork. The dorm assigned was some distance away, and there was still much to know. "Hm. Evelyn. Why did you go here to Istarlight?"
 

Evelyn

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"Eye recieved ze lettar one eveneing and eye vanted to feil normal for once en mein leif." She remarked as the two of them walked. It didn't monotone when she spoke this time, as if this time she spoke it was honest versus something that was practiced several times over and over again. This made her relax oddly enough, while she didn't like her backstory or.. Well.. False Identity looked at TOO closely she didn't mind if she was asked about something that could be akin to her thoughts, ideas, and feelings.

As the two of them walked Evelyn took notice of the flash that he took a swig of and quirked a brow as she reached out and took it after he drank a good deal of it. "Do eu alvays derink on ze jobe?" Unlike most whom could make that comment it didn't come out rude, but more of deep intrigue as she raised the flask to her lips and took a small sip. Definately alcohol. After which she promptly handed back. She didn't drink.

It was also a valiant attempt at a distraction to get the topic off of herself and him. And, what she could only assume was his drinking problem. Though.. The idea of getting drunk didn't phase her. She had lived a straight laced path thus far. She was in a new place and with it came a slight change in rules, perhaps it wouldn't be devastating if she were to take a swig or two of this teachers flask.
 

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Emman was ready to whip his hand out and snatch back his flask, but Evelyn didn't drink, and so avoided an angry lecture. His alcohol, though always open to sharing, was not open to unauthorized access. "No," he huffed tersely, taking another swig. "I don't drink on job. I drink outside job. I am not ticching right now so I can drink already."

She sounded more natural than earlier when she responded to his query, and he felt that pushing a bit further was probably a good idea. Students that hid who they were always got on his bad side, and he didn't want that happening, both for his sake and his students'.

"Something you thinking of? Medyo - okay, I'm speaking English na lang. You sounded plastic before. Now you sound like you're alive. Slight better. We go this left way." Emman turned a corner, to a corridor filled with windows. Bright light streamed in, and so did wind, giving him a refreshing reprieve. "Let's stand here muna. Good wind. Good light."
 
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