Sansa rocked back and forth with her arms locked around her legs. All the while, she kept her eyes squeezed shut. It seemed that it made no difference in how the darkness affected her when it was this dark. She swallowed hard and dug her nails into her legs, she hated the Closet. Each time she was sent here, it was for longer periods of time. And this time it wasn't even because she had done something wrong. All she had done was just be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Then Jean Grey had locked her in here, all the while swearing obscenities at her face. The swearing was nothing Sansa hadn't heard before but the words stung all the same. A few tears escaped as she tried and failed not to panic when she felt something run across her arm. She whimpered and pressed herself even farther back against the wall. She just wanted to get out of here...and soon.
Post by Professor Liddell on May 22, 2015 18:50:48 GMT
Professor Liddell was in a hurry. He and Cybrid should have had an appointment about half an hour ago and now he was late because something went wrong with his latest lab rat. He hurried down the aisle in large steps when he suddenly saw Jean Grey appearing at the corner. He stopped and waited until she was no longer in sight before he went on. She was that kind of person he couldn't stand and he avoided every situation she could involve him in a talk. When he passed the next door he suddenly heared someone sobbing. It was a quiet dull noise but it was there. He carefully knocked against the wooden door. "Hello? Is somebody in there?" No reply. Should he just go on?
Then he heared another sob. He sighed staring at the door. Then he took a look down the corridor but no one was there so he decided to figure out what was going on. Determined he pressed the doorknob down and walked into the room laying behind it. It was dark and uncomfortable, only with a little furniture. An uncomfortable looking chair with a small table next to it was positioned in front of a portentous closet. He listened attentively into the dark. There! The sobbing came from the inner of the closet. He wasn't aware what was in there or even why and if Jean was responsible for it but the sobbing sounded that desperate that he couldn't resist to come closer and knock against the wood. "Hello? Is somebody in there?", he repeated politely.
Sansa looked up in shock when she heard someone knock on the closet door, she whimpered wishing not for the first time that she could speak. Instead she rapped on the door with her knuckles twice before resting her head against her legs. She hoped and prayed that whoever was outside the door could help her out and that they could hear her. Typically anyone who tried to help her would be hurt by Jean or one of her associates as workers were never given very much respect.
Post by Professor Liddell on May 22, 2015 22:28:55 GMT
No one replied. Professor Liddell waited another moment. And then he heared how someone tried to make his or her presence felt. "Well, well", he mumbled more to himself than to the one captured in the closet. "I guess you won't give me another hint of who is in there, right? I bet this is due to Jean." The last words were just a grumpy grumbling. Inside the closet he could hear someone whimpering in agreement. What a pathetic sound. Liddell couldn't say if it was because he felt pity for the suffering creature - what normally never was a fact because although those supernatural lab rats were quiete fascinating it was all what they were and would ever be - or due to his aversion against Jean, but in that instant he just decided to open those doors. Wether it was to ruin Jeans fun or to satisfy his nosiness. "Who ever is in there... I will try to let you out somehow but if you're a monster - please don't try to kill me, I would really appreciate it, thanks." He turned around and searched for something to open the lock because he was sure Jean would have taken the key with her. Obviously...
Sansa relaxed at his words and forced herself to calm down which wasn't exactly easy when her mind was everywhere. It seemed as if someone would help her out then and for that she couldn't be more grateful, she just hoped that now she wouldn't have too be stuck in here. The closet gave her nightmares if she was there for too long and at the moment she just wanted to see something. It was bad enough being a mute but not being able to see what was around her was even worse. She took another breath and somehow managed to clear her head enough to not feel so trapped. Sansa would feel even better once she was out of the damn closet however.
Post by Professor Liddell on May 24, 2015 8:41:18 GMT
Liddell was annoyed that this room was lit so dimly he could barely even see. He sight and put his surgury bag on the chair and took some utensiles out of it he thought could be of use. So many times he manufactured weapons from out of nothing, just with his imagination and some banal equipment so why should he fail in a locked closet door? He returned to the closet and began to work on the lock. It was quite difficult in the dimly light but his hearing was very good. Then he heared the final KLACK! and smiled devious. Oh Jean, you bore me with your dull, unimaginative ideas. He stepped back and put his instruments in his jacket case. In him the thrill of tension spread as he could see how the door moved. Yeah... just crawl out, little lab rat. Let's see if you'' have an interesting purpose for me. Maybe you can be useful.
Sansa waited and listened, her ears able to pick out the sound of the lock being picked. It wasn't long before the door opened just a crack. As soon as Sansa saw the light, she bolted forward and escaped the closet. Her eyes landed on Professor Liddell and she smiled, she wasn't sure if he could sign but she signed to him. Her hands flew in motion as she did so, she hadn't really met Professor Liddell before. Sansa had only seen him on occasion but she knew he did experiments on some of the other workers. Thank you She signed to him with her hands still a little shaky.
Post by Professor Liddell on May 25, 2015 15:49:56 GMT
Professor Liddell smiled guileless at the girl who just stumbled out the closet. She looked that ropey he couldn't resist to lay one hand upon her shoulder to show her there was nothing more to be afraid of, a gesture to sooth her. He saw the traces of tears on her face and felt a touch of pity for her. When she suddenly began to use her hands instead of her voice a memory stired inside of him. Jean Grey once told him about the little red-head here. She was a mute and Jean always was aware of every chance to harrass her in every single way. According to her this kid was a bloody little troublemaker but when he looked at her she didn't seem to cause any hassle. In addition he felt nothing particularly strange on her like on supernatural workers so he guessed this girl was just unfortunately at the wrong time at the wrong place when the Institution took her. He noticed her hands were trembeling as she signed him her gratitude in sign language. IT was a long time ago he finished some studies in this topic, but he was still able to understand it fairly. The only problem were his own signing skills. He tried to answer her with you're welcome but he behaved a bit clumsy. How embarrassing...
Sansa looked up at him as he put one hand on her shoulder as if to help calm her. She relaxed slowly and then watched as he tried to sign back. It was clear to her then that sign language wasn't his forte but she appreciated the effort. Where's Jean? She signed to him after a beat, doing her best to phrase the question as simply as possible. Her hands were no longer as shaky as they had been earlier. So she hoped that he was able to understand the question.
Post by Professor Liddell on May 27, 2015 9:20:58 GMT
When the little lab rat asked him about Jeans current whereabout he was aware that this girl was kind of undeniable afraid of his collegue, even if she was calm at the moment. What have you done to her, Jean? He tried to remember whether Jean just went to any fixed dates like she did a few times a week. Normally she led one of the fixed daily visits at the loccation of the west wing at this time, which was fortunately far enough away so that neither he nor the girl could be punished with Jeans putative presence the next moment. "Right now, she's too busy torturing other people but you", he answered with a unreadable grin while he packed in his surgury equipment.
Sansa's eyes lowered when she heard that, she felt torn. On the one hand she was glad it wasn't her but on the hand she felt guilty. Guilty that the other person was suffering while she had been let off the hook. She thought for a moment before her hands started moving again, Why did you help me? He could have just left her in the closet, and would have been well within his rights too. After all Jean would probably find out that he had helped her and make him pay for it. A risk Sansa wouldn't wish on anyone, including him.
Post by Professor Liddell on May 28, 2015 12:06:30 GMT
"Oh, don't make a face like that", added Professor Liddell and clicked his tongue. "You're a lucky little lab rat, don't care about the other ones. I was here at the Institution even before Jean came here and I can tell you she's a pain in the neck to me. I have to admit she's very ambitious and dedicated and she does a good work in here but also a know-it-all. We have some differences and due to her I am no longer working at my former work place in here because she took it." Liddell grabbed his surgury equipement and gave the lab rat a lofty look. "I still resent this incident, but at last I got my very own sector, so I'm kind of thankful to not have her annoying voice around me any more. Honestly, sometimes she reminds me of a child when she don't get whatever she wants. But we are still pretending to respect and like each other and are having tea time each thursday to to have a better working atmospere. Maybe it's hypocritical, but trust me, it's better this way." He hoped this answered her question.
He could tell from the look in her eyes that she didn't believe what he just said. Of course she didn't know this side of Jean, the silly brat he once teached and he couldn't blame her for this. Jean covered herself very well by being the evil queen of this place. "Look, Jean is good in hurting people - and I am good in everything else, I am needed here and she can nothing do about it. I am too important, so don't look at me like Jean is appearing behind my back to break my neck." He sighed loudly and took a look around. "Well, and what now? Do you prefer staying in here or do you want to accompany me?" He pointed at the door.
Sansa looked up at his words and gave him a weak smile at his words, it was nice to be around someone who wasn't afraid to voice their opinion on Jean Grey. She couldn't imagine why he still worked with Jean if he hated her as much as it seemed that he did, if he was that good surely he could work elsewhere? Then again maybe she didn't know the entire situation well enough to make an opinion about something like this. At his question she frowned and looked around honestly considering what to do before she signed that she would like to accompany him. It would hopefully be better then staying in the closet far more preferable anyway, she hated the dark with a passion.
Post by Professor Liddell on May 28, 2015 21:22:03 GMT
Professor Liddell opened the door and stepped on the corridor, turning his head to every side to make sure Jean wouldn't appear out of the sudden. If she would he may would have to went through one of her famous tantrums. Sometimes it was kind of weird seeing her turning back into his former student, being defiant because he still continued bungling up her business if he didn't agree, although she became older. After another glance down the hall he motioned for the little mute to follow him. He had no specific idea what to do next, but at first he decided to get as much distant to this part of the institution as possible. He noticed the lab rat looking at him with tired but big eyes and he sighed, giving her a superior look. "So, won't you tell me your name and what you did to deserve being plugged like a bag of potatoes into tht closet? By the way I mean your codename, the other one doesn't matter here."
Sansa nodded her hands flying as she carefully signed the name she had been given by Jean, Satine. Who are you? She hadn't really met the man after all she knew he was much like Dr. Neal in the fact that he worked for Jean Grey. However he seemed to hold her in the same regard as Jean with perhaps more sympathy but it was hard to say as she didn't know the man all that well. Though she got the feeling that he was the lesser of two evils, then again she could be wrong. He didn't seem to regard Jean with very much respect either way.