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For Olivia (Powers plot)
Sep. 16th, 2011 11:52 pmIn its first few moments, the morning had been largely unexceptional.
He had emerged from his room quite early. Luckily for everyone involved, he had remembered to pull on a pair of boxer shorts before lumbering down the hall to use the toilet. The walk down the hall was spent planning his morning meal. Pancakes, perhaps. There was likely already someone scheduled to cook that morning, but that certainly never stopped Walter from claiming a corner of the kitchen for himself. For the most part, the island residents were more than accommodating. Unusually so, in fact.
Just another oddity on a long list.
In the bathroom, he'd relieved himself, gone to the sink to clean his teeth, and along the way, witnessed a young man turn into a fish. That, alone, would have been more than enough cause for excitement, if he hadn't, only moments later, seen a rather sullen young man turn a bar of soap and a toothbrush into lumps of black jello.
With his toothbrush still in hand and a smear of toothpaste on his chin, Walter hurried down the hall until he found the curtain on which he'd pinned a small swatch of green fabric, just weeks prior. Without warning, he yanked the curtain back and burst inside.
"Agent Dunham, you must come and see!"
He had emerged from his room quite early. Luckily for everyone involved, he had remembered to pull on a pair of boxer shorts before lumbering down the hall to use the toilet. The walk down the hall was spent planning his morning meal. Pancakes, perhaps. There was likely already someone scheduled to cook that morning, but that certainly never stopped Walter from claiming a corner of the kitchen for himself. For the most part, the island residents were more than accommodating. Unusually so, in fact.
Just another oddity on a long list.
In the bathroom, he'd relieved himself, gone to the sink to clean his teeth, and along the way, witnessed a young man turn into a fish. That, alone, would have been more than enough cause for excitement, if he hadn't, only moments later, seen a rather sullen young man turn a bar of soap and a toothbrush into lumps of black jello.
With his toothbrush still in hand and a smear of toothpaste on his chin, Walter hurried down the hall until he found the curtain on which he'd pinned a small swatch of green fabric, just weeks prior. Without warning, he yanked the curtain back and burst inside.
"Agent Dunham, you must come and see!"
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Jun. 28th, 2011 11:24 pmIt had seemed quiet important to find her, when he'd wandered out of the kitchen, scraps of incomprehensible notes overflowing from his pockets and a plate of fresh cinnamon rolls balanced in his hands.
It wasn't until he'd wandered the basement levels of the building that he realized he hadn't the faintest clue where she slept, only the vaguest notion that she had a room in the compound. It had been days since he'd seen her, and she'd seemed quite off since her little mishap during the elections. Usually oblivious to those sorts of matters, he realized she must have been in a bad way.
Thus, the baked goods. Food had always been the way to his heart, the way to cheer him up when he was feeling down, and he had a feeling the young scientist wasn't much different.
Wandering the curtained hallways of the ground floor, he began calling out for her. He would've called for her sooner, but he'd only just remembered her name.
"Ms. Burkle?" he asked, shaking the curtain of an occupied room, then moving along with an apology when an unfamiliar voice answered.
Oh dear, he was never going to find her at this rate.
It wasn't until he'd wandered the basement levels of the building that he realized he hadn't the faintest clue where she slept, only the vaguest notion that she had a room in the compound. It had been days since he'd seen her, and she'd seemed quite off since her little mishap during the elections. Usually oblivious to those sorts of matters, he realized she must have been in a bad way.
Thus, the baked goods. Food had always been the way to his heart, the way to cheer him up when he was feeling down, and he had a feeling the young scientist wasn't much different.
Wandering the curtained hallways of the ground floor, he began calling out for her. He would've called for her sooner, but he'd only just remembered her name.
"Ms. Burkle?" he asked, shaking the curtain of an occupied room, then moving along with an apology when an unfamiliar voice answered.
Oh dear, he was never going to find her at this rate.
