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thecapitol2014-05-03 03:44 pm
fearisinthemind) wrote in thecapitol2014-05-03 03:44 pm
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I Can Be Cruel, I Don't Know Why [Closed]
WHO| Penny and Kevin
WHAT| Professional psychos do some networking.
WHEN| During the family plot.
WHERE| Peacekeeper HQ
WARNINGS| Lots of sadism and creeping.
She washes her hands in the basin of warm water that the Avox holds out for her, despite his arms shaking under the weight of the ceramic and water. She holds them out with a second massages soap into her hands and rinses them for her, dries them with a soft, warm towel. And then she dismisses them and sits back at her desk, turning off the network and looking over her paperwork.
Penny enjoys her paperwork. For her, it's as if she's organizing trophies. She fills out forms documenting the disappearances of certain undesirables, writes recommendations for some to be brought in for a tour of the facilities, others to come into her personalized custody. She's sparing, not out of mercy but because she doesn't like to feel rushed when she works. She'd rather spend a week working with a single troublemaker, drawing information from them like sap from a tree in winter, than getting the haphazard intel that one can rummage together with sloppy work in a short time frame.
Her skill is, of course, getting the absolute truth from people. It's not about breaking a rebel's will; it's about convincing them that the will doesn't need to be there at all. It's trickery, making people believe that she's their ally.
And it's chemistry, all those different things whirring around in the brain, pleasure and pain and memory. The mind is her piano and she's a maestro.
She's still doing paperwork when Kevin arrives. Her office is large, taking up almost the entire eleventh floor. Hardwood floors, a mahogany desk, a wall of nothing but windows. Metal cabinets with files and god knows what else. Behind pleasant blue curtains, something that would look like a doctor's office if not for the little hooks in the seat and on the cot for chains to be roped through.
"There you are. Welcome to my office."
WHAT| Professional psychos do some networking.
WHEN| During the family plot.
WHERE| Peacekeeper HQ
WARNINGS| Lots of sadism and creeping.
She washes her hands in the basin of warm water that the Avox holds out for her, despite his arms shaking under the weight of the ceramic and water. She holds them out with a second massages soap into her hands and rinses them for her, dries them with a soft, warm towel. And then she dismisses them and sits back at her desk, turning off the network and looking over her paperwork.
Penny enjoys her paperwork. For her, it's as if she's organizing trophies. She fills out forms documenting the disappearances of certain undesirables, writes recommendations for some to be brought in for a tour of the facilities, others to come into her personalized custody. She's sparing, not out of mercy but because she doesn't like to feel rushed when she works. She'd rather spend a week working with a single troublemaker, drawing information from them like sap from a tree in winter, than getting the haphazard intel that one can rummage together with sloppy work in a short time frame.
Her skill is, of course, getting the absolute truth from people. It's not about breaking a rebel's will; it's about convincing them that the will doesn't need to be there at all. It's trickery, making people believe that she's their ally.
And it's chemistry, all those different things whirring around in the brain, pleasure and pain and memory. The mind is her piano and she's a maestro.
She's still doing paperwork when Kevin arrives. Her office is large, taking up almost the entire eleventh floor. Hardwood floors, a mahogany desk, a wall of nothing but windows. Metal cabinets with files and god knows what else. Behind pleasant blue curtains, something that would look like a doctor's office if not for the little hooks in the seat and on the cot for chains to be roped through.
"There you are. Welcome to my office."