Met A Girl


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Scene Title Met A Girl
Synopsis Brian brings information on a potential new recruit.
Date January 17, 2009

Old Dispensary

On the outside, this sprawling multi-level complex has not seen use in many years, its walls covered in greenery and stone exterior and glass windows showing evidence of disrepair. Surrounded by a chain link fence, a drive leads from the street to a large dock, and around the back one can expect to find more sprawling greenery that eventually leads to a concrete drop off into the Atlantic Ocean.

Passing through the chainlink fence and into the dispensary will reveal that the aged and crumbling outside is a facade. The loading dock is kept clear for the most part of everything save vehicles and supplies, though a section has been quartered off and transformed into an open workshop. The dispensary itself has been transformed into something akin to a makeshift dormitory, complete with common areas, a sizable kitchen and eating area, with various rooms converted into bedrooms for the residence. One room has even been set up as a makeshift clinic, amply stocked with supplies.

The back lawn and garden of the dispensary is surprisingly well tended, green and lush during the right months. Vegetables have been planted in accordance to season closer to the building, though someone has indulgently planted a plots of flowers - notably sunflowers - here and there. Further out, the ground drops a little and makes it to a concrete edge from which opens out into deeper water of the Atlantic.

The previous weekend was spent getting a majority of what made the library livable here, and a good portion of that week was getting it all arranged. As bits of bad news filtered in from the media, Helena seemed to be sticking more to the garden and kitchen as if in retreat from the world, but today she's in neither of those places. Today she's in the basement, applying kicks and punches to one of the suspended workout bags that have been raised in the corner of the training area.

Search team, GO! One Brian is checking the garden, his eyes scanning it quickly and eventually deciding no one's there. One Brian is in the kitchen. No luck. The party of four Brian's literally search almost the entire facility..

It's always the last place you look. Walking down the stairs, a green jacket and a military style cap, the young man arches a brow at Helena fighting the thing. A dumb grin raises on his lips as he approaches her quietly.

Helena is sweating hard. Her usual type of fighting has always been a dirty, street fighting sort, nothing actually resembling something that needed training. Finally she stops, and sort of lets herself hang off the bag for a few moments, trying to remember to breathe. She doesn't see the Brian, and certainly doesn't hear him over her heart thudding in her ears.

His hand starts to come up quietly to her shoulder, but then he stops. She's all sweaty. Ew. So instead he edges her way around her, popping his head into her vision with a very cheery, "Hiiiiiiii."

Helena darts back a little bit, blinks. "Hey." she says, recovering. "What's up, Brian?"

"Taking out your hatred of the world?" Brian asks with a cocked head. Stepping closer to the bag, he reaches up to grab the top of it and lean against it.

Helena shrugs. "More like giving the anxiety someplace to go." she says. "What I can't sublimate by cooking and gardening, and it's safer than letting it stir the atmosphere into some shit weather. She looks down at her knucles, having not known to wrap them, they're a bit black and blue, but not cripplingly so.

"You should probably wrap those, you know." Brian points out with a little smile. "You doin' okay?" The smile instantly vanishes, and if its as if the joker Brian never existed as he is so quickly replaced with the concerned and sympathetic Brian.

"World's going to hell in a handbasket," says Helena frankly, and adds, "But I'm fine. Honestly. I mean, there's little point in tearing out my hair until the big meeting."

"We'll stop em Hel." Brian says with a reassuring smile. For all the gloom and doom, and all the depression Brian has taken on he has seemed rather unaffected by the Kazimir scare. "That's why we're here, why we all know each other." He says confidently with a little nod to drive home the point. "God's going to pull us through this one. And then He's going to use us to heal the world.. or whatever." He adds, just to make sure he didn't sound too sappy.

Helena cocks her head to the side. "If anything's going to happen, it won't be because of God. It'll be because of us."

"God using us. Same thing." Brian says, completely dismissing her argument as if she didn't really mean it. "I've been reading that stupid Catabase thing." He raises his hand for a moment. "That's corny, by the way. Did we ever vote on calling it that? Because I would have voted no on proposition Catabase." Says the man who refuses to order smoothies because saying 'Bannana-ramma-wamma defiles him. "Proud of me?"

Helena snerks a little. "Yeah. Gold star for you. And it's the Catabase because well, it pretty much does what Cat does for us, only in actual database form."

"Yeah, yeah. I get it just. Come on. Catabase?" Brian asks, bringing his hands out as if saying 'really?' "Well anyways. I did something amazing and I will probably be saving the whole word, and you'll promote me to vice president of internal affairs or whatever because what I did was so good."

"Oh yeah?" Helena drawls, with just the right edge of mock-skepticism. "Well, why don't you tell me what you did that's so awesome."

"I met a girl." Brian says, giving a little smile. He folds his arms as if expecting praise for this action.
Helena blinks. "Well, that's nice." she says affably. "Did you ask her out?"

"She's Evolved." Brian says, tilting his head a little bit. He won't spoil the surprise, it's much better when questions are asked.

"Oh," Helena's brain switches gears. "I'm guessing you want to recruit her? You know the drill. Sergei's still recovering, so get her info and have Elisabeth vet her."

"She can find people." Brian says bluntly, "With just a picture or like a video or something. She can find them. Tell us where they are." The young man explains, bringing up his hands to gesticulate and drive home the point.
Helena blinks. "Like Molly Walker?" she asks in shock. "That's…yeah. You need to get her info, get in touch with Elisabeth, and vet her. What's her name?"

"Who's Molly Walker?" Brian asks, narrowing his brows. "Yeah, her name is Desree Sheperd. She's a social worker. For kids. She works with some Evolved kids." He won't bring it up right now, but his former idea of the halfway house practically bursts in his eyes. "She could be a huge help to us."

"Yeah. I'll do it. I'm just saying. Jesus. Aren't you excited? She could help us take out this Volken guy." Brian says, bringing up his hands in a 'what the hell' gesture.

"We already have something in the works to bring down Volken." Helena says. "And it takes time to vet someone, Brian. They have to be observed very carefully for a decent amount of time, which we don't happen to have."

Brian's features are agitated for a moment before he gives a shrug. "Fine. Well I thought you might be a little excited." He says, putting his hands on his waist. "I'll watch her and whatnot." He offers, a little frown pulling at his lips.

Helena sighs, not even bothering to hide it. "I'm sorry if the fact that I'm not going to risk premature exposure of our group and our plans to someone we know nothing about upsets you." she says. "She's your potential recruit, but I'm not kidding - get one of the folks who handle recruitment to do the background check. There's no exceptions to the rule on this, okay? If she turns out alright, she'll be of enormous help to us."

"I will." Brian attests. "I said I would. Come on, Hel. I know I screwed up with the knife thing, but a little faith in me would be gloooorious." Brian says the last word in a sing song tone. "I'll make sure she's okay. I promise. Trust me."

Helena nods. "Okay." Helena says. "I just want to make sure it gets through your multiple noggins." She makes a fist and gently taps a little knock-knock on his forehead with a grin.

He can't help but grin when she knocks on his forehead, though he quickly wipes off his amused grin and goes to swat her hand away from his head. Bringing his fists up in a guard position, though over-exaggerated, like the fighting irish stance. "Come on woman. Try it again. I'll knock the snot outtaye." Brian says the last bit in an over the top Irish accent.

Helena lets out a laugh. "Pass." she says. "I've done enough beating things up for the day." She blows him a kiss instead, and starts to pad over to where her water bottle is sitting.

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