Staring Contest {Sean}
Apr 8, 2010 10:19:45 GMT -5
Post by Gabriel Underwood on Apr 8, 2010 10:19:45 GMT -5
The second a hot orange lamborgini pulled up in the Hammel Institute car park and sat, gleaming in a parking slot, everyone who was outside instantly became interested. Who was this person? How did they have so much money? What were they doing here? Then the man came out. Tall, rugged, cigarette dangling from his lip, wearing a suit and walking casually across the grounds as if he owned the damn place. More murmurs and titters followed him as he admired the building, and even more when he casually strutted in, muttering something to the receptionist, then heading up the stairs.
Gabriel had every intention of making an impression on the Hammel kids the second he'd got up that morning. He had a curiousity to quench, and whilst Jesse's information was all very useful, it wasn't quite the same as seeing the place first hand. Knocking calmly on the door, he then opened it, and found himself stood in a familiar office. Sean Neville. He'd been at the Institute when he'd been a young boy, and for this reason alone, he felt the need to chew the fat with him. If anyone was going to be of any use to him, it would be Sean. Sean would know what students were doing, who the bad ones were, who the good ones were.
But of course, Gabriel's main goal was to simply find out what Sean thought of him now he was a much older, slicker figure. The visit was a mask for Gabriel to investigate future puppets, and future members of his organisation. Stubbing his cigarette out and callously flicking it out the office window, he broke into a slow, confident smile.
"Sean Neville. It's been a while."
The last time they'd crossed paths was more than 10 years ago, when he'd been packing his bags ready to leave the institute. Sean had asked him what he wanted to do now he was leaving, and Gabriel had (somewhat truthfully) answered 'Something to do with politics.' Of course, now he had more than just something to do with politics, and as he leant against the door, he let out a sigh, running his fingers through his hair.
"I still remember our last conversation as if it were yesterday."