forum Safety // oxo // private with Rainy~

Started February 26, 2020 by @maddie-the-unknown

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(It's bothering me, so I just gotta. It seems silly, because I'm going to have to duck out, but like I can't stand not writing it)

Ian Javon, he had his faults, but everyone has their problems. Right? Of course, nowhere near as severe as his.
The man was a psycho, and definitely belonged in an insane asylum. He tortures people, just because he finds it amusing. He hunts people down, just so they know what he is capable of. He scares people, just because he wants to hear their screams.
But no one could stop him. He couldn't be found, he was too smart for that. He was on the FBI's most wanted list, and deserved much worse than he would get. He knew how to sweet talk someone up, even if he was a creep.
His mind was a dark place to be, if you got a glimpse, you'd have nightmares for months on end. There was no going back, once he had decided you were in his life.

And boy had he found someone. She worked for the NSA, and he couldn't keep his pale eyes off of her. Meredith Chambers, a woman of integrity. He knew she would take him down if she had gotten the chance. But she didn't know he existed, exactly. Not yet at least.
He had been keeping a tab on her, and once his last victim was gone, he decided to bring her a little closer. Anything he had on her, started to come out of the dark, and he was piling his stats up. He knew tons about her, and it wasn't normal any more. Nor was it ever.
He knew things from her favorite color, down to her blood type. How he had found this information, he would never tell. Everything he did, he kept highly classified. He admitted nothing, and if he did ten lies had come in between.
You could never trust a word he said.

Ian was in the middle of New Mexico, hiding in the darkest space of the small house he lived in. It was pitch black outside, and the red clock blinked midnight. He had shot the power once more, and had no clue of the actual time. He was too busy pacing, and downing a third cup of coffee.
The sound of his rather large feet, pounding on the floor, was an echoing sensation. Perfectly timed, thump, thump, thump. The sound echoed just the same in his brain; thump, thump, thump. He was beyond exhausted, but sleep wouldn't come to him. It rarely did.
Nightmares, of the things he had done, kept him up. When he was awake, it never bothered him. While asleep, it slowly killed him. It had gotten to the point, where he had been sleep walking, and brutally injuring himself. Though he never let the pain bother him.
Pain was for the weak, and he wasn't weak.

(Is that good, or do you want me to change/add more/ re-write anything?)

Meredith Chambers paced back and forth in her room. One of the most important companies that the NSA worked very closely with had been hacked, and she needed to write a letter to their coding team. The thing was, she needed to make this letter formal, and formal wasn't exactly her thing. Sure, she'd been working for the NSA for five years now, but that didn't mean that she had to write important and formal letters everyday. In fact, most of the work she did was separating joke emails and alerts from actual threats on the company email.

(M'kay~)

The dark room was illuminated by the soft blue glow of his computer screen. Ian leaned forward, pushing aside the mess on his desk. Text was scrolling across the screen, and he glared at it. He didn't like what was being said, adding in his own piece, he typed away on the key board before turning away. "Idiots." He scowled, draining off the last bit of coffee in his mug. His brow furrowed in disgust, and firmly set the ceramic glass aside. "I hate it when that happens." He muttered, referring to the cold bitter coffee. He looked down to the corner tab on his computer, and sighed. She was awake. Opening it, he watched her pace, just the same as he had been a couple minutes ago. Ian rubbed his tired eyes before plopping down in the old, beat up computer chair.

Deciding to leave the very important email for the moment, Meredith got up from the bed she had collapsed on just a moment ago and opened a package of chicken-flavoured ramen noodles, setting out some water to boil.

(Sorry for the short reply, I don't have too much creativity at the moment, but I have just enough to reply to some rps)

(It's all good! I get feeling that way :3)

"Finally," He muttered, watching her work on something to eat. "I've got like… 5 minutes." He mumbled, opening up a third tab, and reading over her email slowly. He needed to change it, but not too bad that she would notice. But what to change it to?
Sighing, he watched the blinking space in annoyance. "She can't tell them I got in… I could always change and send it…" He mumbled, tapping his finger on the computer screen.
"That's dumb, she'd just send a second one." He groaned, tapping his fist on the keys. It was leaving random symbols behind, with random letters. He didn't care though.

(sooooooooooo after the longest time i've got an idea for what meredith should do next, sorry for the long wait :/)
(oooo and while im at it i just got an idea for a nice plot twist)

Meredith sighed, and returned to her computer to put on some music while she was waiting for the water to boil. After all, a watched pot doesn't boil, she thought to herself. She paused for the briefest of moments, seeing the long string of random letters and symbols flowing out onto the draft of the email. Huh, interesting, she thought.

She was startled by the ding of her phone from the bed, alerting Meredith to a new notification. She eagerly got up from the chair, digging around in the bedsheets until her fingers felt the cold surface of her phone. She wrinkled up her face in confusion, seeing the notification. The NSA wanted her to move? Well, at least the place they wanted her to move to looked quite nice. Plus, she wouldn't have to pay for any of it. She smiled to herself, starting to pack up some of her clothes.