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Post by storm on Feb 12, 2009 17:29:48 GMT -5
1st Feb
Since being fired for lack of a better term from the company a while back, Elle had been at a loss about what to do with herself since really being an agent, working for her father and those in authority was really the only thing she ever knew. She didn’t have a normal childhood, she was raised to be a weapon by her father and with him gone she was now under the direct tutorage of the new operations head of the company, Angela Petrelli. It was Ms. Petrelli that initially told her she was out the door and well that changed. Now she was back, her old job of helping capture dangerous villains, specials with powers that would hurt people. She couldn’t say no to that, she was bored silly sitting around so she was back at work, helping out Angela and those at the company as one of them, a special.
Today however she was sitting inside Angela’s office, what used to be her father’s office with her feet crossed and on the desk, her slumber in the chair almost enough to make her fall asleep but she wasn’t here for comfort, she was here for a request. She was tired of getting these lame assessments, sure she helped clean up the streets but what did it really accomplish while Sylar was still on the loose? He killed her father, he needed to pay.
She brought her hands up in front of her, a few sparks sizzling between her fingers as she watched the glow from the charge. It was good to have power but she needed to use it on a proper assessment, on Sylar. Angela was in charge now, she decided what she did and when and so far she had been stonewalling her with these rookie assessments but she wanted back into the big leagues, back on the trail of Sylar. Elle just sat, made herself at home as she waited for Angela to wrap up her meeting or whatever it was those suits did while the agents did all the leg and dirty work.
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Post by angela on Feb 15, 2009 2:19:09 GMT -5
Angela was running late. The meeting she had attended ran late, and then she got stuck in traffic as she was heading back to Primatech. It was just typical. Whenever she was in a hurry for anything, something always held her back somehow.
Reaching Primatech fifteen minutes later, she parked her car and walked quickly to her office. And as she was late, it would mean that Elle was already waiting for her. She had contacted her previously saying she needed to speak to her. Angela had no clue what it was about, but she hoped that it was something. She had heard from Noah how one of the missions with Claire hadn't gone so well with Elle involved and she had promised Noah she would do her best to stop them from working together. Truth was, Angela wanted them to learn to work together.
She wanted to be able to give Elle something better that she could do, instead of just bringing in the odd dangerous special to get them calmed down and in control of their powers. She quickly opened the office door.
"Elle, you're here" she said stating the obvious, "I am very sorry for keeping you waiting, meetings and delays, you know how it is" Angela said as she made her way to her desk and not even bothering to notice Elle's position.
"So, what can I do for you Elle?" Angela asked giving Elle a small smile.
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Post by storm on Feb 15, 2009 8:23:10 GMT -5
Angela Petrelli was the woman that took over from Elle’s father, the operations side of things anyway and the first note of business was to remove the troublesome Elle Bishop from her ranks to avoid anymore incidents and failed missions. That changed. And now, there she was, entering into her own office late, the Primatech boss, the company boss. Elle didn’t change her position or having her feet on the desk, she just sat there as an apology and then a question was sent her direction. She had time to consider this; she knew exactly what she wanted, one thing, Sylar dead.
“You can tell me why I’m getting these rookie assignments and why I’m babysitting the cheerleader for her father” It was straight to the point, the annoyance of having to train and work with Noah’s cheerleader of a daughter. She didn’t have time to play babysitter, she didn’t want to play babysitter because once she found Sylar, she was done with the company anyway. The only reason she was around was because of her father’s death, once that was revenged then that was it for Elle and the company, she didn’t have anything left at the company, her father was gone and really, nobody liked her.
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Post by angela on Feb 16, 2009 8:43:28 GMT -5
Well Elle certainly did beat around the bush when it came to saying what she wanted thought Angela. She shook her head slightly, but kept her back straight, and her small smile upon her face, with her one eyebrow raised. Angela hadn't quite expected what she heard however, she took in a deep breath before speaking. "Well you see Elle, I had to let you back into the Company gently and I don't see it as you babysitting my granddaughter, Claire mostly works with her dad Noah"
She didn't want to have a scene with Elle, she was glad to have her back, but she did have a point about the rookie assignments and maybe it was time to let Elle back out into the field properly, providing she played to the Company's new procedures, to use as little violence as possible and she knew that would be difficult for Elle to take on board.
Keeping her tone and face the same, she leaned forward, "So, what exactly is it you wish to do? I assume you have something in mind, seeing as you have come to see me" Angela said keeping her eyes firmly on Elle's own.
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Post by storm on Feb 17, 2009 8:46:05 GMT -5
When it came to how things work in The Company, Elle was an expert because she had been a part of the operations since she was a little kid and that was all thanks to her father’s influence. Now that he was dead, killed by that monster all Elle could think about was revenge, to make Sylar suffer for what he did and not to her father but to her, she wanted him to know her pain of this whole thing. However, Angela was in charge now, new procedures and all which also apparently included babysitting the cheerleader.
Elle listened, took in what was being told to her but really she didn’t care what kindness Angela was trying to deliver or the reasons why she was being given these rookie assignments, she wasn’t a trainee anymore and to be honest, once this thing with Sylar was done she didn’t want anything to do with The Company. She pulled her feet down and stared at Angela, leaning forward in her seat, “You know what I want!” It had been regularly requested, demanded of Angela since Elle was offered her job back and so far she had been stonewalled but her patience as everyone knew was thin. She wanted Sylar.
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Post by angela on Feb 21, 2009 1:09:10 GMT -5
Of course Angela knew what was wrong with Elle. It was nothing to do with rookie assignments or babysitting as she put it, Claire. This was about her revenge, her desire to kill Sylar. Elle wasn't strong enough to take him out and Angela couldn't expect her to do it and especially not alone.
"Alright Elle, I know who it is you want, but you aren't strong enough to take him out by yourself" Angela said in a firm voice. She didn't want to sound nasty or condescending to the girl, but the truth was Sylar could kill Elle in a heartbeat if he wanted and what was more, Angela knew he could and would if it meant protecting himself.
"What would make you happy Elle? For me to say, yes to ahead and kill Sylar? Because I will if that's what you want to hear, but I like the idea of you being alive for some strange reason" Angela said as she stared at her with a cold expression and a raised eyebrow. Why did Elle insist in causing trouble for herself, because going after Sylar is exactly what she would do.
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Post by storm on Feb 28, 2009 8:56:19 GMT -5
It forced almost a mild smile when she heard Angela saying she wanted to keep Elle Bishop from harm. Since the get go they had clashed horns together, initially being fired and then rehired so they weren’t the best of friends or enemies, it was a neutral dislike of each others presence. Elle shifted her head to the side and smirked, “I didn’t know you cared so much about little me” It was sarcasm at its finest.
She didn’t like the fact that she was being told that her level of development meant she would just be handing Sylar another kill rather than taking him out if they should meet in confrontation. Elle grunted, “Sylar needs to be stopped before someone else dies and I’m tired of waiting for permission to avenge my father’s death. How would you react if it was someone of your family that had been killed, like the Cheerleader or the wannabe hero Peter?” She hated being told what to do, she wasn’t her mother and since her father was gone now she didn’t want another role model.
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Post by angela on Mar 5, 2009 6:31:45 GMT -5
Angela gave Elle a small smile, and raised her eyebrow again, "Now, no need for sarcasm Elle" she replied, "I know we've had our differences in the past, but you're a part of my Company and contrary to what you might think I do care about the people in my grasp Elle" Angela said softening her voice a little.
Yes, Angela had problems with Elle's father, and then fired Elle soon after, but she realised she had made a mistake and allowed Elle back into the fold, and now that she was here, Angela endeavored to treat her like any other member on her team and that meant caring for them, even if it wasn't always shown or in the right way.
When Elle then went on the rampage slightly about being fed up of waiting, and how would Angela like it if her granddaughter Claire or son Peter had been killed by Sylar, Angela had to stop and think about how she would have felt and it wouldn't have been easy. In a way she could understand how Elle was feeling.
"You're right Elle, I would be devastated and want revenge, of course I would, I'm not saying you aren't strong enough, I believe you could be, but Sylar has many abilities now, and if you lost your guard for even a second, he could control and kill you, and I wouldn't like that" Angela tried to explain slightly exasperated. If Angela was to give Elle such a mission, she would want her to have somebody who was strong with her. Somebody who could get Elle's back if need be.
"Very well, but I would be much happier if you would allow me to send somebody strong with you, just as back up, somebody who could, what can I say, distract Sylar somewhat, and allow you to do what is necessary" Angela said, although she still wasn't sure why she was saying this, because now that Sylar had acquired Claire's ability he could pretty much survive anything. The only way to kill somebody completely with that ability was to behead them.
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Post by storm on Mar 21, 2009 8:13:58 GMT -5
Angela still didn’t understand where Elle was coming from and really that was the annoying part, that nobody at this company, her second home even knew who she really was right now or ever. Elle looked at Angela and shook her head, she knew that Sylar was stronger now more than she had ever faced him before and the fact she would die had also be factored into her decision to hunt down Sylar, she honestly didn’t care about her life. It was a suicide mission; Elle didn’t want to live anymore, not like this, broken.
“You don’t get it. I don’t want anyone to come along with me because if they do then they will die along with me and that monster. I’m not coming back from this, I don’t want to come back from this, I want him dead and this all to be over….” Elle was speaking strongly, she hadn’t thought about dying, she was full of revenge, it echoed in her mind, itched on her skin; she wanted to watch him die even if it meant her death.
She looked away, she didn’t want to make this out to be a charity case, she had gotten what she wanted and now it would begin the hunt. Elle stood up and started around towards the door, she knew that he was invincible, he couldn’t die, she read the reports about him taking the cheerleaders powers but she wanted him to suffer, to see his pain, watch him fry under her power, to see him on his knees and then…then she would kill.
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Post by angela on Mar 25, 2009 18:02:58 GMT -5
Some would say Angela wasn't the most compassionate woman, but she could see and she could feel Elle's pain and it was actually very painful for Angela to witness. She couldn't begin to think what it must have been like for Elle to find out her father had been killed by the monster which was Sylar.
Elle was now saying that Angela didn't get it. She didn't want somebody with her, she wanted to do it alone, she wasn't planning on coming back from this mission. Elle was basically telling Angela she was planning a suicide mission, that's what it sounded like.
Angela felt she had no alternative but to give in, she shook her head slowly, "Very well Elle, I can't stop you from doing what you want to do, so if that's what you want to do, then go ahead and do it" she said in a slightly defeated voice and then watched Elle as she stood up and began heading toward the door.
Then looking at her with a raised eyebrow and her small thin smile on her face, she said in a strong voice, "But I think you're better than allowing your life to end Elle, don't let him win" and then she looked down at the file on her desk, the file with all the information she had on Sylar. She would take care of this monster one way or another, she would not let Elle end her life for this monster who ended her father's life, no matter what Elle thought of her, she simply couldn't allow the girl to do this.
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