Card Games || Open
Frankie’s attention snapped up at Truth’s voice. Unless you were a founder it seemed like no one else really knew Truth’s connection to a certain other agent there. Frankie didn’t mention the fact since it seemed the two of them wanted to keep their familiar relationship a secret from others. Even with Frankie being close friends to Hamilton she still felt she knew very little of Truth outside of her file but this would never stop Frankie from talking to someone.
“Dear god please.” Frankie didn’t mean to sound so desperate but she didn’t really try to hide the fact that she was in fact that desperate. “I think I am losing my mind without an active mission to work on.” Frankie shuffled the cards nodding for Truth to take a seat on the bench in front of her.
“Whatcha know how to play? Rummy? War? I would even be down for just go-fish if you wanted.” She couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “You even said it this is depressing. You can’t ignore me for a book.” Frankie said smirking at the other girl.
It wasn’t like Truth minded everyone knowing about Hamilton and her. After all, they should be trusted everyone in the Agency and she couldn’t see how people could use it against her. She wished she was able to hang out with him like they used to. She needed him. But at the end of the day, she respected him and the fact he didn’t want everyone to know. She wasn’t too sure if all the Founding Fathers knew, but as long as no one pointed it out, she wouldn’t talk about it.
Truth couldn’t help but chuckle at the sound of her voice and took the seat on the bench. She understood how frustrating it might be for a field agent to stay inside and do nothing. At least tech agents always had something to do, even if it only meant improving equipment. “It will change soon, don’t worry. Before you even have time to say mission, even.” She rolled her eyes playfully and pulled her book aside.
“Of course, I’m not going to pay more attention to a book, that would be crazy,” She smiled and bit her bottom lip. “Well, to be honest, you’ll have to teach me how to play it again if you want me to be a good opponent. I didn’t play in ages! But I’m not against a little war game.” She sat cross-legged on the bench, facing her with a smirk. “I wouldn’t have pictured you playing card games,” She said truthfully, “You never really know people, especially in here.”
“It doesn’t take much to make her happy. She found hers in a cup'o coffee in the morning and the touch of his hand.”— askpristin (via austenns)
Card Games || Open
Frankie was bored. This always happened post any mission. Going from the adrenaline, even if this mission was a bit slow for her liking, of a mission to the lack of it, well it was almost enough to make Frankie pester every single person more then normal for nothing to do.
Today she found herself in the garden area on the third floor of the bunker. Frankie liked having the benefit of being outside without having to go into the cold rain that had been covering the town today. She sat with her legs crossed sideways on the bench, cards laid out in front of her as she played solitaire waiting for someone to come up so she could con them into playing any other game with her.
Especially since the game was just seeming to make her more and more bored the more she lost. Once she realized she was just going to lose again unless she cheated she gathered up the cards and started shuffling again.
“Oh, dear, this is depressing,” Truth teased the older agent with a smirk as she watched the cards before her. She hasn’t played cards in forever, probably since she was a child, nine years old or something. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it, but it wasn’t the first thing that came to her mind when she was bored. There was so much she could do with her laptop or just with books. There was nothing she enjoyed more than reading a book on a rainy day.
However, she needed to get out and to see something else. She usually didn’t mind going out of the Bunker, even if it was raining, but after the mission, she wasn’t sure going in town was a good idea. The indoor garden area would do. Of course, she carried her book with her since she didn’t expect to find someone in there, but in the end, she’d rather have a nice talk with Franklin than anything else.
“May I?” She asked, pointing at the seat beside her. She didn’t want to impose her presence either. “Is everything okay? It’s been a while since we last met.” She asked with a smile, holding her book against her chest.
Exploding Kittens || OPEN
In the back of her mind, Roosevelt knew that she wasn’t the best in her class. As much as she liked to claim otherwise, or pretend like she was the top of it, she knew deep down that she was probably somewhere near the middle. And part of that came from that moment when she was sitting in a seminar learning about explosives and couldn’t figure out how you can determine wiring without there being actual colors.
After sitting there in the classroom watching as the agent teaching them looked down her nose at her for the tenth time she almost felt like throwing the fake grenade just to watch everyone else scramble and possibly write it off as a joke. But instead she stayed after and alone in the empty classroom rereading her notes, writing them over and over again trying to figure out what she had done wrong. Staring at the words on the board and the words on the paper for a few hours and they had started to run together and if she hadn’t of been confused before she got to class, she sure as hell was now.
As the buzzer went off throughout the now empty classroom, Roosevelt shook with the echo. It shouldn’t be this hard. How was it that every time she got it wrong? Like the wire kept changing in the simulation. She knew it probably was, everything in The Agency seemed to work that way. Letting out a groan of frustration, the blonde picked up the bomb and chucked it towards the opposite side of the classroom, just in time to watch the door open and someone see her temper tantrum in all its glory.
Being attacked in the Bunker definitely was unusual. Agents never hurt each other or fight unless it was in a training room. Truth didn’t expect anything, especially not an explosive device, to be thrown at her when she entered the classroom. Her instincts immediately told her to step aside, just enough to avoid the bomb. She wasn’t sure if it was a real one or not but eventually, when she looked up at the agent in front of her and raised her eyebrows.
“What’s wrong with you? I know I didn’t knock but I thought this room was empty,” Truth explained as she kneeled down to pick up the bomb. After all, classes finished a couple of hours ago already. She examined it. It didn’t look broken. Then again, she wasn’t an expert. She walked to her table and pulled it down next to Roosevelt. She then turned around and sat on the desk, facing the board and staring at it for a moment.
“It’s not as easy as in movies, right?” She asked after a moment, a small smirk on her lips. She didn’t struggle that much during this class, nor during any of them by the way. As long as it didn’t include physical training, Truth was good with the rest. She was always quick to learn, she always wanted to learn more. Understanding things were easy for her, and it usually takes a couple of tries before she succeeded. However, she knew it wasn’t everyone’s case and she didn’t blame them for that. It didn’t mean they are less intelligent or they will not be great agents.
“Do you ever try to write down every single action you’re making to see when it turns bad? Sometimes, it helps me. It also helps you remember what you did. I recommend it, and not just for that.”
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be snippy.
Breakfast || Monroe&Truth
Truth loved everyone. At least, she always wanted to be loved by everyone, to have as many friends as possible. It wasn’t the case during her high school years, which probably lead her to the Agency at some point. Now, she tried to be the bubbly, funny friend to everyone. But this was just a dream. You can’t be friend with everyone, and for Truth, her issue was with Monroe.
She didn’t know her, barely talked to her, which made things even stranger. However, she’d seen her. Watched her from afar, more specifically when she was with Hamilton. It was pure jealousy and no one could understand her bitter feeling towards the blonde agent. Because no one, except Jay, knew about their relationship. It was just too hard for Truth to see Hamilton be close to a new agent, about her age, taking her under his wing when she couldn’t even talk to him freely in public. When someone else had the relationship they used to have in real life. It wasn’t as simple as that and she shouldn’t blame any of the two. She just couldn’t help herself.
Truth couldn’t hold back a long sigh when she realised how crowded the dining hall was. She wasn’t one to have breakfast when everyone was there. She’d rather have an early breakfast, or later in the middle of the day, but everything was slower in the labs today, and she was hungry.
When she spotted a seat on a two people table, she walked closer and dropped her tray in front of Monroe with another sigh. “May I?” She asked just to be polite since she was already taking the seat. She looked at the others’ tray; it looked almost the same as hers, except one thing. She was having tea. Tea. She hated tea. She shook her head in silence and took a bit of her apple. “Long time no see.” She said with an obvious fake smile. At least she was trying. And failing. “How have you been?”
Face to Face // Jay +Truth
“It’s no problem.” Jay remembers those young, tentative days, when killing was new and the entirety of what they do at the Agency felt overwhelming some days. It’s an emotional time for any person, witnessing someone take a life, and Jay’s glad he could help her out some. There’s a moment where Jay swears he could just lean in and kiss her. Whether it’d be reciprocated or not, it’s there. It takes a lot of will control to just let the moment ease on by, returning her smile as the bright lights of the hallway beckon him forward.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be ready to kick your butt by next week, so don’t slack off with your practice.” The medicine in the Bunker really is something else, and he has no doubt that Madison will have him all stitched up and fixed up within the week. There are new missions ahead just waiting to be conquered. Jay knows that Operation Hook is only the beginning for what the former Agent Franklin had gotten into.
Jay stops halfway out the door, half turning back to talk to her one more time before he leaves.
“And if you ever need to talk, or someone to just listen, I’m here for it.” The offer is genuine, despite Jay’s dislike for conversations that turn too touchy-feely. He may not be her mentor but Jay has a responsibility to all younger agents he takes seriously.
END
Face to Face // Jay +Truth
“Me and Big B? Never, ever going to happen.” Jay’s sure Jefferson would agree as well, but she isn’t with them to defend herself. “She gets the job done, always in the most boring way possible.”
Jay’s eyes close for a moment when she plays his hair. Despite the fact that he does have his secret, friends with benefits sort of relationship, intimacy isn’t something he’s always used to. His divorce was finalized a long time ago, and Jay can’t say he’s been focused on dating or even looking for companionship since then. Rebekah leaving messed Jay up more than he’s realized or admitted, and it’s easier to keep that wall up and just focus on the job.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you sound kind of like your brother right now,” Jay says with a shake of his head. He can see a familial relationship between them. When you’re raised in the same household as someone, there are certain ways of thinking and seeing the world that tend to be shared. Despite their different personalities, Jay has no doubt of the bond between Truth and Hamiltion.
As a kid, Jay dreamed of making the kind of money he has now. He was young and full of youthful optimism that if he had enough money he could care take of his entire family and make everything good in the world. As a teenager, he quickly grew out of that idea when he saw his parents struggling. He worked three minimum wage jobs to make sure the power stayed on in the house and that their other bills were paid on time. A big, fancy rich job wasn’t in the cards for him, at the time, and college was even further away.
Now, as an agent with money, he rarely gets to see his family. On his rough days, he wonders if all of his choices were the right ones. He made a decent living as a Marshal, and could have continued on that path. Instead his family sees his check book more than they see him. It’s too bittersweet, and Jay pulls himself out of his own head when she talks.
“You’re being awful truthful, Agent Truth. I’ll have to remember to liquor you up whenever I need some honest answers.” Jay sits up slowly. He’s still got a small buzz but it’s starting to wear off. That’s the best part of being as big as he is, alcohol doesn’t keep his head spinning for very long.
“As fun as this has been, I have a medical follow up for my perfectly fine, not at all injured shoulder today.”
“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment,” Truth smiled and looked at the ceiling again. All of her life, Cleo tried to be like Arlo. When she was young, she was following him around, always wanting to play with him and to see what he was doing. When he left to be a photojournalist, she wanted to do something as great as him and later, she joined law school. When he came back half broken, she was there to make him smile every single day.
There was no doubt that they both had similarities. They were raised by the same people, surrounded by the same people, with values such as compassion and love. Being the younger sibling of six, Truth had to be louder to be heard. When Arlo was calm and put together, Cleo was loud and bubbly, always seeking attention. But deep down, they were just the same.
Now they were together again, Truth wanted to be like Hamilton; one of the best agent of the Agency. Not being able to be close to him, to talk to him whenever she wanted, not being able to knock on his door when she was feeling down and to see him take agents under his wing was a lot harder than she would admit. The worst part was probably that she couldn’t talk to anyone about it. For the first time, she was alone and had to keep everything inside. She couldn’t trust anyone.
“Who said I was going to drink in your presence ever again?” Truth raised her eyebrows at him and shook her head. He didn’t have to do this to have honest answers, but she wouldn’t say it out loud.
“Oh yeah, sure, sorry,” Truth sat up, a little bit too quickly since she almost fell off her bed; alcohol mixed with her usual clumsiness was definitely not the best match. She rose from the bed and walked him to the door. She wrapped her fingers around the door handle but didn’t open it right away. When her eyes met his again, she looked a lot more serious than before.
“Look, I…” She took a deep breath and looked down at her feet. “Thank you. You didn’t have to come but you did it anyway. You made me forget the things I didn’t want to think about for a while so yeah. Thank you for that.” She said with a shy smile before she opened the door to let him out. “And go easy on your shoulder, or I’ll never go back to the gym.”