Dr. Newton Geiszler (
sciencesaggressively) wrote2013-10-25 01:53 pm
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*bad boys bad boys whatcha gonna do~ plays distantly in the background*
It had started out innocently enough, just a casual conversation with Kate on the topic of the envelope mystery. It's when she'd brought up the idea of getting ahold of the security footage that they'd both stared at each other, clearly coming to the silent agreement that they need to get ahold of the security footage. It doesn't take long for both of them to get changed--all black, of course, because that's what the movies always say is best--and rendezvous at the train station at 1800 hours during a convenient switching of the shifts at the information booth.
Newt tries to look cool, leaning against the wall nearest the empty booth as a few people pass him by--and he finds it kind of weird that they seem to be noticing him more than usual, or maybe he's just being paranoid. The door to the security room is just around the corner and the station is emptying out, so it's pretty much now or never. Well, never until the next shift change, whatever. He peers around the corner, failing to notice Kate coming up behind him, so when she taps him on the shoulder he can't stop the yelp that escapes from his throat, and he really wishes he'd bought that ski mask he'd seen at the store because his cheeks are awfully red right now.
"I thought you were the fuzz," he says even as his eyes crinkle from a wide smile and he leans over for a kiss. "I think we're in good shape to do this, you ready?"
Newt tries to look cool, leaning against the wall nearest the empty booth as a few people pass him by--and he finds it kind of weird that they seem to be noticing him more than usual, or maybe he's just being paranoid. The door to the security room is just around the corner and the station is emptying out, so it's pretty much now or never. Well, never until the next shift change, whatever. He peers around the corner, failing to notice Kate coming up behind him, so when she taps him on the shoulder he can't stop the yelp that escapes from his throat, and he really wishes he'd bought that ski mask he'd seen at the store because his cheeks are awfully red right now.
"I thought you were the fuzz," he says even as his eyes crinkle from a wide smile and he leans over for a kiss. "I think we're in good shape to do this, you ready?"
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"Hi, sorry," she says with a laugh, kissing him back even though she knows they're supposed to be on a mission. It just makes them look like they're a totally normal couple, though, meeting up at the train station, both wearing all black to commit a really ridiculous crime. It somehow makes their story -- if they have a story, she's not even sure -- way more believable. "I'm totally ready. We're looking for a tape from yesterday afternoon at about two. That's the last envelope I noticed."
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"Two, okay, gotcha." He peeks around the corner again to make sure it's still empty then gestures for her to follow him to the door. He reaches for the knob and, as expected, it's locked. "It was never going to be that easy. You got a couple bobby pins on you?"
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A black bag, very carefully chosen for its size, which looks just about right to hold a security tape or two.
Turning away from the door, she looks around to make sure no one is watching, then looks back at Newt. "Go for it, you're totally clear. I'll keep watch." So far no one seems to care what they're doing, but she knows one of the security guards will be by in the next few minutes. She spends so much time sitting at that desk that she's memorized most of their schedules just out of sheer boredom.
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"Are you kidding?" she asks, then laughs, looking impressed. "I have no idea why, so don't even ask, but there's something weirdly hot about that." Or maybe it's just Newt in general and the fact that they're doing something totally illegal and will probably result in her getting fired if they get caught, all these things coming together to make lock picking hot for some reason.
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He holds the door open for her after making sure they're still alone and quickly ushers himself in after her. Once he turns around, he feels... oddly underwhelmed. It's a small room--pretty much a cellblock except actually less well-kept--with just enough space for the one chair, a couple files cabinets, and a desk topped with TVs. The first TV Newt notices is showing black and white footage of what's outside, and a piece of masking tape jankily labels it as TR STN. "I'm guessing that's the one we need." He gestures toward the cabinets. "If they switch tapes out every day, should be easy enough to find in there."
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She heads for the cabinets, opening the top drawer of one and finding only a bunch of papers that look like they're about a hundred years old. "Just for the record," she says as she picks through the papers and finds nothing interesting, "if we get caught in here, I'm probably going to lie and say we were coming in here to make out. Cool?" It's the only story she can think of that might seem plausible, even if they are both dressed in black and look like they're trying to commit a crime. She thinks crying might help, depending on who it is that finds them, but she doesn't want to break that out unless she absolutely has to.
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He peers into a drawer of the other cabinet, but its contents consist only of an empty manila folder and a pen. He cringes to himself at how loud the pen sounds clattering around in the quiet room, but he's pretty certain that nobody would have heard it from outside. "I'm good with that alibi," he says, coming up empty with another drawer. "Nothing in this one, either. Which, of course, begs the question, why even bother having this in here?"
He glances over at the TV again, zoning in on a camera that's focused directly on the information booth. "Sound," he murmurs to himself before turning to Kate. "Have you talked about doing this before? While you were at work maybe?" Maybe he's just being paranoid but is someone's watching, he doesn't see why someone can't be listening, too.
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She glances at the TVs and then back at Newt, her eyebrows lifted. "Do you think they heard me?"
She doesn't even know who they are, some nameless, faceless entities who run this city somehow and want to keep them from finding out anything that might ruin the mystery. But if they were able to hear her -- she's on the tapes, anyway -- then maybe that's why they can't find any of the tapes now that they're in here.
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He leans against the wall, biting his lip as he stares down at the tape like it's going to start talking, give him all the answers he and Kate are looking for here. "I mean, somebody's watching, right? Do you ever see who's coming in and out of here during your shifts?" His eyes travel back to the cabinets, down their lengths and to the floor and just to the left of one of them is where he sees it, a distinct line between dust and clean floor, almost like... "Something's been moved recently." It's starting to get weirder than he's thought this would be, but it makes him all the more curious. "Is it just me or this starting to feel like one big conspiracy?"
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When he looks down at the floor, she does as well, moving closer to see what he's talking about, but there it is, clear evidence something has been moved. Absently, she takes the tape from him and puts it in her bag, because there's no way in hell she's leaving a tape behind, even if it isn't labelled. There might not be anything on it at all, it might just be a spare that's been left lying around, but she's totally not taking the chance. Maybe it's nothing, but maybe it's something huge.
"Yeah, this is all super weird," she agrees, looking at him for a moment as she bites her lower lip. Nothing really makes sense and she's about to say as much when she hears the sound of someone at the door behind them. "Oh, fuck me," she curses, then reaches out to pull Newt toward her as fast as she can. Her heart is suddenly hammering and it's partly that they're totally about to be caught in here, but really, her story as to why they're in here in the first place is pretty fun.
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He glances at the TV screen and sees a guy--a pretty big guy, like the kind that would get hired to be a bouncer at a club, the kind who would have zero problem overpowering both of them--with his hand on the doorknob and shit, wow, a little more awareness on his part probably would have been nice because they're totally screwed but okay, yeah, now he's remembering the story Kate had planned on using. He flashes her a crooked smile. "If we get arrested, just know it's been a pleasure doing this B&E with you."
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Not yet.
She backs up until she's leaning against the desk, then kisses him, tightening her arm around him and she really doesn't even have to try at all to make it look real. Kissing him is still just about the best thing she's been doing lately and she sighs softly, happily, just as the door slams shut.
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"Oh, shit, dude... Uh. Wrong room?"
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"Hi," she says. "Sorry."
"You work at the information booth," he says and she nods.
"Yeah, it's just... you know how it is, right? You have a date, you want to impress them, you bring them to the locked room at your place of employment," she tries to explain and suddenly her story seems a lot less realistic. She reaches for Newt's hand, squeezing it lightly, although she's not sure what she expects him to jump in with. "It's totally hot?"
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"Yeah, nothing turns me on more than going into locked rooms, it's a thing," he says, and yeah, totally convincing. But not really at all, apparently, since the guard's walking toward them and grabs hold of Newt's arm and damn, that is a hell of a grip. "Dude, at least buy me dinner first, okay?"
The guard rolls his eyes and shoves Newt toward the door. "Get the hell out of here." He turns back to Kate, arms crossed over his chest and looking awfully smug. "I'm telling the boss about this."
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"Now that you've exerted the tiny amount of power you're allowed, try not to get too excited about it once we're gone," she advises, reaching for the door knob, opening the door even as she speaks because she's totally going to lose her job now, she doesn't want to get her -- or Newt's -- ass kicked, too. "Also, I totally know you sit in here and watch me on the TV. Gross, dude."
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It's not until they're a full block away from the station that he pulls her down onto a bench and starts to laugh hysterically, the result of a combination of adrenaline and nerves and well, shit, Kate had told that guy off and it had been awesome. Ok, there's the not-so-awesome part where Kate's almost definitely going to be handed a pink slip next time she goes in, but he thinks she deserves a lot better than this job anyway. "Well. There'd better be something on that damn tape, or I might lose my mind."
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"What if it's nothing? What if it's completely blank, are you really going to lose your mind?" she asks, grinning at him. "Because if you are, we're totally watching this at your place, I'd like my giant flamingo to remain unbroken in the ensuing rage spiral you're going to end up in." The flamingo is still her pride and joy, the best part of her apartment, even though she thinks she's done a pretty good job with the rest of it.
"Okay, seriously, are we going to go watch this? Do you even own a VCR?" She's not sure she does, now that she's thinking about it. The apartment came with a TV, but she doesn't spend much time watching it unless it's on in the background just for the noise.
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"Only a tiny bit of my mind, not the whole thing, the part that's not like, super important. Just kidding, every part of the brain is important, that's preposterous. But I promise to never do your flamingo any harm, that would be near blasphemy." Her question about the VCR is what makes him drop his head onto his knees. "Wow, that would be useful, right? A VCR, I don't even know, does anyone have a VCR anymore?"
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"They might have one. Because I'm pretty sure my place didn't come with one, which probably means your place didn't come with one either." On the other hand, she's never actually checked, so she can't be sure. "What if there's something totally creepy on there like the video in the Ring? What if we only get seven days to live after we watch it?" She's mostly joking, but even as she says it, she realizes she's not as excited to watch it as she thought she was. This entire place has been good to her for the most part and now that she's trying to unravel things she's a little nervous about pissing it off. If they delve too deeply into what's behind the envelopes, they might actually discover something and she suddenly doesn't know if that's such a good idea.
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He makes a face at the mention of The Ring, he very vaguely recalls seeing that way back when, but he'd been twelve when it had come out, and he'd ended up analyzing the hell out of the logistics of that girl crawling out of the television. "Well, if we're only going to have seven days to live, we should make it a really badass seven days, right?" He knows it's not a thing that's going to happen, obviously it's not going to happen, but what if it happens? He almost suggests that maybe they should just hold off, not even watch the tape at all, at least not before drinking heavily. But on the off chance that there's something on that tape that's actually worth seeing... Well, he can hardly resist that potential.
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"But seriously, we're watching it on your TV now, because I'm just picturing a girl crawling out of mine in the middle of the night and I'm pretty sure I'm never going to sleep again," she realizes. "Not that I want her crawling out of your TV either, that'd be pretty shitty. Maybe we can convince someone else to let us use their TV." She's not sure if that's how it works, but she's willing to take the chance.
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"Well, I'm glad you have my personal mental health as a priority in your decision-making," he teases. He's pretty sure that it wouldn't matter whose TV they watched the tape on, if a girl is coming out of the screen, she's probably not going to pick and choose who she brutally murders based on who the unit occupant is. Then again, he wouldn't even be entertaining this idea if they had been anywhere else, but he supposes that at this point, he should probably expect that anything can happen. "So we knock on a neighbor's door and not tell them about this, right? Both our TVs are totally broken, so we need to borrow one for very important businessthat they can't be a part of. Sounds legit to me."
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"So maybe we just get drunk." And that way if there is something super unsettling on the tape, she'll be able to deal with it better or she'll just care a lot less. "But that still means we need to get a VCR first. The pawn shop's just up ahead, they'll have something and I totally won't lead you astray with the decorating, my mom is an artist, I have a very keen eye or whatever the hell it is they call it."
She doesn't know a damn thing about art, just what her mother's tried to teach her over the years, but Kate's never much listened. She likes what she likes, regardless of what other people think, and she's pretty sure that's the way to go when it comes to decorating.
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