Indefinate Curiousity (Chase)

[Darcy Leone]

Rain. A Hail Mary for all life in the busy streets of Gotham. Rain has no enemy. No ally. Its focus is on wiping away the sins we create. The good memories we abolish. The pitter patter of it's lumiscent drops almost give the city a gleam to it, as if the angels were here watching us. What would these angelic raindrops search for in the corrupt streets of Gotham? Vic found himself asking this question as his eyes averted from the window and back to the classroom. He looked at his watch.

[purple]"I'll be back in twenty. Try to finish up."[/purple]

He spoke carelessly to his students in the computor lab. The focus of their assignment; create a website using HTML code formatting. It's a tedious design, not using Dreamweaver, but it kept the students preoccupied. If the students were preoccupied, it meant the teacher had time to study himself. He closed the door to his room, and walked through the halls of the massive high school.

The Dean of students. Who was he? Better yet, who were the teachers who worked in his institution? All Charley knew was the students were special. As in the future of our safety, special. Yet he saw Arkamites teaching these youthful members of society. Why? Why former villains? What was the goal of this man and why would he hire superheroes and villains? Charley walked to the Dean's door. He kept tabs on the old man. He only left his office between the hours of 1 and 2 for a lunchbreak, and stayed there for the duration of the day. The security system was near impossible to crack at night, preventing Charley from breaking in... Yet.

He needed to find out what was going on. A lockpick slid down Vic's sleeve and it took him two seconds to successfully break into the Dean's room. He closed the door ever quietly as to alleviate a possible stir in the hallways. Nobody saw Vic... That he knew of.

He found himself at the old man's computor. Turning it on, the screen lit up asking for a password. He was rather limited on time, so luckily, Vic came prepared. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a flashdrive. On it, was a virus that scrambled the computor's security settings. Upon inserting the flashdrive, Vic was already in the Dean's word documents. His eyes lit up, as he scrolled through the information.

[Peter Bishop]

Chase sat behind the desk in the Athletic Director office, finishing up some paperwork that needed to be signed and sorted. Yes, she was the Athletic Director of the school, as well as an english teacher at South High. She was offered the job very early on, and barely needed any time to think before she had accepted. It was just a personaly thing, she had been making more money than ever thanks to this job.

She filed the last of the paperwork and sat down in her chair for a couple of moments. Chase didn't know what to do next, there was still a lot of time left in the period, but there was no more work to be done. She flicked her pen around for a bit, before settling into the idea of asking the Dean of Students a question on when they should set the date for baseball and softball try-outs.

She stood up slowly from her chair; she hated conrontations with the Dean. He was always so mysterious and crap, it was just really annoying to deal with when you had a question or something. Chase walked over towards her office door, pulled it open, and walked out. She headed down the small hall, where the Dean's office is situated in the very back.

While she was walking towards the office, she could have sworn that someone that wasn't the Dean go into it. Chase honestly thought she was seeing things, so once she had gotten to the door she opened it almost imediatley. She looked at the man sitting behind the desk in a cinfused daze.

"...you're not the Dean of Students."

[Darcy Leone]

[purple]"No. I'm not."[/purple]

The Question a.k.a. Vig Sage spoke with a light ring in his voice. Surprised him. Clearing his throat, he pulled out the flashdrive and shut the computor down. In the span of five minutes, he had retrieved a large sum of information about our 'Dean'. For starters, his involvement with the CIA sparked the most interest in Vic.

The woman wasn't going to attack him. And if she did, he had a handy screwdriver in his hand along with various MMA techniques at his disposal. Fear wasn't his first feeling. Angst. Stress were. He took the screwdriver and got on his knees. Loosening the screws off the desktop, he took the chasey off the computor. This revealed a hardrive, and various computor parts wired together for comsumer use. He reached into his other coat pocket and felt for a radio transmitter and ducttape. Precariously placing the rado transmitter into the chasey, he put the chasey back over the computor and tightened the screws. He gently pushed the computor back to where it was and stood up to face the athletic directer.

[purple]"Genuine bona fide perception. Bravo. It's a hard to come by trait in people, lately."[/purple]

He put the screwdriver and roll of ducttape back in his coat pockets, waiting for a response. He was caught in the act. Carelessness lead to him getting caught. He didn't take into account that a teacher might walk in. Would've been better to lock the door. Duely noted,He thought to himself.

[Peter Bishop]

"No. I'm not."[/b]

Chase rolled her eyes, whatever this guy was doing was certainl ynot legal. But she didn't know whether or not to do anything about it. It wasn't her job to make sure no one was lurking around the Dean's office, was it? No, it was the stupid. young blonde receptionists job.

"Genuine bona fide perception. Bravo. It's a hard to come by trait in people, lately."[/b]

"Wow, way to be a dick about this," She growled at him, crossing her arms over her chest. Before, Chase was thinking about looking past this situation. But now, there was no way she was going to let this asshole get away with this. There was no doubt in her mind that he was stealing information from the Dean's computer.

And who the hell was this guy? Did he even work here? "Since you had to be such an ass, I guess I'm going to have to report you," Chase sneered, as she turned around to head over towards the receptionist desk and tell her everything that had just happened. There was no way this asshole is getting away with this, after insulting her inteligence.

[Darcy Leone]

[purple]"Are you really that stupid, or do you die your hair?"[/purple]

Vic said with a charming smile. Looked like he wasn't getting out of this anytime soon. Just another Wednesday. Pulling back a chair, he rested his feet on the Dean’s desk with a complete lack of respect for the Dean, or the woman who planned on ‘reporting’ him. What a bitch. He chuckled.

[purple]“You’re a Newtonian thinker. Everything you think is in black and white. No gray areas. Tell me. Do you ever get bored of that? Do you ever ask yourself a question about namely yourself to find no answer without investigation? What the fuck do you think I was doing?”[/purple]

He had the same smirk on his face. The same look in his eyes of a man that didn’t care for consequence. At least on his part anyway.

[purple]“You could tell the Dean. And knowing the man, he would do one of two things. Option one; He gives you a promotion, offers you a quasi manager position that doesn’t exist in exchange for a blowjob. You’re put under close surveillance, never knowing why I looked through his information. Sounds fun.”[/purple]

Vic Sage’s smirk turned to a grin.

[purple]“Option number two; He’s not as nice as you or anyone here makes him out to be. He kills you and I. Me namely for my intrusion. You for your affiliation to me. He doesn’t know what I told you, if I told you anything. He doesn’t take any chances.”[/purple]

He put his feet down and pushed the chair in. A more serious look appeared on The Question’s face.

[purple]“Judging you by facial expression, I’d say there’s a 96.7% probability of you telling the Dean. Nevertheless, I want to leave the other 3.3% up to chance and hope that you make the right decision. If you do, I’ll answer a few of your questions. Probably why I’m here to start.”[/purple]

[Peter Bishop]

Chase's jaw dropped at what he said about her hair. There were two things going through her mind, the first was that this guy was an evern bigger asshole than he had seemed a couple of minutes ago. The second thought was that she wasn't so sure if dying her hair blonde was such a good idea anymore.

Her thoughts of re-dying her hair brown were shifted out from her mindset as she recieved the man's insults. "I don't only think in black and white!" Chase growled at him, but she was having a hard time keeping up. The whole blowjob comment almost sent her off the edge, she was getting ready to go over there and just nail him square ib the nose.

But, she decided causing a fuss over this was not nescisary. Even though she didn't exactly trust men much, after being screwed over by so many of them, she was still curious as to what this one was doing hacking into the Dean's computer and why. Chase was used to the constant drama of the school, but she never had to deal with a hacking scam, maybe this would be the best time to start.

Chase looked out the door behind her, the dumbass secretary was busy typing away at some important business to notice. She closed the door to the office slowly and carefull, before walking directly in front of the desk where the man was sitting.

"This is how it's going to work, if you insult me one more time I am going to kick your ass and snitch on you to the Dean!" She snapped at him, before sitting down in the chair across from him. "Now, you can start with the whole, why are you here? And what were you just doing?'