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Post by Jennifer Ehle Lynn on Aug 17, 2013 3:09:07 GMT
Jen briefly looked up from her notebook, scanning the room yet again for Jewels. Still no sign of her. She sighed. Just when was her twin going to bother to show up? Why did she make Jen promise to be here if she was going to be so late?!
But there were so many people gathering in one place. So many potential subjects! Jen was itching to take blood samples. She didn't have fast enough reflexes to do it without their noticing, though. When it was necessary her financial backers provided people to do that grunt work. But she needed fresh patients and this time the asylum rejects weren't going to cut it. These drugs directly influenced the intellect and the brain. They wouldn't be able to properly gauge the results with people who were mentally unstable. A ball was the perfect opportunity to do this. But she'd never get away with it.
She returned to her equations. She was sure Jewels would come pester her as soon as she arrived. In any case, she had fulfilled her part. She'd shown up and she had come properly dressed minus the lab coat. "Quadratic equation..." "Minus 16..." "1/4th over 5/68th.."
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Post by John Constantine on Aug 17, 2013 15:15:05 GMT
In his eternal quest for more champagne, John passed by Jen. Her notebook scribbling had caught his eye, and he looked down at the complicated scientific equations. Maybe it was the alcohol or his non-understanding of science, but he understood not a number of it. He just walked on after the champagne.
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Post by Kate Kane on Aug 17, 2013 16:49:50 GMT
Kate pondered what he said. She had a very good reason for not tracking Renee down again. She'd be in too much danger. "I haven't seen her in years" she said, telling a partial truth. "I don't even know where she lives anymore."
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 17, 2013 20:05:51 GMT
"There's something called the internet," Bruce said.
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Post by Jennifer Ehle Lynn on Aug 18, 2013 1:01:34 GMT
A drunk man passed by Jen but she barely registered his appearance. She was in her own little world of scientific equations. When she was at a good breaking point she looked up and scanned the room again for Jewels. She sighed. Still no sight of her irresponsible social butterfly. She returned to her work. "Quadratic functions.."
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Post by Kate Kane on Aug 18, 2013 3:10:51 GMT
"...Point" Kate said. At least that played into her ditzy persona. "I guess that's why I don't run a company" she said, smiling back at Bruce.
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Post by Floyd Lawton on Aug 18, 2013 18:22:55 GMT
Floyd had been there walking the ballroom for quite awhile, unnoticed. He had died his hair blond and was wearing spectacles that didn't hinder his vision. A master of disguise he was not, but beside from Interpol his face wasn't very well known.
Sure he could have gone as one of the guests, The Calculator could have got him in - no problem, but that would mean he would be required to be a presence. The other guests would ask questions like "Who are you?" and "How much are you worth?" Floyd didn't need that kind of attention. He needed to go unnoticed - so he was dressed as a common waiter. A guest here and there would stop him to get a cube of cheese from his silver plate, but without much regard. As soon as he was gone, they forget he even existed.
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 19, 2013 14:53:09 GMT
"Well good luck," he told Kate.
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Post by Kate Kane on Aug 19, 2013 15:36:22 GMT
"You too Brucie" Kate said with a smile, before turning to find some champagne.
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Post by Jennifer Ehle Lynn on Aug 20, 2013 4:25:39 GMT
Jen looked up from her notebook yet again. Jewels would kill her if she found her cooped up in her books at a social affair like this. But to be fair, Jen was about ready to kill Jewels herself. She had dressed up, driven all the way here, and her twin was no where to be found. She could have been in her study working. It would have been a better environment. Better lighting, an erasable chalkboard. A nice sturdy mahogany desk. That little black bendable lamp she loved. Her computer. Her files. Yes, much better than a mere notebook.
Then she saw a face she recognized. It took her a moment to place it. That was Bruce. She was sure of it! He had sat next to her in one of their Chemistry courses at Princeton. He was a pretty quiet guy but nice enough. He had even helped her when one of the nastier students had tried to throw one of her notebooks out the window. Jen herself wasn't very athletic; and, she had pretty terrible reflexes. The monster had started to tear her pages, the edges of her precious equations while dangling it out the window. The threat was obvious. Move forward and he would drop it but just stare and the equations would be shredded one by one. Even back then her research was her life. She had been at a complete loss when Bruce intervened, saving her work.
Jen didn't make friends easily. Most people found her obsessed and strange. But she had offered to help him study. Sometimes before or after class she'd answer a question about their homework. It was obvious he wasn't really interested in chemistry but he was always polite and he at least cared enough to put an honest effort into passing the exams. And he didn't seem too put off by her scientific curiosity. Like most people he found some of her questions odd and slightly disturbing; but, he seemed to appreciate her drive. He once complimented Jen on her motivation.
She couldn't really say they'd been friends. They'd never kept in touch or hung out aside from studying. She'd met him once or twice before exams to make sure he knew what he was talking about but that was the extent of it. Friendly acquaintances. She doubted he would even recognize her. Still, she was glad to see he seemed to be doing well. Jen had few friends so she was fiercely loyal to her close relations and extremely loyal to anyone who had done her a favor. All of her equations, correct or flawed lead to a better understanding of the scientific world. Each was precious and had something crucial to offer. Losing any would be like losing a twin.
She wondered up to Bruce and offered a sincere smile. "Hey Bruce!"
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 21, 2013 15:33:19 GMT
Bruce looked at her, thinking for a few moments, "Oh, Jen," he said, recognizing her. He had a good memory for faces, for people. He had to; it was part of being able to do his job effectively. He hadn't thought about her for years, however, so it took a few moments to bring the face to the surface. He didn't say anything about her manner of dress.
"It's been a few years," he said, "Well, more than a few..."
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Post by Jennifer Ehle Lynn on Aug 21, 2013 15:43:12 GMT
Jen beamed, pleased that he had placed her. She hadn't honestly expected him to remember her. "Good to see you again!" she said pleasantly. She chuckled. "Yes, it's been quite a while but you're looking good."
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Aug 21, 2013 20:24:59 GMT
"I have nothing but time on my hands. Time translates into making myself look fit and good," he told her.
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Post by Jennifer Ehle Lynn on Aug 21, 2013 20:32:11 GMT
Nothing but time on his hands? Somehow she doubted that. Wasn't he in charge of Wayne Industries or something? He was probably just being modest. She imagined running a company would keep him busy enough. "I'm busy enough myself," she said brightly. She laughed. "I bet you'll be stunned to learn I became a scientist," she said gesturing towards her lab coat. "If you ever need a genetics specialist look me up. I still owe you for the notebook." He probably didn't even remember saving it but then again maybe he did. He remembered her after all.
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Post by Floyd Lawton on Aug 22, 2013 5:04:33 GMT
Floyd was watching Wayne out of the corner of his eye. He was talking to some hot blonde.
He's a billionaire, Floyd thought to himself, He must be drowning in pus-.
"Hello there, serving man!"
Floyd frowned to himself. He didn't like having his thoughts cut off like that. He sighed silently and went back to work.
Soon.
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