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[Helloooo Nurse!]

[Hey- waitaminute... THAT doesn't look like one of the nurses you may remember from your arrival in the nurse's office. Hm.]

[Nonetheless, she soon approaches you as you catch her eye.....]

Oh my; you look awful.

[Anna approaches you in the hallway; wearing a hyper-sexual nurse outfit. One must wonder whether this is the result of Campus-magic shenanigans, or just another highly impractical costume of her own collection.]

[Canting her head to the side; a look of faux-concern on her features.] Have you had a check-up lately?

I absolutely insist that you see me for... a thorough inspection. It's for your own good, really~

((OOC: ANNA HAS OFFICIALLY GOTTEN BORED ENOUGH TO RESORT TO HER USUAL TROLLING WAYS. Note: In case you don't know, this lady is a sadist who gets off on other people's pain/embarrassment- So if you respond here she WILL do her best to make you as uncomfortable as possible- be it through a brief casual prank or something much more sinister. She may get flirty, or put you through some pain, or humiliate you, or all of the above. Therefore, if there's something I just mentioned that you DON'T want your character to go through (i.e- nothing too sexual or no bruising or no humiliation)- please specify. Don't worry about outright gore or anything overly hardcore since she's mainly just in a playfully dominating mood. ~~Unless you desire otherwise~~.))

((Also yes I know I owe some tags which I will get to; I was just really in the mood to make this post. ...Even if I'm double-posting shut up))

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Isn't it~? [Anna continues daintily holding Norman's hand...]

[-And then her grip tightens fiercely; pulling the man in and turning him over so that she can pin his arm behind his back.]

But this... [She brings her other arm around to get him in a proper choke-hold.]

-Is even better~...

Woah-

[Although he wasn't precluding the possibility of "funny business", Norman didn't expect quite this violent an action. Considering her appearance, Anna is much stronger than he'd imagined.]

No, it's not! [Raising one leg, he brings his foot down hard, aiming to stomp on Anna's toes to startle her enough to let go. Talking to her again was definitely a mistake.]

-! [Anna lightly gasps; indeed startled enough by the stomp to let Norman go. In fact, she abruptly shoves him away. -But not because of the pain.]

[Looking down, Anna frowns deeply at her own foot.] You...

Scuffed

My

Pumps. [Shit just got real.]

[Once there's a little distance between them thanks to that shove, Norman hastily draws his pistol. He doesn't aim it at the woman- her actions didn't demonstrate an intention to use deadly force and he doesn't want there to be any accidents- but he wants to have it ready nonetheless.]

You're lucky that's all that got scuffed. What do you think you're doing, attacking me like that?

[Anna scoffs.] It's your own fault, really. You take yourself far too seriously; thus I found it necessary to remind you that really, in the end, you're just another man in a suit without your precious bureau to back you up.

-But, that's only part of it of course.

[The woman slinks forward again.] In all honesty... I just want to make you squirm~...

I don't need any backup, lady.

[Hadn't he made it through a handful of deadly fights alive without anyone's help? Sure, backup can be necessary, but he thinks he can handle this one woman.]

[All of that might've been better illustrative of his confidence if he didn't practically jump backwards when Anna moved towards him again. Still, Norman does his best to keep a cool head and straight face.]

We can't always get what we want, can we?

[Anna chuckles as the man jumps backwards. She loves this part; when she gets to move toward a frightened little man like a beast stalking prey... Men are so cute when they're feeling threatened.]

I can. [Confidently, and without hesitation.]

It may take longer than planned... or it may be rather easy. -Either way, one way or another... I always get what I want.

[A smirk.] And right now, I want you... on your back. Squirming, and trembling.... -Whether it be in fear, pain, shame, or pleasure... well. That all depends on how cooperative you are within the next 10 seconds.

Edited 2013-06-13 16:56 (UTC)

Yeah, I'm sure you'd like to believe that.

[At those words, he decides it's time to raise his pistol and aim it at Anna. Despite her confident words, Norman hopes she'll realize continuing is a bad idea when there's a threat of being shot.]

Listen... I'm done playing games. I don't know what you're really up to, but you're barking up the wrong tree here. I'm not gonna help you achieve some sorta "objective", understand?

[Who knows what devious plans this woman has in mind? She must want information, and he sure as hell won't be giving any up!]

You're reading far too much into this.

[Not even flinching as Norman raises his weapon, Anna smoothly closes the distance between them.] I've got a riddle for you, Norman~...

[Reaching out, she slowly runs the tips of her fingers along the man's gun.] How many balls does it take for a big, tough FBI man to shoot an unarmed woman...?

[Dipping her head down lower, Anna... runs her tongue rather suggestively down the length of Norman's handgun. She even holds it steady as she does this; looking at the man challengingly.] -Whatever the answer may be... I really don't think you have them.

[The look in her eyes is dangerous as she eyes the man before her.]

It's my job to investigate beyond what's on the surface.

[When Anna moves closer, he points the gun at her with more confidence... but falters at the "riddle". She's right, of course. He's been in situations with much more threatening (and armed) people and hasn't shot them, so the chances of him shooting Anna now are zip. He just couldn't justify it on an ethical level.]

Ah... hm. [He stares openly at the woman when she starts running her tongue over his gun, once again unsure of how to react to this very unprecedented situation. He can't hurt her, but also thinks it would be a very poor choice to walk away and open himself up to attack. He shakes his head, trying not to become distracted by the sight.]

If you would just... take a step back. Whatever the problem is here, we could work it out like adults.

The only problem here is that you made the unfortunate mistake of damaging my best set of heels. And oh- don't worry... I fully plan on "working it out" with you.

[Suddenly, Anna clenches onto the hand that grips his gun tightly; her nails digging into Norman's skin before she twists it at the wrist. Her grip is much stronger than it ought to be for a 'normal' person as she tries forcing him to drop the gun.]

It's only fair that I damage something of yours now, right~?

You might wanna consider wearing more comfortable footwear when you attack someone if you're so worried about damage.

[Before he can add anything else to those words of wisdom, sharp pain at his wrist startles him, and the twisting motion forces him to lose his grip on the gun. Norman winces as the weapon clatters to the floor, and immediately attempts to pull himself from Anna's grip while squatting down in hopes of retrieving the fallen pistol. He'd thought escaping Anna's grip would be easy enough, and is further surprised to notice how strong her hold is.]

Scuff my shoes in return if you want- [Just don't find ARI, he prays silently. If he were to lose that... well, he doesn't know what he would do.]

Edited 2013-06-14 20:54 (UTC)

Not good enough! [Before Norman can retrieve his gun, Anna yanks his hand upwards to raise the kneeling man up- and then suddenly pulls him towards her, so that she can promptly ram her knee into the man's gut.]

Come on, Norman- don't they teach you better negotiation skills than that in the Bureau~...?

[In another unexpected twist, Norman finds himself being yanked upward, despite his determined efforts to retrieve his gun. Before he can try to remedy this situation, he lets out a grunt of pain and doubles over when that knee hits its mark. Unfortunately, Norman has never been much of a fighter... he knows basic self-defense, but his expertise does not lie in physical combat. He doesn't want to hurt the woman even now, but it looks like she's far less delicate than appearances would otherwise suggest.]

That's not... my job. [He huffs, trying to recover from that winding. Shortly after, he hooks one of his feet around Anna's left ankle and tugs sharply toward himself, hoping to knock her off balance.]

[Awww, he looks so adorable, all out of breath with the wind knocked out of him~... She was about to tug his head upwards for a better look at the way his face contorts in pain- but unfortunately, Anna was so absorbed in wanting to observe the results of her actions that she didn't see Norman's next move coming.]

-! [~~Surprisingly enough~~ the agent is successful in his attempt, and Anna finds herself being tripped. She falls backwards... but seeing as she was still holding onto the agent- manages to bring him down right along with her. This results in the woman hitting the floor with a small grunt of pain, while Norman's own fall is... well. 'Cushioned' somewhat by her own body.]

....

[A smirk.] Well well. Good job... [Anna hooks her legs around the man's waist.] So what happens now~? ♥

[~~Hey, when you nail the QTE you nail the QTE.~~]

[The momentary feeling of success is overwhelmed by the feeling of a loss of balance. He can't do much to break his fall, but luckily (for him) Anna's body is there to help with that. He does try to move off of her as soon as possible, and is stopped in his efforts by the legs wrapped around his waist. Well, damn.]

Uhh... [This is really awkward. He doesn't want anyone to walk by and see him in this position and thinks he's taking advantage of Anna or anything like that.]

You let me go, we shake hands, and then part ways on neutral terms?

[Awkward? Oh, but Anna feels quite comfortable actually. Norman, on the other hand, should be feeling a very tight pressure as the woman suddenly squeezes him rather tightly between her thighs; keeping him pressed to herself with her ankles hooked behind him. She then pulls his arm forward and raises her legs up to his shoulders, where they begin cutting off the circulation through his neck. She has now captured Norman in a classic Triangle Choke. It'd take a miracle for the average man to get out of Anna's notoriously brutal leg-locks; even if she isn't punishing the other man nearly as much as she could from this position.]

Mmn~... [A pleased sigh.] Or....

We could do something much less boring~ [She squeezes harder; essentially choking Norman with her thighs.]

[Norman certainly tries his best to break free from the leg-lock, though it quickly becomes apparent that Anna has him good and stuck. He doesn't really start to panic, however, until it becomes more and more difficult to breathe. Soon enough his free hand is digging harshly into one of Anna's thighs while he gasps for breath. What a way to go this would be... Christ. If she wants to do something else then fine, as long as it doesn't involve choking him to death!]

Ahahahaha~!

[Anna cackles madly; continuing to squeeze tightly as Norman's fingers dig into her thigh.] Mmn~.... [She continues like this a moment longer; watching the man go red in the face... -before finally loosening her hold. With her legs still hooked around him, she suddenly flips their position; shifting so that she's now straddling his waist.] See?

Wasn't that fun~? [Anna 'soothingly' runs her fingers through Norman's hair.] So; do you have any more suggestions?

[Once he's finally released, Norman takes the chance to catch his breath in several urgent gasps. This woman isn't just sinister... she's out of her mind. Now, he has quite a bit of experience dealing with the criminally insane, and from what he's seen, that description might just fit Anna in some form. Of course, now he doesn't have his weapon on hand, and he's dealing with someone who is much stronger than he'd anticipated. What to do?]

Yeah- [He manages between breaths, looking up at the woman from his new position on his back.] Had the time... of my life.

[As he sees it, he could take this two ways. First, he could try talking his way out of this. Second, he could try fighting. Seeing as fighting hasn't done him much good thus far, talking seems like the better option.]

We could go for a nice, peaceful walk outside? Lots of fresh air. You like flowers and that kind of stuff?

Oh my. Are you asking me out?

[She says this with a chuckle; her hand idly toying with his tie as he catches his breath.] -But no.

I must say that I find "that kind of stuff" quite boring. Is that really the best you can offer me...? [Deft fingers slip between the knot of his tie; gradually undoing it so that she can remove his tie entirely; slipping it free from his neck.]

[He inwardly winces at the question, imagining a date with Anna would be quite the bizarre event. He has little enough experience taking ordinary women out, never mind one who likes to shoot bazookas and trap men in chokeholds with her thighs.] Ah, well. Not exactly.

[At least they're on the same page there. Still, he could handle a walk if it meant less of whatever this is.]

We could... snipe squirrels in the courtyard?

[He watches carefully as Anna removes his tie, choosing not to say anything about it for now. Clearly, she's trying to draw reactions from him. Norman realizes he should be careful how he responds to her actions.]

[Anna snorts; giving a roll of her eyes.] Snipe squirrels..?

What am I, five? [Because that's what normal five year olds do.] And why waste the ammo, anyway?

Come now, Mr. Jayden, surely you can think of something more... intimate~....

[Her hands suddenly go to Norman's shirt; slowly undoing the buttons down his front.]

Huh?

[No, that wasn't the response he was expecting. Who associates shooting with five year olds? ...Then again, Anna is by no means typical.]

Woah, wait- [He brings his hands up and grabs Anna's wrists to stop her from moving onto the next button.]

You don't even know me, and I don't know you. This isn't really a good idea.

[Not to mention she's already almost killed him a few times. No, this doesn't seem like a good idea at all.]

[Anna gives an amused raise of her brow as the man halts the movements of her hands; a soft chuckle escaping her as she allows him to do so- for the moment.]

"Don't know you"...?

[Bluntly;] What is there to know, exactly..? I think I know you well enough already. Do you have some kind of grand history or complex past that could in any way alter my current perception of you in the slightest? -Because I'm guessing not.

I bet you're about as bland as the Wheaties you eat in the morning. And you eat alone, in your great big house that has more space in it than you know what to do with. But it's a nice place, isn't it? Ah yes; your oh-so-impressive job at the FBI pays you well. But after you did the responsible thing of setting up a retirement home for your sweet little mother and making sure that your own future is as financially secure as possible, you got bored. So you started to blow some of your money away on something entirely stupid. Maybe you gamble, or you have some awkward model-train collection- but whatever it is, it's definitely not beneficial. Because what's a lonely man to do without some sort of really dumb hobby to occupy himself with, hm?

-But that's okay; you don't do your job for the money anyway. You do your job to make a difference like the good little boyscout you are. And perhaps to feel some sort of rush of adrenaline- which you're completely lacking in your personal life. Your relationships never last long, because you focus so much on your important job that it makes such luxuries nearly impossible to maintain. But in the end, the fact that you're a workaholic isn't what kills any chance of intimacy you have. And it's not even that you spend so much time over-analyzing things rather than taking the chance to just do them, either.

The reason women don't enjoy you is that you're just so damn boring- with your plain face and your plain haircut and your plain shoes... She'd have to be a saint to stick around.

[Canting her head to the side, she watches him for a reaction; -which was the entire point of her speech, really. Of course, she's just making an attempt to get a rise out of him more than anything; trying to provoke him into some sort of argument for her own amusement.] So.

How'd I do, hm~? [Smirking.] On a scale of 1-10...?

Edited 2013-06-16 21:28 (UTC)

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