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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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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.]

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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)

[Norman lies there silently as he listens to Anna's analysis, brow furrowed thoughtfully. From a purely academic standpoint, he does find it interesting to hear someone else analyze him for a change. She certainly has hit the mark on some points, but others aren't quite right. When she's finished, he stays quiet for a few more seconds before replying.]

Let's see. I do live alone, but I have an apartment and not a house; no need for so much space and apartments are pricey enough in D.C. as it is. My parents are both still alive and married, and they still live together in our old house in Boston. I'll... give you the thing about the "hobby", but I've been working on that.

[He hasn't taken Tripto in awhile, and ARI... well, ARI doesn't cost anything. It's just another problem he hasn't addressed yet.]

You're right about why I do my job, but it's not just how much I work that's the problem but also that it demands a lot of travel. I... haven't really tried all that many relationships, so even I don't know what would make them fail other than my work. Am I really that plain?

[That's the only comment she made that he finds somewhat insulting. Norman isn't particularly vain, but he tries to keep up his appearance and wear nice clothes. Surely he hasn't failed so badly in that regard? ...Hopefully not.]

I'd do you next, but I like to have a bit more information before I dive into that sort of thing. For now I'd say you didn't have a lot of love in your childhood... either abusive parents or an orphan. You dress flashy and show off your good looks for the attention you never received growing up. You learned how to use weapons and fight to gain some sorta power in your life, which makes me lean more towards an abusive upbringing.

But like I said, I barely know enough to make more than vague guesses.

[Anna wore a satisfied smirk on her features as the man confirmed a decent amount of her educated guesses... but that smirk soon faded as he began to analyze her in turn.]

[She furrows her brow slightly before visibly cringing; an uncharacteristically serious expression adorning her features as she looks down at the man below her. Of course, she doesn't confirm or deny any of it- but the visible reaction to his words about her upbringing should be enough for the man to gather that he is at least partially correct.]

[And, if that wasn't evidence enough-]

*Whap*-!

[Anna's hand suddenly cracks hard against Norman's face as she slaps him without warning. But just as quickly as she attacked the man, her demeanor changes immediately after landing the hit. Grabbing Norman by the wrists, she leans down to get a bit closer; a pleasant smile once again tugging at her lips.]

So you like the way I look, hm~? [Of course, if she were to respond to anything, it would be his comment about her "good looks".]

[Seeing that cringe, he feels somewhat badly for saying what he did so callously... if she really did have an abusive upbringing, surely she wouldn't want someone to speak up about it, and especially not like that.]

[He feels badly about it up until she slaps him across the face hard enough for his teeth to scrape against his cheek and a sizable red mark to be left behind. Running his tongue over that little cut, he scowls up at Anna. Distracted by the faint taste of blood, he doesn't think to pull his hands out of her grip.]

Sure, who wouldn't? But don't look too far into that.

Oh; but I don't need to look very far, do I~?

Just look at how well we're getting along. We both have a sort of... attraction for one another, correct? We've even gotten to know each other a little better- and you've spent a good minute with your head between my thighs.

[Grinning] I'd say that's quite enough foreplay, wouldn't you?

[She leans in; whispering against the man's ear.] So what do you say to cutting loose and having a little more fun together, hm~? [The woman lightly nips at his ear lobe.]

[He actually gives a soft snort of laughter at her comment about his head between her thighs. This version of flirting is definitely... different.]

You just went on a rant about how boring and plain I am.

[He tenses a little when she leans in closer, but relaxes somewhat when it's only to whisper in his ear. And... nip at it. Again, he feels at a loss how to react.]

Why do you want to sleep with me anyway?

[Purely based on looks he's tempted, yeah. What guy wouldn't be? He just doesn't want to be stupid and get himself into trouble that he can't get out of.]

And do you concede to my assessment of how boring and plain you are, Mr. Jayden?

Here's something for you to analyze. [Her lips form a bit of a smirk, as she continues to whisper hotly into the man's ear. Anna's following words are actually rather blunt and to the point.] The truth is that I have a bit of a 'thing' for proper, upstanding citizens like yourself, actually. The good-natured boyscouts, the classy businessmen, the self-righteous upholders of justice... They all intrigue me. I can't help but want to mess with men like that... bring out all of their primal urges... screw them like an animal. Sleeping with me exposes their lust, you see.

That's all there is to it. Now you know of my "sinister plan", Mr. Jayden. And so, the big question... Does knowing turn you off...? Are your rigid morals and sense of integrity offended by my intentions...?

Or... Are you indeed a little less "boring" than that? [Anna moves a bit lower to begin lightly kissing the skin of Norman's neck; her hips shifting a bit in his lap.]

I don't think so, no.

[Hmm. Now that is something to analyze. He'll store that information away for now, rather more interested in dealing with the more immediate implications. While Anna talks Norman watches her thoughtfully, trying not to let his baser desires get in the way of his logic.]

I'm willing to break the rules a bit sometimes, y'know? I've done plenty of things that would surprise you.

[Wait, why is he trying to defend himself to Anna? Maybe for the same reason he isn't doing anything to stop her from pressing her soft lips to his neck. Exhaling a shaky breath, he glances nervously down the hallway to make sure no one is approaching.]

Do you think we could, er, take this conversation somewhere less public?

[A chortle.] Surprise me? Somehow I doubt it. [Teasingly-] You're aware that cheating on your taxes hardly counts as scandalous behavior, right..?

[Anna continues helping herself to the exposed skin of Norman's throat; lavishing a good amount of attention to the flesh there. At least, until she gives another light chuckle against him; murmuring against the man's skin.] Mmn.... I'm rather comfortable where I am, actually.

It's a rather large school... The chances of anyone stumbling across this particular hallway are rather slim.

-Ah; but you're right... continuing like this would still be a bit of a risk. And we simply can't have those, now can we? You'd have to be quite the bold individual to take the chance of being caught fooling around in public. And that's against the precious "rules" of common decency, isn't it?

Chance can be so scary. [Anna speaks condescendingly; giving a short laugh before she pulls back just enough to look at the man now; a challenging glint in her eye.] Face it.

You don't have a "surprising" bone in your body, do you?

I don't cheat on my taxes. [No, that would just be silly for an FBI agent to do. It's never even occurred to him (though his addiction was far worse than any tax cheating he could have done).]

[He really probably should do something about Anna's mouth. If he lets her continue, it's only going to be more difficult to push her away. After years without this sort of intimacy, even a hint of it has a powerful effect on him.]

[Norman's more reckless side is irritated by that accusation. It's not enough to tempt him to try something in public, however. There are certain boundaries he dares not cross, especially since it's been so long and he believes there's a high risk of him embarrassing himself.]

I just don't like putting myself on display like that. Wouldn't want to upset anyone with my 'plain' looks, would I?

[With Anna pulling back a little, he takes the opportunity to push suddenly to the side, attempting to flip their positions and take her place on top. He'll chance that, at least.]

[Well then.]

[Anna was just about to make a sly remark in response to his words when suddenly Norman heaves up and pushes Anna to the side. Of course, though she didn't anticipate the action, Anna could have fought against it... But, she chose not to.]

[Suddenly flipped over onto her back, Anna blinks. The woman then looks to Norman with a questioning brow; curious herself as to where the man will choose to go from here. Nonchalantly, she comments;] Oh.

Would you look at that. You've escaped my clutches.

I suppose this means you're free to go now. [And from the look of how uncharacteristically passive she's deciding to be in this moment, Anna really is allowing the man to make up his own mind in regards to what happens from here. Honestly, she half-expects him to either flee or actually try and arrest her now- which would in fact be much more hilarious. Whatever the case, color her interested enough to actually let it happen for the moment.]

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