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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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[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.]

[Out of all the responses Norman was expecting, Anna to give him the option to go was not one of them. He looks down at her with a slightly confused expression, half expecting that to be another joke. But... she isn't doing anything else.

Why is he slightly disappointed? Damn it, this is not the time to be reckless! He should think about her as well. She's young... quite young, by the looks of it. He shouldn't take advantage of that.]

I guess I have.

[Slowly, Norman rises to his feet and redoes the few buttons of his shirt that Anna had opened. Then, after a moment's hesitation, reaches a hand down to help her up (hey, how often does he get a chance to be a gentleman, even if this isn't exactly much of a 'lady'?) There will be no attempted arrests... where would he put her? And now that he has a big clue into her past... well, it doesn't excuse assaults and batteries, but it gives him some insight into who she is, at least.]

You're young, Anna. You shouldn't risk ruining the rest of your life, y'know? Trust me- I know a thing or two about bad decisions. You're worth more than this.

[Anna nearly rolls her eyes as the man rises up to his feet. What a sad, predictable man.]

[But just as she was about to dismiss him completely, Norman extends a hand down to her. The woman blinks in slight surprise; just giving the man a somewhat baffled look as he begins to... lecture her..?]

[All at once, Anna bursts into boisterous laughter; not just at his chivalrous act- but also at the fact that he is apparently treating her like a misguided young woman. -Of course, she has cryosleep to thank for her young appearance, so she wouldn't expect many people to correctly gather that she is in fact a woman in her 40's- but hey; Anna's certainly not going to correct him.]

[Still cackling in amusement, Anna takes his hand; rising up to her feet as well. Once her laughter finally ends, she can only look to Norman with an expression of amusement on her features.] My my...

What an adorable coward you are. It almost makes me want to tear your clothes off and ravish you.

[Norman watches Anna in surprise when she suddenly bursts into laughter, even as she accepts his outstretched hand and rises to her feet. Hm... maybe he shouldn't really be surprised. In fact, he isn't sure what response he expected.]

I don't think any of this makes me a coward.

[One thing Norman prides himself on is his courage. There had been plenty of times where he'd stumbled, sure... but in the end he likes to think he's a fairly brave person. Maybe just not so much when it comes to relationships.]

I'm really just not a-

[And suddenly he cuts off, squinting at Anna and the nearby area. Autumn leaves are falling all around her, and he can feel a light breeze. Aw hell, not this bullshit again! He spins around at the sound of birds chirping, and when he turns back Anna has disappeared. Feeling rather nervous about not knowing whether or not she's really there, Norman considers if he should say anything else. While he's hopeful this hallucination will pass soon, there's always a sense of fear that it won't. A slap in the face would actually be welcome right about now.]

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......

[Just not a what...? Anna waits a moment for the man to complete his sentence, but he never does. The woman blinks as she observes his suddenly lost-and-confused expression; the way he spins around and squints with an unfocused eye, as if looking through her rather than at her.]

[Anna curiously cants her head to the side; observing his rather odd behavior and sudden nervousness. She waves a hand in front of Norman's face and he barely bats an eye; as if he doesn't even see the woman any more.]

[Hmn.]

[Well then.]

[Reaching out with one hand, Anna takes a firm hold of Norman's chin; going to force the man to look in her direction.] Hello?

[A snap of her fingers.] Anybody home...?

[While Norman can't hear Anna's words, he does suddenly feel as if someone's gripping his chin. Seeing no one there as it happens is unnerving to say the least, but he's taking it as confirmation that Anna is still there. In that case he can speak to her, with the major problem that he won't hear her reply.]

[Carefully reaching out a hand, Norman grabs at the air in front of him. Though he sees nothing there, his hand grips some unknown part of Anna's body.]

I'm sorry... I can't see or hear you. Shit- just... stay right there for a bit, okay?

[So much for not being a coward. The idea of being left alone like this, lost and exposed in public, makes him downright fearful.]

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[Frowning. Y'know what doesn't sound like a good time? Standing around not being seen.] How long is "a bit"?

[Of course, seeing as he can't see or hear her, Anna doesn't exactly expect an answer. But the woman sighs as Norman nervously grips her shoulder.]

It's really not my job to babysit someone throughout their sudden mental breakdown, honey. [She grabs Norman's wrist; contemplating shoving him off so that she can walk away... but eh. Why not stick around long enough to learn exactly what's happening here? Admittedly, she does find herself a bit interested to find out.]

[Welp, that settles it then. Rather shove his wrist away, Anna raises Norman's arm a bit and bends at the knee; suddenly grabbing the man and slinging him over her shoulder. Sorry Norman; you'll have to deal with abruptly being carried away by nothing.]

[Sure enough he simply stands there, his grip on Anna's shoulder tightening slightly as he tries to encourage her to stick around. That seems to be working out well enough, when suddenly his wrist it grabbed, and then he feels himself being lifted into the air. That is a disturbing feeling, being carried by nothing, and it's especially surprising since despite her heightened strength, he wouldn't have expected Anna to be able to hold his weight like this.]

Woah! What are you doing?

[He asks, even knowing he won't be able to hear the answer. Yet, despite the uncomfortable situation, he doesn't try struggling free. At least like this he knows he's not alone. Instead, Norman closes his eyes to mitigate some of the strangeness associated with "floating" around, and hopes that everything will be back to normal when he next opens them up.]

There there. You're alright. [Seeing as he can't see or hear properly at the moment, Anna merely gives the man a 'reassuring' pat on the ass in response to his words. She might also give it a bit of a reassuring grope.]

[The woman continues on ahead until she arrives at the door to a common lounge room, which she opens with her free hand. Anna then unceremoniously plops Norman down onto a large couch in the center of the room; leaning over him slightly as she looks to Norman with a critical eye.]

Now... what am I to do with you...?

[Norman doesn't respond to that pat or the grope, mentally rolling his eyes but choosing to say nothing. What's the point if he can't hear the response?]

[He gasps when he suddenly feels himself being dropped onto something... soft. Grabbing at it with one hand, he determines that it feels like a couch cushion. Huh.]

[At that point, Norman decides to chance opening his eyes a little. He sighs in relief when he sees Anna standing over him, only a few colorful leaves still falling around her. That lasted longer than usual, but at least it did eventually fade.]

Oh! I can see you again. [Rubbing at the side of his head, he shifts himself into a sitting position on the couch and takes in his new surroundings. Seems like a nice, ordinary lounge.]

Sorry about that.

[Anna waits for the man to sit up, once he finishes speaking.]

......

[-And then once again slaps him across the face. She blinks afterwards, in faux-surprise;] Oh-!

Did you say that you can see me now? My mistake~... [The woman takes a seat next to him now.] So; wanna tell me about what just happened there?

Hey!

[He rubs at his cheek after receiving another unnecessary slap, not at all pleased to have that added to the dull ache in his head that's lingering even after the hallucination has faded.]

Can you please stop doing that?

[But Anna had taken him somewhere safe without leaving him alone, so he'll forgive it just this one more time.]

I'd rather not, actually. I haven't even really figured it out myself yet.

[That's not entirely true; he knows what's causing the hallucinations. But in order to explain it, he'd have to talk about ARI, and that's something he doesn't want to do.]

["Innocently"] I was only trying to help~...

[The woman cants her head to the side.] Is that right?

[A chortle.] So you're an FBI agent... who also sometimes has completely inexplicable mental breakdowns. I wasn't aware that the good bureau hand-picked their agents straight out of the looney-bin.

[Shrugging.] -But, I'll admit... It does actually make you somewhat interesting, at least.

[Anna's comments actually do hit a nerve, and that result is reflected in his suddenly defensive demeanor. Ever since he realized this was happening even independently of his drugs, Norman had realized if it didn't stop before his next field assignment, there would be some serious trouble. It would be extremely unethical to put everyone else at risk by going out on a mission, unsure when he could lose himself. Hell, he'd even been avoiding driving lately just in case it happened while he was behind the wheel.]

It's a new thing. I'm not planning on going out on any missions while it's happening.

[He doesn't appear particularly happy to know that this makes him interesting. Norman would rather not be remembered for his 'mental breakdowns'.]

That's me all right, Mr. 'Somewhat Interesting.' Personally, I prefer 'Vaguely Mysterious,' or 'Modestly Intriguing.' But to each his own.

"While it's happening". [She repeats.]

So if this "new thing" of yours continues happening... Then what? I'm curious.

Will you actually give up your precious job? Take up accounting, or something equally as thrilling...?

[Thinking of leaving the FBI is very painful indeed, but... yes, he's considered it. If he can't go out on missions, he can't do his job. That makes him pretty damn useless.]

I'll do what's right. If that means resigning... then yeah, I'll give it up.

[He doesn't know what else he'd do, however. Since he was in high school, all he ever wanted to be involved in was law enforcement.

With a heavy sigh, he leans back against the cushions and stares up at the ceiling.]

I've considered programming- doubt anyone would notice if I checked out for a few minutes at a time in that career. But you're not really interested in this, are you? [He isn't sure why he's even telling Anna any of this. True, he hasn't been able to talk to anyone about these issues at all... and is nice to get some of these thoughts off his chest...]

If I wasn't interested, I wouldn't have asked. Call it morbid curiosity.

I simply can't wrap my head around willingly submitting yourself to a dull, everyday lifestyle in the name of "what's right". If you don't even allow yourself to enjoy yourself in your personal life, I shudder to think of just how miserable you'd be without a job. I don't really understand the point of living if you can't actually feel alive...

[A shrug.] But, who knows... Maybe a break from the good bureau is exactly what you need to take some initiative, hm?

-Which brings me to my previous point... [Anna kicks off her heels, then turns in her seat so that she's seated long-ways along the couch; crossing her legs over Norman's lap as she uses him as makeshift furniture.] You've already left your job, Mr. Jayden.

You're not an "agent" here, in this school. There are no corporate suits to dish out any orders, and you don't answer to anyone. A single man with a tie and a gun doesn't have much pull in a lawless building full of fellow crazies and egotists.

So. What shall you do with yourself, hm? Continue to be just as almost-but-not-quite-boring as usual?

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