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« on: March 28, 2009, 08:19:32 PM »

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The journey southwards was quiet, and the two passengers of the private train cabin - Mikhail Kirechenko and Juron Bratthen - kept to themselves, rarely evening lifting eyes to glance at the other's.  The Russian had a good view of her image in the glass window, however, a faint, mirrored image of youth, a pretty face that kept an aura of mystery that cried for him to ask.  Or maybe he was looking too far in to her tired expression, and it was nothing but an uneventful backstory hidden behind those eyes.

They had exchanged greetings at a small caf
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« Reply #1 on: April 20, 2009, 04:19:16 PM »
Sitting across from her new... employer, Juron looked out the window, watching the land change outside as the train headed south, to a new life, a new home. A new everything. She didn't know what to expect really, besides what he had told her. But even then, Juron knew what he told her to be expected, wouldn't compare to what she felt it would be like. She was glad, that they sat there in silence, not trying to start a conversation. It was something she was good at... small talk, any sort of talk but the girl preferred to keep to herself. Of course, keeping to herself probably wouldn't have gotten her sitting in the private cabin on this train with Mikhail Kirechenko. She would probably still be waiting tables at that coffee shop, dealing with screaming children parents brought along, thinking it would be a nice outing or those who couldn't keep their cups upright, spilling coffee all over the place. Sometimes even fights would break out, and she'd be one of the people expected to get in there and break them up.
But all that had ended up changing when he came through their doors. The other girls she worked with, all gushed over the Russian mans looks, fighting over who would go, all were too shy to even take the first steps forward like he would bite them or something. Juron knew that if the manager saw, he'd probably get mad, cause a scene and each of the girls would be embarrassed. So, she took the first steps forward, walked up to his table, and from there... well, they exchanged light conversation like she always did with her customers and she got him his coffee. The other girls, glared at her after that... the rest of the time he was in their shop. Even as she continued to go about with the rest of those who came and went she could feel them watching her.
When the man, Mikhail as she knew him as now, was leaving he had came to her at the cashier and asked her to come along with him. He told of the dangers he faced, the type of situations to expect almost as if to... to have her back out like he regretted asking her, or to see if she was really prepared for what sort of work he got into. But Juron... she couldn't say no. Taking off her apron, the two had walked out together which led to her now, sitting with him on their way to central Europe. A place of mystery to her, somewhere knew.
Seeing him close his eyes through the reflection of the window Juron turned her head and looked at the man, a small smile touching her lips. Huh... he was pretty cute... guess the other girls were right.

Upon arriving at their destination in Germany, Juron's eyes kept wandering about, she couldn't help but take in the sights around her. It was new, it didn't look all too different, but it was a new place, with new people and a language she could hardly speak.
Entering her new living situation, Juron suddenly began to feel a little shy. It was now beginning to sink in, the very fact she would be living with a man, whom she'd only recently met. Working for him, and living with him. Sure, many other women did it but it wasn't something she had ever thought she'd find herself doing and yet here she was, Juron Bratthen once coffee shop waitress, now living in secretary for Mikhail Kirechenko. A man, she still didn't know much about. What an adventure it would all be.
She kept her jacket in her arms as she walked deeper into the place they both were now to call home. It was a little cold, almost made her want to put her coat back on but felt it would look silly if she did. The place had a nice feel to it, comfortable and welcoming. "It's a nice place..." turning, she smiled at him a bit. "I want to thank you again.. for giving me this ah... opportunity. I really appreciate it..." Letting out a rather weak, small laugh she lowered her head a bit, her hair slipping past from behind her ears to cover her face.
"This... will possibly come off sounding like the most silliest thing I've yet to say but.. I like to cook... and even though you may have found me waiting tables in a small coffee shop and not in a nice high top restaurant... it's something I'm good at..." pausing, she didn't raise her head to look at Mikhail not knowing if she'd see amusement, or... a questioning look in his eyes. "Gosh, I started to ramble, I'm sorry.. anyways, what I'm mainly saying is... because of that... uhm... I'd also like to... ah... cook for you? Your... meals. That sort of thing... but.. if you let me... give me that sort of... rein... long as I'm... here... you would be banned from making any sort of attempt to create a meal. Even a small sandwich... I'm just... weird like that."
Biting her lip, Juron finally raised her head, her cheeks slightly coloured now as she looked at him.

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« Reply #2 on: April 20, 2009, 05:14:33 PM »
Mikhail was about to ask her if she wished to voice any questions, or queries about the current set up when she began to spill out the nonsense about the cookery, and how she wanted to make his meals for him.  It took him by surprise, naturally, having never really been one to live on big dinners, he was still used to the habit of throwing something in to the microwave or oven, and waiting for it to be ready to eat.
Allowing her to make them for him, but take away his otherwise access to the kitchen?  "What, do you want me to keep the kitchen locked and give you the only key?"  He wasn't sure whether to laugh, grin or give her a frown, tell her she needed help and suggest she be locked away.  Juron's face showed she was embarassed by the silliness of the words, but had properly warned him before she said it all that it might sound just like that.  "I guess... if you really wanted to, you can."  The Russian's shoulders shrugged, taking the coat from her arms and placing it on to the coat hanger that they had passed in the hallway.

"Well, I guess now that you know where everything is, and what you want to do, you should probably get started, huh?  Just take a seat, fiddle your thumbs for the next few hours and you tomorrow you can go in to town and get yourself some nice clothes.  Smart threads, presentable for our customers, don't you agree?"  He asked, scratching the side of his head and pondering on whether he should get his hair cut.  It had been growing out of hand for far too long, and the thought of going short did cross his mind.  Although the women seemed to comment more positively on his longer hair, so maybe he would delay the decision for a brief time.  He nearly even asked Juron for her opinion on it when the front door knocked twice, a heavy hand battering against the wood.

"If you press this button here,"  Mikhail leaned over on the computer and pushed a button beside the power switch on the monitor.  The image blended in to a CCTV feed from the front door, the colours stained blue and showing a man standing with his head turning left and right in a continuous manner.  "Obviously, if they look like they're gonna 'cause trouble, or it's the Police, don't let them in."  Feeling underneath the desk, he pushed upwards and the door clicked open.  "Door release."
The man entered, hands in pockets, vaguely concealing his identity with a trilby hat sloping downwards, casting darkness over his eyes and nose.  "I need some help.  I need your magic again."

Mikhail and the man talked in his office, although Juron was invited to sit down and listen in as well.  "...there's someone in my daughter's school... young guy, been there for about two years... I've heard stories about him.  He's been..."  The words coughed out painfully, the man distressed.  "...going around the girls, touching them, violating their bodies.  My daughter... one of her friends told her he had... had sex with her..."  Another pause.  "...I don't want him to even think about going for my little girl..."

Mikhail nodded, thinking, processing thoughts and evaluating solutions.  Looking over to his recently acquired secretary, he translated it from German to her native Norwegian, adding in "...what do you think?"

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« Reply #3 on: April 20, 2009, 06:16:58 PM »
Juron sat silently, patiently while the man spoke to Mikhail in German. She couldn't understand anything that he was saying, but the very fact he looked so upset, the way his voice sounded and his body language told her something was definitely bothering him. She already felt sorry for the man, and wanted to be able to help him. She wanted to see what Mikhail's work actually was... and how he went about it.
When the man finished speaking, and Mikhail explained to her what had been said, what was wrong she crossed her leg one over the other thought for a second and then stood up, walked behind the man around the room before turning on her heel and looking at both waiting men. "What do you think Mikhail? Young Amelia Autumn, immigrant from Denmark. Just moved here with her..." raising a brow, she tipped her head towards Mikhail, "older brother Max Autumn, who is currently looking for employment." Pulling her hair back and holding it in place with her hand to give it the 'pony tail look' she grinned. "Amelia needs to go to school. She doesn't know the language and where better to learn it than starting school quick as she can? She's only sixteen. Has plenty of room to learn, and would be open to whatever... extra help she could get."
Nodding her head towards the man who sat across from Mikhail, she crossed her arms under her breasts and leaned back against the wall. "We need to get in, find out who it is. A man like that shouldn't be allowed to wonder so openly. And... I don't believe these girls will go to another teacher about it. They'll be too afraid. He could be making threats. And, if I know little girls, they'd be too afraid to speak up for their friends sake incase someone something bad still happened."

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« Reply #4 on: April 21, 2009, 04:57:58 PM »
He wanted to tell her that she was stupid, that doing something like that was rediculous and crazy.  Max Autumn?  Amelia Autumn?  What, were they comic book superheroes or something?  MAX AUTUMN?!
The actual names were covering the in depth solution she had raised, one which when he finally bypassed what she had proposed he be called, actually sounded sensible and able to pull off.  He never knew if she actually could speak Danish, but could Germans really distinguish it from the Norwegian language?  Probably not.

"We can maybe pull that off," Mikhail said, looking over at his customer who had no idea what either of them were saying to each other.  He kept quiet, allowing the Norwegian words to continue firing at one another.  "But let me get this straight, you're actually... wanting to pretend to be a little kid... go about hunting for this teacher... and let him whisper sweet suggestions in your ear?  What are you gonna do after you two are alone?  Come and get your brother?"  He asked, wondering if it would actually work, and wasn't just a crazy plan in theory.
"Or do you want to kill him yourself?"  It would be messy, in the middle of a school building there would be no chance in killing him.  They'd need him away from the school, in a house or a car in a secluded area.  She'd be required to blend in, have no one recognise her face so they could point the finger at her if the news of his death spread around.  The last thing they needed was her face over the local news.

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« Reply #5 on: April 22, 2009, 02:50:18 AM »
Juron could tell by the look on his face as she finished speaking, he didn't like the sound of the names. She didn't know how, but she knew exactly that's what was wrong with everything she had said. Just, the names she had picked out of thin air and threw into what she had said to make it all come to life in her head. They didn't -have- to use those names like, it wasn't written in stone. And neither, was the idea she came up with, granted she knew he'd like it even before he had said anything.
Walking back over to the seat she had previously occupied, she sat down and crossed her legs, giving a faint smile. "Wanting?... No, willing, yes. I don't really much like the idea of having some disgusting, perverted old man's hands on me, thinking I'm a sixteen year old, and whispering things to me that are much inappropriate for a man of his status and age, to say to a little girl, but it will get the job done and help make the school safe again. So, I'm willing to do it."
She stood again, and walked the length of the room, the conversation topic clearly making her feel uneasy. The very thought, the very idea of a man treating these girls in such a manner was upsetting, especially if what this man's daughter said to be true, that he had actually slept with one of the girls. Taken away her innocence. It wasn't right, and it had to be stopped. But, would she... be able to kill him, on her own? Of course, Juron knew it would have to come down to that, that he would have to be snubbed out from life for good, because just getting rid of him from the school, wouldn't stop him from what it was he did. He would just move on, to a different city, a different country and continue on until someone did kill him. It was better to do it now, than to let it continue on. But could she, Juron Bratthen, the one who couldn't even step on an ant... kill a human being? Even one who so rightfully deserved it?
"Of course, I wouldn't be able to come and get my brother. What excuse would I have to leave? 'Oh, hold on, I just need to make sure nobodies watching'? And come back, with my big brother? No... I would have to get him to take me somewhere... a park maybe in the middle of the night, or even somewhere isolated... in his car... a car. Maybe, have you tailing along at a safe distance..."
Pushing her hair back from her face, and letting her fingers move through the long brown strands before they fell away she thought for a long moment. "If not, I could probably kill him myself... yes. And, I'd be careful about it too." Scrunching up her face a bit, she wrinkled her nose. "I wouldn't let anyone see me leave with him, or spend... time around the man alone. That way it didn't lead to any questions, or suspicions...."

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« Reply #6 on: April 22, 2009, 06:16:53 PM »
It could all go pearshaped with a blink of an eye, it only took one young girl to spot her walking off with the teacher for the whole plan to go bust.  The timing had to be right, she had to seem interested but yet no too keen to raise suspicion from the teacher that he was being set up.  It could end up taking too long just for her to discover his identity.  It wasn't like Juron could go around every teacher asking if he wanted to have sex with her.
Turning to the man still sitting not saying a word in front of him, Mikhail began to explain what they were going to do, the man just hoped that it worked.

A few days later
So far, the steps they took were successful.  Juron enlisted with little problem, having went under the disguise of a Danish student in need of a new school to attend.  On her first day, Mikhail had given her the minor job of sabotaging some of the electrics in the school, which resulted in the former engineer being called in to carry out the work.  How she had managed it, he never got round to asking.  But as he stood playing with a lightbulb in the corridor of the school in his navy jumpsuit - arms rolled up, tool belt around his waist - Mikhail couldn't help feel a strange sort of.. excitement with it all.  Infiltrating a school, posing as a electrician while Juron walked up and down the corridor attracting the attention of school boys believing her to look mature for her age, yet well 'within their league'.
He knew she wouldn't let any young lad get the wrong idea.  Hell, he just wanted one of them to go up and try his luck.  Mikhail would enjoy watching the result.

As Juron began to walk passed him - not looking at him as if he weren't even there, Mikhail frowned and pulled her over, leaning against the wall to look at her.  There was an obvious height difference by a good number of inches, yet she fitted in to the school girl role perfectly, right down to the mannerisms displayed for the act.  The way she held her books, or acted shy around the other students... or maybe the shyness was how she actually was.
"You've been here a few days now, what you heard?"  His face was near-black with dirt from crawling around in the generator room.  "Anything you actually understood?  Your German ain't that good, you'd be lucky to know what the teachers are telling you.  He's probably came on to you already and you didn't have a clue what he was saying."  He pointed a screwdriver at her and looked at the students who were trying to listen in to what was happening, although the Norwegian was a stumbling block.

 

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