Time in the Vault (Alisa and Simon)

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

The Vault was not the happiest place on Earth. The inmates hated Alisa LeBeau with a passion. Either they knew her brother, or word got out on what she had done. Either way, that one hour out of her cell was like a nightmare. There was always a fight, and since she had no motivation to fight back, she usually ended up in the prison infirmary.

Currently, she had more than a hundred stitches in her. One fight resulted in her getting her inmate number carved into the left side of her chest (right above her heart), another resulted in a cut that went from the corner of her mouth, nearly to her ear. In some sick way, she felt she deserved it all. With her mind clear, she hated who she was, what she was, and what she had done. Every scar was a sign of penance in her mind.

Today, however, she was called out of her cell... and long before the one hour free-time was to happen. In shackles, she was brought to a medical room, for what she thought was to see how well her current wounds were healing up. She took a seat on the examination table, and just waited with a guard on either side of her.

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[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Why do you stutter so much?" She tilted her head, a bit curious. "Nervous? Frightened of me? Childhood trauma? Brain trauma?"

She again shook her head, sliding herself off of the exam table and standing on the floor with ease. All despite the fact she remained somewhat shackled.

"Well, then. I thank you for taking the time to see me, today." Alisa gave a nod of the head. "Hopefully we can get this straightened out, soon. And that I am alive to see that solution to my... problem. Please, take care of yourself, and Steve... if you see him, that is."

[simon_didnt_say]

Because he really wasn't good with people. Human interaction always set him off, attractive women even more so. Why people couldn't be simpler, like machines...

"I can do that, Miss," he said. "I should be contracting you again soon."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Wonderful." She acted more like some emotion-less robot at times, self hating at others. "Guards, could I please go back to my cell, now? I would like to rest. I have a bad feeling that it is going to be a rough one hour, today, and I would like to be prepared for it."

The guards began to lead her out of the room, the shackles making a rather loud jingling sound as she moved. Simon could hear one of them grumbling that they need to find better restraints, as Alisa appears to have managed to get out of nearly ever pair they put her in (yet not make an escape attempt).

[simon_didnt_say]

Simon would certainly have quite a bit to take back in his report to SHIELD on this one...

He really did hope they could help this girl, though. No one deserved the kind of instability she had suffered through.