Looking Through Lies (Open)

[Donovan Hays]

The CIA agent strode through the halls lined with art. The frames all different shapes and sizes, each picture telling a story he didn't wish to hear. Tales were for children who could not face the truth of the world beyond their window pane.

Donovan was not a child. He was a respected, wealthy man, who enjoyed playing darker games. He had in fact just tipped off a rebel once again, shoving false information in his face like it were chocolate. And like the fool he was, he took it with greed and fled into the setting sun.

People passed him as he pretended to observe a portrait depicting something he wasn't seeing. He watched them from the corners of his eyes. They were all so mundane, unexpecting and yet tense. Those who held a glimmer of fear in their eyes were normals; hollow eyes meant Dolled; alert equalled rebel. Of course, Donovan was wrong some times, because alert also meant government. To confuse the two could cause his game to crumble in his hands.

That wasn't about to happen.

[AmberLee]

Amberlee walked down the halls, finally getting away from some of the press. There was a new Gallery opening tomorrow night, and for one night before it opened, she was not wanting to see anyone with a camera or a microphone. Especially after the day she had a few days ago. Being in that room with that stupid, ignorant, pompus girl made her want to show the girl exactly who she was and use her power to erase her from the planet. Not afraid? Psh, Yea, that would only last so long. First night someone attacks her home, she'll blow it off, but the next when she's kidnapped while her parents are in a conferance, she'll realize what real fear was.

Anger boiled underneath her skin, festering into her pores. Usually she kept her 'celebrity' cool, keeping up the front that she was just another teenage celebrity. But now, she felt like blowing her cool completely and just raging on people. Pulling a full diva and taking out her revenge on the girl. Her father wouldn't mind it, he enjoyed keeping people in line.

No, she couldn't do that. She needed proof the girl was against the company. Amberlee needed someone to help her out and expose the girl to her father with just enough proof to have him doll brain her!

Only, just as her mind was beginning to reel deeper and deeper into her plot, her feet led her straight into someone. An adult, someone much taller than her and broader, a man.


"Oh, damn... I'm sorry" She stumbled lightly, trying to steady herself. Only, as she looked to the man, not sure if she even made him flinch or sway in the slightest, she saw someone she knew. Vaguely, but she knew the man.

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[Donovan Hays]

Donovan was only slightly startled by the sudden contact. Not that he'd been bumped aside or anything, only he hadn't expected it. It had seemed a young child - a girl - had run into him. He turned around to tell her to scamper back over to her mommy, when he realized what a horrible mistake that could prove to be.

Bowing, with a respectful tip of his hat, Donovan said, "Not a problem at all, Miss Heart. A man like myself is often blocking the path of others, therefore, I offer my apologizes." he said, returning to his normal height and offered a smile.

"Are you enjoying the art-? Before you answer, I must again apologize for my rudeness. Allow me to introduce myself as Donovan Hays, CIA agent. I'm sure you've seen me before, but I wouldn't expect you to remember my name. There are far more important people you deal with, am I right in saying so?"

Donovan clasped his hands behind his back, and waited for her answer, though his eyes flickered around. If she was here, perhaps her father was nearby. He could make things far more difficult, or easy, depending on how the CEO viewed the scene. The very last thing Donovan wanted was to end up like the suckers he fed lies to.

[AmberLee]

Amberlee eyed the man, because she knew who he was but his name escaped her. She should know his name, that much was clear to her but the name escaped her. Damn, she bit her tongue to keep from asking, maybe chatting with him would bring up the name so she wouldn't look a fool. Father always demanded that his employees be known to her so that she may aid in work if need be. He tried to keep her oblivious but Amberlee had her spies and tabs in the work of her father, which he knew all too well. When he bowed, she straighted up and placed her hands delicately on her hips.

Atleast the man knew his place.
"It is fine. You weren't blocking my path, I didn't have any path... I was just wondering around the Gala." She answered, tucking some stray orange red hair behind her ear while looking to the man.

Enjoying the art? Yes the art was nice but everyone chatting about the art, and what it represented and bringing politics into it was unessecary. Couldn't the art just be art? However, her thoughts were broken when he spoke his name and she smiled. There, that took all the trouble of trying to figure it out.

"No, Mr. Hays, I remember you." She graciously lied through her teeth. "It's rude not to remember all of my father's friends and employees. I do admit I had a minor laps of remembering what exactly you did for my father, but now that you've said it... it's obvious, the way you stand and present yourself. Definitely CIA." She smiled at him before looking to the art on the walls.

"To answer your first question... Yes, I'm enjoying the art, just not the men and women who gab on for days and days about it. I'd like to look at it and enjoy it without getting a history lesson." She joked.

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[Donovan Hays]

Donovan could only just avoid rolling his eyes. The girl was but a child, and she proved this when she lied through her teeth. It wouldn't be considered rude - in Donovan's eyes - if she didn't remember him. Like he'd said, there were far more important people out there than him.

Thankfully. It allowed for the focus to be on them and not him, thus allowing him to continue with his games. However, pointing all of this out would be a disaster, so he wasn't about to.

Nodding with a smile, Donovan answered, "Yes, history never was a favourite of mine as a child. Namely that of art - who cares how they came to paint the picture, they did - move on. I did, however, enjoy learning of how dictators managed their people. Interesting no, how a single person can have such control..."

His voice trailed, believing to have perhaps gone too in depth. He instead took mental notes of her, the way she looked, her expression, her eyes - and dared to ask, "Is there maybe a different reason, other than art, that you came here today?"

[AmberLee]

Amberlee didn't want the man to feel like the focus was on him. If Amberlee put too much interest in anyone, they tended to get suspicious. As they very well should be, being in the eyes of Amberlee was unsafe. One wrong move and suddenly people disappeared. It's why she never got asked to dances or out to pizzia by anyone. Not that she really wanted too, right now all she wanted to focus on was business and the company.

Amberlee listened to him before smiling and crossing her arms. Looking to the pictures, she cocked a brow and nodded.
"Of course, everyone does. To be in power of everyone in your country, it's a good thought. To be in complete control." She smirked, "It's a great idea...." She whispered under her breath before looking to the man.

He looked deep in thought to her, she looked over her shoulder before looking forward. She was studying the art infront of her when he broke her concentration. Furrowing her brow, she eyed him then looked back to the art.
"Father says keeping an interest in all things keeps the public eyes off... problem matters in the company." She smiled at him. "It keeps the public from worrying about the new campaign." She winked at him before moving to a new piece of art.

It was a red painting with swirls and background pictures, people and such forms in the background while the front was all colors of red.
"Now, Mr. hays... What do you think this one represent?" She joked.

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