[center][h2][color=SlateBlue]Beauty[/color] and the [color=SeaGreen]Beast[/color]: Part Two[/h2][/center]

"Ha!" Ellen blurted with all the sarcasm she could muster. "You think you are just sooo clever trying to [i]analyze[/i] people but you are just trying so hard to fill that trope that you [i]have[/i] to be some psychotic slag." She sounded irritated but the reality was that Ellen Bowers was cold and heartless at this point. She couldn't give two shits about 'Sebastian the Wannabe Lector', or his attempt at trying to size her up. He didn't know shit about her actual situation, she never told him. He was just pulling shit out of his ass and spewing the same old bullshit that the media liked to say. 

"[i]Pfft![/i]" Ellen spat with a grin before Sebastian even had a chance to finish. "Oh please, don't give me that bullshit, Sebastian. You can put on this act all you want, but in the end you're just some shithead who jerks it in his own pool of blood. And nothing will ever cha- [i]Ack! God![/i]" Ellen was suddenly interrupted by Nancy's fevered attempts at sloppily waving a bag in front of Ellen's flawless face. She had even forgot Nancy was still in the room with all of Sebastian's attempts at strutting about.

With nothing held back for her colleague, Ellen rudely shoved Nancy's little forehead away. "No thanks, [i]loser[/i]!" She added with a scowl but that would have been her reaction regardless of the chips being poisoned or not. To Ellen, there was no difference between a oily Cheeto and one laced with Ricin. "Losers! All of you!" She shook her head and threw up her hands, signalling her intent to resign. "I cannot believe I'm stuck here babysitting this lot..." She muttered in resentment as she turned and stormed out into the hallway and around the corner. 


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Meanwhile, Isaac had been taking it all in. He wasn't much for words but he would never tune out of a conversation. It was actually a scary concept to see the constant bickering among the Underground Members. There was no sense of camaraderie, it seemed, and everyone appeared to be tied together by loose string, all pulling and tugging at them to get free. EDGE, himself, was that string and there was a lot riding on him. It was times like these, and many others by unrelated facts, that made Isaac reconsider his position. The Underground promised results and revenge but it all seemed so volatile. The flips side of that was the Reformist but progress over there seemed so painfully slow and Isaac was in disagreement with their methods. But it seemed a heck of a lot safer. 

Sebastian's question snapped Isaac back to the conversation. He honestly wasn't ever phased by Sebastian's taunts and always kept a cool head. He had become accustomed to taunts and insults growing up that they never penetrated the skin. In response to Sebastian's offer, Isaac merely shrugged and grunted, not really sure if Sebastian really intended on sparring. It didn't seem like his thing to do.

The sound of crinkling soon after his grunt, brought Isaac to the smaller figure in front of him. Nancy was insisting on sharing a snack in a rather gleeful manner. Gently, Isaac grabbed Nancy's cold wrist and lowered. "No thank you, Nancy." He said softly, not even realizing that he had just turned down poisoned puffs and rather said no on his instinct that he 'just wasn't hungry.' Nancy's interruption was rather timely in jogging his memory, however. He had to admit to being really curious about the official response of authorities everywhere. "Hey, Nancy. I don't suppose you know what's happening out there right now?" Isaac asked in politely, finally releasing the girl's hands.