EOD DORMITORY 105
The room has a bare, white tile floor with grey grout and concrete walls that are painted brown - the only touch of color allowed. There are no windows and the ceilings are low so that the overhead lights, of which there seem to be too many, are made to seem even brighter and more ominous. A large bed sits on a simple metal frame and there is a wooden crib that Korvka gave to Ivan in the corner, but the boy sleeps in his parents bed mostly, or on the smaller bed that is seated exactly five feet away. In a corner there is a large black desk, behind which sits an equally large silver chair with long slats up the back: obviously where Vlad does his work. The drawers are filled with Company-approved information, all except for the bottom left, which, if opened, looked to be filled with toys at Ivan-level, but secretly has a fake-bottom, under which Vlad hides the information he has obtained about MLA, and other personal documents. On top of the desk is a black telephone, a lamp, and a white mug full of pencils. They do not have a closet, but instead have a nook of sorts where there are a few metal bars on which they can hang things.
X-Men EoD Time
Wednesday, August 13th
Elizabeth was well used to getting up early. This was thanks to the ongoing war that was going on, but also due to being woken up by a crying child in the wee hours. Having dressed herself in a basic uniform, she was carefully dressing Ivan for the day. The learning curve of how to care for a child with such long nails was a paranoid and touch path, in constant fear of drawing blood from the poor little boy. However, she was more confident now days, able to manipulate a wiggling toddler into his pants and shirt. Ivan for his part, was not being helpful at all, more interested in trying to figure out how to carry more than two toys in his hands, and failing miserably. As his face began to collapse into a full frown, Elizabeth pressed a kiss against his cheek to distract him, lifting her son up to rest him on her hip. "We'll see you out in the mess hall." She offered to Vlad as she carried Ivan out into
EoD Hall 1st.
He had been up all night again. Laying there, staring at the ceiling with his wife lying next to him, turned away to keep an ear open for anything Ivan might need in the night... He hadn't eaten either, something he was sure that Elizabeth would pick up on and rectify with any number of womanly tactics, but there was much on
Vlad's mind these days and he couldn't afford to alarm the whole family. He sat up as Ivan started to cry and immediately started towards the closet, picking out a pair of green trousers and a white t-shirt that had seen better days. Laying them on the bed, he walked by and gave Elizabeth a brief and scratchy good morning kiss, mumbling "good morning" in an accent that was much improved into the brutally short hair just above her ear. "I will be right out," he promised, ruffling wee Ivan's spiky blonde hair and planting a scruffly smooch on the tyke's fat, grinning cheek. As soon as they were gone, Vlad went over to his desk and picked up the telephone, dialing the number that he read off the card he held in front of him. "Hello? Mr. Donahue, hi, it's Vladimir Shostakovich, Mutant Number Alpha Foxtrot Indiana November Fifty Three Lima Bravo," he waited for the man on the other end to insert his information and wait for clearance, and then sat in his chair and started to listen, one hand holding the phone to his head while the other stretched across the desk to grab a pencil. "You have the..." there was a pause and Vlad's hard-lined face fell into a grave frown. "You're sure?" There was a small spark of hope in his deep baritone, but he sighed deeply as Mr. Donahue delivered his message. "Very well. Have them send it over today. Thank you." He hung up the phone slowly, letting the receiver fall from his fingertips with a
clang as he drummed his fingers against the desk, processing. He looked around his room, noting how much like a cell it looked and hoping, now more than ever, that he would not leave this kind of world for his young son. Standing, he walked in a haze about his morning routine, staring at his reflection with passive interest, as if he were watching himself comb his hair instead of doing it. He leaned forward and thrust his chin towards the mirror: three new greys. He was going to be white by New Years. After brushing his teeth and putting on his uniform pants and jacket, he stuffed his feet into his boots and opened the door to
EoD Hall 1st, shutting the door and the lights off behind him.
It was only when they got inside the room that
Elizabeth allowed Ivan down, letting him race off to find whatever toy he was looking for among his limited collection.
A second later, the built in communicator on Elizabeth's X-men badge went off and Vlad's voice could be heard coming through, albeit a bit choppy; "Team, meet me in the war room in an hour. Be suited up and ready to go."
Putting together a little bag of stuff to keep Ivan occupied,
Elizabeth stopped mid action to listen to the message, before letting out a sigh and continuing to pack. Of course it was expected, that they would have to go out for missions, but it didn't mean she liked it. Every time she or Vlad left for a mission she was scared they weren't going to come back. The idea of never seeing her son or husband again was a thought Elizabeth tried her best to ignore, but that was near impossible and they easily wormed their way back into her mind. She had no idea how she would cope if she lost them, other than a burning need to take revenge out on whoever took them from her. Pushing those thoughts to the side, Elizabeth stopped her organization of Ivan's things, instead walking over to her little boy and picking him up in her arms. They had an hour, may as well make the most of it, "Come on, lets go outside for a bit." Picking up his ball and heading out of the room to
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Returning shortly afterwards,
Elizabeth released Ivan to finish packing his bag, threading his arms through the shoulder straps and placing it on his back. She quickly then finished dressing, adding the required additions needed for her uniform to go out in the field. The loss of her father's knife during the attack on the then intact mansion had affected her greatly, saddened at losing the last item she had of her family. However, she had become well practiced in the replacement she was given, letting it live in the same spot her old one did, against her thigh. Taking Ivan by the hand again, they both left once again into
EoD Hall 1st.
Her return back to the room wasn't that long since her previous stop with Ivan, and
Elizabeth quickly stripped off her uniform before hunting through to find something to try and cover her form. Her nails were going to be impossible to cover up, short of cutting them off, but finding one of her few pairs of intact gloves, she pulled them on carefully before stabbing her nails through the fabric to make holes. Pulling on a pair of jeans that had seen better days, Elizabeth turned to rummage through Vlad's clothing. His clothing was more than big enough to cover her form, and she slipped over one of his hoodies. The hood of it would easily cover her face while the rest blocked out her form, and hunching herself over would also help to conceal her height, as last thing she wanted was the MLA to consider her a threat of any type. It wasn't going to be a comfortable mission, but it damn if it wasn't one she was going to get done. Hiding her knife within the hoodie, and grabbing up a scrap of cloth to act as a form of bandanna if she needed it, Elizabeth stepped back out into the hallway to meet up with her team.
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