Fate and desperation is what brought them together, but also what ultimately forced them apart.
Perplexed by Golf Ball's enigmatic past, there is a constant sense of impending jeopardy surrounding the both of them, lurking.
And it's only a matter of...
"NOO WAY THAT CAN'T BE!" Tennis Ball skidded across the room almost tripping over his own feet. He enthusiastically observed the plethora of random gadgets before stopping to gaze at some blueprints stapled to a board on the wall.
"YOU'RE ACTUALLY GOING TO BUILD A LHC!?" He yelped, passion in his voice.
Golf Ball, rather taken a back by the sudden fanaticism, stoically made her way to a desk and sat at it, "Ugh, that's besides the point, what we really need to build is a recovery centre."
Tennis Ball looked back at her shuffling some pages around, excitement still bubbling in his mind. "Well yea, but-" The words that wanted to quickly escape got shut in, as he got instantly distracted by a small orange post-it note on the wall. It looked crumpled and was torn at the edge and on closer inspection, there was a strange maroon marking on the bottom right corner, apart from the fancy writing that took up half the note. The marking bared similar resemblance to the Greek letter psi but had 2 vertical lines running down the 2 outer curves.
Strange.. he thought.
"Tennis Ball, come here."
I've definitely seen this somewhere..
"HEY!! QUIT FUCKING AROUND AND GET YOUR ASS HERE ASAP. WE HAVE WORK TO DO! This isn't some friendly get-together, this is an important meeting!" All at once, Tennis Ball was bombarded with sudden hostility from the smaller female. There was livid fury in her raspy voice and it took him a moment to process it and the command, which in turn only fuelled the painful awkwardness.
Golf Ball dragged out another stool from under the short desk using her foot and placidly gestured him to it. Both stools were short, though accommodating her height.
"Here, sit." She abandoned the earlier vicious aura in favour of a more temperate demeanour.
Tennis Ball obeyed her gradually forgetting the outburst.
"Look, I know you love science but I didn't think you loved it so much to the point of you going batshit crazy in MY HOUSE!" She began, eyeing him suspiciously.
"I'm sorry." Tennis Ball whimpered.
"Ok I'll just get straight to the point, I've been searching for someone like you, someone capable. Everywhere, all I see are inefficient idiots who only care about their soppy interpersonal relationships or their precious little feelings, bleh.. heck, not even everyone in the STEM centre is a genius like me. But when you acknowledged me in there I knew I had done it." She explained, her voice shifting back to the usual dry, hard tones.
"Wow umm.." Tennis Ball took interest in the subliminal compliment and smiled. He wasn't used to such supposed genuineness.
"My plan to make myself somewhat appealing to you worked, I came here in high hopes to find someone to help me and I succeeded, that's all that matters for now... Look, this may not seem like a big important deal right now, but get me, this is very and I mean VERY urgent. I need to get this recovery centre up and running fast and you are the only one that can help me."
There was a short moment of silence in the room, despite the sporadic sound of raindrops against the window across the desk. Tennis Ball was still confused: "But I still don't understand, why me? And why do you need it built fast?"
"To answer your first question, I've observed your personality and behaviour leading me to believe you seek systematic analysis, you lead with your head and not your heart, hmm what else... and you push the boundaries of what's possible, I mean.. don't think I haven't seen you try to prove string theory back in the center. But in the end, I guess it's your choice if you wish to stay.. I can even pay you."
"As for the RC.. or the recovery centre.." She paused.
"I've seen many objects.. die.. many that died for entirely unjustified reasons. Some, were just too easy to-"
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Tennis Ball noticed her struggle to remain pragmatic as she stuttered, tapping her foot on the floor a little.
"Why are you looking at me funny??" Golf Ball abruptly hissed, getting up from the stool, shooting a glare at him.
Wow, what mood swings.. he mused.
"Right, enough talking. I'm going to go get some papers, you wait here."
And with that, Golf Ball left the dim room in pursuit of some pre-planned documents to kick start their joint project.
Sitting idly, Tennis Ball contemplated a little. There was undoubtedly something up with the outspoken individual, yet she seemed like someone he would get on with very well, once they discussed more mind stimulating topics together.
Like science.. yeah..
Lots of it.
He was so caught up in this endearing fantasy that it was only when he heard the sudden sound of the documents landing on the desk that he finally snapped out of it. The first thing his eyes landed on however, was the strange looking scar on Golf Ball's side. He had almost entirely forgotten about it, up until it was right in his face.
Then it finally made sense to him.
The scar matched the symbol from the post-it note.
