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After recieving a reply to her note, Jean quickly headed down the hall to Charle's office. She really hoped that she had heard something and that she wasn't going crazy. Sure, her powers had been a bit off before, but, she'd gotten control of them. Right?

She knocked on the door to his office, even though she was sure he knew she was coming. He knew everything. Which also ment that the thoughts of she and Scott that had been on the forefront of her mind would have to be pushed back further and hidden some place. Otherwise she could get them both in trouble...
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From:xbig_brotherx
Date:June 16th, 2004 10:58 am (UTC)
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"Yes, Jean," he called out, without even glancing up from the Telescreens in front of him. A thousand different images flashed in front of him, of all of the potentional Thoughtcriminals, of all the Thoughtcriminals who would eventually be destroyed, and those Party members in the act of committing a Thoughtcrime. He saw briefly X23 destroy a potentional Thoughtcriminal in the streey, and he allowed himself a rare smile.

He scanned Jean telepathically, quickly. Or maybe probbed was a better word. With his power, he had no qualms about disrupting anyone's privacy, not even one of his prized students.
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From:grey_reflection
Date:June 16th, 2004 11:05 am (UTC)
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Jean opened the door and walked into the office, closing it behind her. She approached Charles's desk slowly. While she had known him most of her life, she still felt in awe of his presences every time she was around him. She was always afraid she would do something to disappoint him, and she would never forgive herself if she did that.

"You wanted to see me?" She said with a soft smile.
From:xbig_brotherx
Date:June 16th, 2004 07:15 pm (UTC)
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He raised an eyebrow. Jean was one of his very best students, yes, but she wasn't the ideal member of the Thoughtpolice. There was too much kindness in her still, too much caring and love. And, maybe even worse, she referred to him as Charles.

"Sit down," he said shortly, pointing at the chair across from him. THen and only then did he raise his head. He squinted, studying her carefully.

"Tell me about these thoughts," he finally said. He wasn't a man to beat around the bush.
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From:grey_reflection
Date:June 16th, 2004 10:23 pm (UTC)
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Jean sat down in the chair her directed her to. She was desperatly trying not to be nervous, but when faced with her mentor it was hard. She wanted so desperatly to please him and though she knew he held her in high esteem, she still didn't want disappoint him. She took a deep breath to collect her thoughts before speaking.

"I don't remember much, but I remember hearing a woman talking. It was something about, getting a group together to stage a protest. They're upset with the way food rations have been handed out and don't feel they are getting their equal share. She had a baby in her arms and..." Jean let her voice trail off as she pictured the scene in her head as she had seen it in what she assumed was her thoughts. She watched the child, looking frail and hungry, and for a moment, Jean wanted to help, but she quickly brushed those thoughts aside.
"That's all I remember." She said.
From:xbig_brotherx
Date:June 17th, 2004 06:58 pm (UTC)
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He didn't even need to search her telepathically; Jean's emotions were not were the mental equaivalent of a scream through a bullhorn. He grimaced slightly to himself, stoping from his near-constat watch of the Telescreens to look Jean in the eye.

"Were they Proles?" he asked shortly. "Because, as you know, proles are no better than cattle. Any sort of resistance planned by them is doomed to fail." A thought briefly flashed across his mind, and he narrowed his eyes at Jean.

"But... do you remember what those people looked like?" He gestured to the helmet-like device in the corner. "If you fail to remember perfectly, we can always use Cerebro."
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From:grey_reflection
Date:June 17th, 2004 07:05 pm (UTC)
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Jean's eyes widden slightly at the thought of using Cerebro. While she knows that Big Brother trusts her, there are still thoughts she's afraid he'll find if he uses it. Mostly that have to do with her and Scott, and she doesn't want to push what they are allowed to have.

She takes a deep breath and focuses on the thought, trying to get a clear image. "Yes. Yes, they were Proles and I can't quite make out what they look like. It's too dark."
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Date:June 17th, 2004 07:11 pm (UTC)
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Big Brother watches Jean's eyes widen, and can't help but smile a bit. He had been worried that she didn't fear him enough lately, thought of him as an old friend, maybe even an equal. He had to make sure he had fear, without it, he had nothing.

"I do suppose we must have to use Cerebro," he sighed deeply, mostly for her benefit. He motioned with his head for Jean to retrieve the machine for him. Big Brother never left his chair, from which he montiored all of the Party.
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From:grey_reflection
Date:June 17th, 2004 07:21 pm (UTC)
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Okay, Jean. Don't panic. She thought to herself. It'll be okay. She got up and walked over to the machine. She took the helmet off of it's resting place and she walked back to Big Brother and placed it on his head. Just breath. She kept telling herself, over and over again, trying to calm her heart rate, which had spead up quite a bit. "Alright."
From:xbig_brotherx
Date:June 18th, 2004 12:27 pm (UTC)
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Big Brother gave Jean a nod of thanks as she placed Cerebro on his head. He closed his eyes, pressing his fingertips very gently against his forehead. He often used Cerebro to pinpoint a particular Thoughtcriminal, and he wasn't very used to dedicating so much energy on one person. But Jean was so important, so powerful, so easily a weakness that he knew what he had to do.

"Just relax, Jean," his voice kindly despite himself "Bring those particular thoughts to the surface."
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From:grey_reflection
Date:June 18th, 2004 12:58 pm (UTC)
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Jean nodded and kneeled down infront of him so that she was eye level with him. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing on the image she had gotten of the group talking. She focused hard on the location and the people, trying to get a clear image of where they were, and who exactly was doing the talking. There was defintily a woman, with a child and a man. They were doing most of the talking, so Jean focused harder on them, trying to bring up a clear image. But as she did, she was drawn to the child and she couldn't quite fight back the feeling she had of wanting to reach out and help. It was faint, but defintily there. And she couldn't hide it from Big Brother...
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