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thecapitol2014-08-12 07:42 am
keeplivingkeepfighting) wrote in thecapitol2014-08-12 07:42 am
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You can't have good reconnaissance on and empty stomach
WHO:Meg and OPEN
WHAT: Meg arrives, yells loudly and then eats the world
WHEN: Before the after the jailbreak, before the arena
WHERE: District 7 commons, then the Tribute Center ground floor
WARNINGS: Meg is a warning. Meg and her lack of care for her timing
District 7
When she first woke up, she thought she'd been captured by someone, but as people came in and threw some clothes on her, shoved things into her hands and explained what was going on, she quickly found out she had been captured, just not in the way she first thought.
They took her guns, she had no idea if Django2.0 was around anywhere and worst of all, they took her jacket--Jo's jacket. She was feeling pretty vulnerable right now. Which just made her angry. She was a hero dammit, she had smugglers to thwart and murders to stop and a city to put back together, she didn't have time for some dumb killing game these guys thought sounded fun. And that was another thing! How fucked up was this place to have something like that? It felt like the way Tokyo and New York were now, only cleaner.
"This is bullshit!"
Whoever might have been around the commons of district 7 might have been startled by the sudden loud yell that came from the woman who'd previously been pacing quietly. Especially since, as soon as she'd yelled it, she was back to steaming quietly as she stood with her arms tightly cross.
Ground floor, against a wall in the middle of the area
She hadn't really calmed in the last few hours of being in this stupid place, but she had relocated and begun treating it more like a stakeout job. Sort of. She wasn't exactly hiding, sitting in plain view of everyone who came in and out of the tribute tower, nor was she acting very conspicuous.
She'd set up a blanket on the floor and grabbed a pillow off the couches to lean against while she glared at every single person who walked by. She was simply watching to learn who was who and what was what! She was just doing it with a very heated and aggressive glare.
The last thing of note on her little set-up, was the constant travel of at least two avoxes between her little blanket-base and the kitchens. Every time they approached the blanket, they delivered a new plate of food (predominantly sweets, but there were other things as well) and every time they left the blanket-base, it was with an empty plate in hand. As Meg was watching every person she set eyes on, she was busying her hands with shoving extraordinary amounts of food into her face, an impressive sight if only for how she never seemed to get full.
WHAT: Meg arrives, yells loudly and then eats the world
WHEN: Before the after the jailbreak, before the arena
WHERE: District 7 commons, then the Tribute Center ground floor
WARNINGS: Meg is a warning. Meg and her lack of care for her timing
District 7
When she first woke up, she thought she'd been captured by someone, but as people came in and threw some clothes on her, shoved things into her hands and explained what was going on, she quickly found out she had been captured, just not in the way she first thought.
They took her guns, she had no idea if Django2.0 was around anywhere and worst of all, they took her jacket--Jo's jacket. She was feeling pretty vulnerable right now. Which just made her angry. She was a hero dammit, she had smugglers to thwart and murders to stop and a city to put back together, she didn't have time for some dumb killing game these guys thought sounded fun. And that was another thing! How fucked up was this place to have something like that? It felt like the way Tokyo and New York were now, only cleaner.
"This is bullshit!"
Whoever might have been around the commons of district 7 might have been startled by the sudden loud yell that came from the woman who'd previously been pacing quietly. Especially since, as soon as she'd yelled it, she was back to steaming quietly as she stood with her arms tightly cross.
Ground floor, against a wall in the middle of the area
She hadn't really calmed in the last few hours of being in this stupid place, but she had relocated and begun treating it more like a stakeout job. Sort of. She wasn't exactly hiding, sitting in plain view of everyone who came in and out of the tribute tower, nor was she acting very conspicuous.
She'd set up a blanket on the floor and grabbed a pillow off the couches to lean against while she glared at every single person who walked by. She was simply watching to learn who was who and what was what! She was just doing it with a very heated and aggressive glare.
The last thing of note on her little set-up, was the constant travel of at least two avoxes between her little blanket-base and the kitchens. Every time they approached the blanket, they delivered a new plate of food (predominantly sweets, but there were other things as well) and every time they left the blanket-base, it was with an empty plate in hand. As Meg was watching every person she set eyes on, she was busying her hands with shoving extraordinary amounts of food into her face, an impressive sight if only for how she never seemed to get full.
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Harrumph. Never mind that he's reaching critical mass of creepy.
"I wasn't thinking about your figure." Though there was an awful lot of it visible, and rest assured, if he was your father, he'd be telling you to cover yourself up. "Dennett. Dennett Norton. From Detroit." In case that rings some bells.
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She stuck her hand out, suddenly much more agreeable than before.
"Name's Meg, nice to meet you, Doc. And don't worry, I never even met my dad, so I can't exactly compare you to him." Because that's so much better.
It's like a switch has been flipped on her personality, where she'd been abrasive and accusatory before, now she was bright and looking at him expectantly like he was supposed to continuing telling her about himself.
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There's a part of his fussy little brain that takes her comment about her father and says, 'that explains a great deal'. But he figures he doesn't want to get slapped--or worse--so he wisely keeps that observation to himself.
"You're an orphan?" Well, that's kind of sad, really. And he feels those eyes on him, expectant. If only he had something awesome to say. "I...I make cybernetic limbs." ...yay?
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The point was that he was kind of funny looking, old, nice enough and not nearly as annoying as she'd first decided. That's what changing her mind was for!
She only nods at the question about being an orphan because, really, it's not that big of a deal, just a fact about her that was shared. Besides, cybernetic limbs sounded interesting.
It vaguely reminded her of RAPT and Bylon, but she doubted he was that kind of person.
"So, like, robot parts? Or like robot parts that go on people?"
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"Both, really, but my specialty is cybernetic interfaces--the parts that go on people." He sounds proud, and he is. Because of his work, amputees could run, walk, dance, play guitars, do almost everything they did before. "And you?" That's only manners. Surely she did other things than gorge on saturated fats.