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capitalh2014-05-27 06:36 am
bothhavesharpteeth) wrote in capitalh2014-05-27 06:36 am
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and we know the patterns
Who: Natalie Rushman (or Natasha), Clint Barton and YOU
Where: Grand Park, near Alpha Force Tower
When: March 29, afternoon
What:Natasha is scoping out a target. Natalie is jogging on her day off. It is innocent and not at all suspicious.
Warnings: None at the moment
Notes: You can tag Clint instead of Natasha if you want. He is present and shooting at things.
There is a woman jogging in the park. She's fairly young, pale and red-haired, cute if you ignore the whole sweaty-and-slightly-out-of-breath thing. (She's faking the breathlessness, but she's pretty good at it when she needs to be.) She's done a dozen laps by now, and eventually she slows to a stop, bracing her hands against her knees, and looks out across the park, somewhat questioning her life choices.
There is also a man in a purple shirt, standing on the grass not far off the path and shooting arrows at a target he's set up most of the way across the park. Pay him no mind. The red-haired woman certainly isn't.
Where: Grand Park, near Alpha Force Tower
When: March 29, afternoon
What:
Warnings: None at the moment
Notes: You can tag Clint instead of Natasha if you want. He is present and shooting at things.
There is a woman jogging in the park. She's fairly young, pale and red-haired, cute if you ignore the whole sweaty-and-slightly-out-of-breath thing. (She's faking the breathlessness, but she's pretty good at it when she needs to be.) She's done a dozen laps by now, and eventually she slows to a stop, bracing her hands against her knees, and looks out across the park, somewhat questioning her life choices.
There is also a man in a purple shirt, standing on the grass not far off the path and shooting arrows at a target he's set up most of the way across the park. Pay him no mind. The red-haired woman certainly isn't.
I am not sorry to either of you. I feel lke I should be but nope
He has a mouse, dead as a doornail, in his mouth and he drops it at her feet.
He's expecting praise now, please and thank you.
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"Hey, there, puss. Who do you belong to?" If it were a random cat, she would think it was a stray. Robot cat? Probably not.
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Her eyes flick down to the mouse at her feet, and she shakes her head a little.
"That's very sweet, but I'm not touching it. Thank you, though."
Almost curiously, she reaches out and runs her fingers over the cat's head, down its spine. She's not sure it can feel her, but cats deserve to be pet, robotic or not.
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He can't actually feel it but he can know when to respond and does so accordingly. There's a meow again and an affectionate nip. He can do more if he so chose, using things strung together that Anabel has provided him but he only chooses to communicate with few people in that fashion.
Her though, he deems worthy of promptly flopping over on one side next to. She's interesting and he enjoys the attention.
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"Your mistress just lets you wander like this, huh?"
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He looks momentarily disappointed, then gets to his feet again, winding hsi way around her legs. She's a smart one, she can stay.
Looking over to Annabel, he tilts his head a little, and almost grins in that way that cats can do such a thing, looking rather smug and pleased with himself.
Almost as if to say "Of course sh does, it's not as if she is allowed to do anything else."
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But then he's coming p to her, sitting at her feet and curling his tail around himself. It's a patient gesture and he looks pointedly at Annabel and her poor attempts at communication. Shaking his head a little, he seems more content to sit here with the woman who give shim attention.