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Post by DAPHNE COEMAN on Aug 1, 2012 1:28:18 GMT -4
Daphne was closer to the wall than she normally would feel comfortable with. Rumors spread fast in Sangvene and the gossip spoke of some rather uncommonly found in the camp tech near the gate. Her footsteps were quick as she neared. She had to be first. When it came to food she could manage if someone else beat her to a source, but even if it was just a few batteries blown out of proportion by the rumor-mill, she could use it. She was almost there when something, or rather someone caught her attention. She stopped in the middle of the dusty road to stare quizzically at the man who stood only a few yards away, a bit of hostility seeping through as the thought that he might be after the supplies as well crossed her mind.
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Post by TONY LA'MONZE on Aug 1, 2012 1:36:02 GMT -4
Tony was crouched over the bag of supplies he was rummaging through. Most of the stuff was useless to him. Microchips and batteries and power cables, even an old mouse. He was beginning to feel quite frustrated. He had been hoping for a weapon or food of some kind. The only thing that seemed to be of any use in here was a can of tuna.
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Post by DAPHNE COEMAN on Aug 1, 2012 1:41:02 GMT -4
When Daphne realised that her worries were, in fact, true, she quickened her footsteps to close the distance between them, dropping down to a crouch and snatching the bag away from him without a word. She wrapped her arms around it and met the stranger's eyes with a cirtain amount of threat and hostility in them. He was about her age, she noticed, and no doubt new to the camp. Older inmates knew better than to sit out in the open sorting supplies.
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Post by TONY LA'MONZE on Aug 1, 2012 1:53:35 GMT -4
Tony was caught off guard, but he quickly stood, whirling to face the offender. His stance widened aggressively and he stared straight at her, glaring, fingers curling into fists. He didn't have a weapon, but right now, that was the least of his worries. That can had been the last scrap of food he'd been able to find recently.
"Give it back." He snapped with a slight french accent. He had no qualms about fighting a female to get something he desperately needed.
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Post by DAPHNE COEMAN on Aug 1, 2012 1:58:18 GMT -4
Daphne was taken aback by his clear-cut demand. No lengthy words to pad it. No dark threats to spike it. Standing upright, she did not let go of the bag and continued to stare him down defiantly. "No. I need it," she said, making it quite clear she would not be parted with the goods easily. Ever since the uprising, anything beyond some basic foods and medical supplies had become few and far between. It might be months before she found more tech.
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Post by TONY LA'MONZE on Aug 1, 2012 2:00:34 GMT -4
"And I'm here rummaging through it because I don't." He replied sarcastically. He stepped toward her.
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Post by DAPHNE COEMAN on Aug 1, 2012 2:06:26 GMT -4
Daphne almost tightened her hold on the bag but quickly thought twice about that action, worried about damaging what was inside. She had seen him looking through it from a distance and saw enough of its contents to know it was exactly what she wanted. "Tech is rare and I need it," she repeated, uncontiously tacking a step back as she came nearer to her.
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Post by TONY LA'MONZE on Aug 1, 2012 2:09:22 GMT -4
"I'll make you a deal, then." Tony replied. He was willing to compromise. He didn't want to end up in a loud fight that would attract unwanted attention. "We don't want to be noticed, yeah? Let's just slip off someplace and divide the stuff up. I don't need the tech. I just want the food and whatever I can use as a weapon."
His stance was still tense as he eyed her, judging her reaction. She was smaller than him, he could probably easily take her in a fight if she hadn't any weapons.
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Post by DAPHNE COEMAN on Aug 1, 2012 2:12:34 GMT -4
Daphe considered his offer for a moment. It seemed reasonable enough and he was right about not wanting to attract attention. "Alright. Follow me... at a distance." She added the last part as an act of caution before swiftly walking away from the walls.
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Post by TONY LA'MONZE on Aug 1, 2012 2:21:10 GMT -4
He followed her. It was probably a bit too closely, but he didn't want to risk losing sight of her and her running off with the supplies. To be , perhaps, a bit less noticeable, Tony shifted to his more comfortable form of fox before slinking back after her.
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Post by DAPHNE COEMAN on Aug 1, 2012 2:26:15 GMT -4
They were almost to the library when Daphne's ears caught the change in his footsteps. Turning on her heels she stared down at the black fox. "Shapeshifter," she muttered to herself before continuing towards their destination. At the library door she places her hand on the electronic lock. Normally it would require a keycard, but she practically was a walking keycard. "Unlock, Curry, I'm home," she said softly. The green light flashed and the doors unlocked.
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Post by TONY LA'MONZE on Aug 2, 2012 19:46:04 GMT -4
One of Tony's large ears twitched as he heard her speak to the door lock. That was odd. What kind of supernatural could speak to computers? He wasn't exactly that well educated on the types, so he didn't really know.
He shrugged it off and carefully followed her inside the library.
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Post by DAPHNE COEMAN on Aug 2, 2012 20:23:29 GMT -4
The place was dusty and dark, cobwebs gathering in cracks and corners, the months of neglect starting to show. The main room was large, going up to the second floor with a balcony around the edge. Daphne walked to the back of the room and went through the door before taking a left into the computer lab. In the corner she had a sleeping arrangement set up. Without a word she settled down in a chair by one of the more upkept of the computers. "Quip, wake up, I'm home, genius." She smacked it a few times before it turned on, lighting up the room a bit with the monitor's glow.
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Post by TONY LA'MONZE on Aug 2, 2012 22:30:08 GMT -4
Tony kept his questions to himself, shifting back into human form as he made his way around the tech. "So I take it you really like computers, then..." He observed, looking around the room.
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Post by DAPHNE COEMAN on Aug 2, 2012 23:00:51 GMT -4
Daphne ignored his self-explanatory comment as eyes scanned over the passing information on the screen, quickly typing in a few commands to retrieve some records. The library had remained undisturbed din her absence. Satisfied, she stood up and carefully lay out the contents of the bag on a clear table. Next she worked on sorting all of the batteries, microchips, wires, and all other tech into a neat pile as well as grabbing onto a bottle of iron supplement pills. Gesturing casually with her hand she said, "The rest is yours."
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