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Post by DAPHNE COEMAN on Nov 26, 2012 2:13:35 GMT -4
--------It had been almost a fortnight since Tony moved into the library. As much as Daphne would have liked to say her living situation and life style had not changed, it had. Her previously erratic sleep schedule stabilized into night-day cycles due to the other resident unintentionally waking her every morning. She slept lightly. Then there were the meals. At first they each dealt with their own food, but after the first week, they began sharing and next thing she knew breakfast and dinner were a collaborative daily feat.
--------And then there was the talking. Since coming to Sangvene, her conversations consisted of telling the workers at the Cafeteria what she wanted to eat, telling people to stay away, and idly chatting with computers. After the riots, only the latter was left. Starved for human conversation? She hated to admit it, but the sound of a voice other than her own was actually a bit of a comfort. She was no social bug and half the time wanted to lock away or kill the people around her just to get some peace, but pure solitude... it has a way of getting to even the most introverted anti-socialites.
--------Thus it was morning again, and Daphne woke to the sound of Tony's footsteps as he walked upstairs. She crawled out from under her blankets and off of her thin mattress on the floor. Sitting upright, she groggily muttered, "Wake up, Quip." Quip was silent. She smacked him. "Wake up, genius," she snapped. The computer lit up for a moment before shining a great Blue Screen of Death in her face followed by grey bars followed by black again.
--------Daphne hung her head, her messy red hair falling in front of her face. "Nuuuuhhh..." she whined quietly. She did not want to deal with Quip's personal problems this early in the morning. The clock on the wall read 5:55 and through the cracks in the window blinds, a dim pre-dawn light sifted into the room. Another day at Sangvene.
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Post by TONY LA'MONZE on Nov 26, 2012 12:07:21 GMT -4
The past two weeks had been quite interesting for Tony. Not that he'd really had the time to mull over just how interesting they were. It was strange to stay in the library, and he couldn't say that he liked it yet, nor could he say he didn't. It was just a fact of life that he was impartial to changing. It was strange to really have someone friendly to talk to after so long. While Daphne didn't say much, it was still a welcome conversation.
He stumbled out of his make-shift bed and pulled his shirt off of one of the bookshelves, slipping it over his head as he yawned. He didn't know why he insisted on getting up early, he could sleep as long as he want, he supposed. Maybe it was because Sangvene was quiet in the morning, people hadn't started killing each other yet. The daytime was often marked by a yelp of pain, a snarl, and the sounds of violence in the immediate area. Tony had to resist the urge to police the part of the camp around the library. He was just one guy, and one guy couldn't police the area on his own.
He did, however, consider it his territory, so in his head, any sort of supplies dropped in the area were rightfully his. In an hour or so he'd make his rounds. Breakfast was first.
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Post by DAPHNE COEMAN on Nov 28, 2012 20:06:37 GMT -4
--------Daphne quickly changed into a pair of jeans too big for her, kept up by suspenders over a light grey t-shirt. She tossed her sleeping clothes, a pair of sweat pants and a tank-top, under a table with her other clothes, and finished off her extremely casual outfit with an old light blue shirt which was also too big for her. --------She sat in front of Quip shortly there after, bright ginger hair pulled back into a pony tail, and worked away at his wiring to try to figure out the problem. When Tony came down the stairs she spared a glance at the clock before returning to her work. Only ten minutes had passed. Her stomach made a few quiet unhappy noises telling her it was time for breakfast at which she muttered something unladylike under her breath. ooc|| I decided to, for the fun of it, make Daphne's outfit on Polyvore. And then I saved the image. And uploaded it to TinyPic so it's an image file. Here it is! Click Me!
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Post by TONY LA'MONZE on Dec 3, 2012 14:05:22 GMT -4
Tony crouched in the little "kitchenette" in the bottom floor of the library. It was little more than a few stocked bins with canned food and a little fireplace for heating them - along with what running water the library still had left. He was considering turning the area into his new longstanding project now that his bookshelf bedroom and office were finished. It could use a makeover. Daphne was good with computers and tech, he wondered how good she was at macguyvering other such things. He was pretty handy himself, but he doubted he could manage to make anything like a stove... they'd need special parts. It would be nice to not have the room filling up with smoke every time they wanted hot food or water, however.
He opened a can of tuna and grabbed himself some bottled water for breakfast. It wasn't much compared to what he was used to eating back in France ... but this wasn't exactly France, now was it? He settled in a corner of the kitchenette and dug into the tuna, making a small face. It wasn't his favorite food, and it was even worse without seasoning... but at least he had something to eat unlike many others braving Sangvene.
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Post by DAPHNE COEMAN on Dec 4, 2012 2:38:55 GMT -4
--------Daphne slammed her screwdriver down forcefully on the table causing the jumbled bits of computer to rattle. Shoving her chair back away from the table, it scrapped against the floor. She pointedly stood to her feet and took a deep breath to calm herself. Quip did not have problems often, but when he did they were never simple. He had a temper like that. For him it was all or nothing. She knew people like that, but somehow it seemed only half as irritating when it was a computer.
--------After grabbing a small brown sack, she made her way to the stairs and then down to the bottom floor. The library had a total of three floors: the ground level, the second floor, and the basement. The basement had a few storage rooms as well as very convenient access to the heating, electrical, and plumbing systems of the place. Over all it was a good place to eat and would ideal if any kind of kitchen were to actually be installed. Not that they had the resources.
--------Daphne noticed Tony already eating a can of tuna. Reaching into the bag she brought with her, she brought out an almost ripe peach. "Catch," she said before tossing it his way. She leaned against the wall and took out the second fruit to eat. It tasted heavenly, even if it was under-ripe. After weeks of canned food with the occasional cooked meat, fruit was a delicacy.
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Post by TONY LA'MONZE on Dec 10, 2012 12:53:14 GMT -4
Tony caught the peach quickly. His face betrayed his surprise as he looked at the fruit. Where on earth had she gotten it? He almost didn't care when he bit into it, letting the sweet juice dribble down his chin. Oh, but he loved peaches! He glanced up at her, noticing how pinched and very put-out she looked.
"Quip okay?" he grunted his question after half a moment. He'd gotten used to calling the computer by its name, even if at first it had felt a little strange.
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Post by DAPHNE COEMAN on Dec 11, 2012 22:29:15 GMT -4
--------"No," Daphne grumbled, picking away at the little bits of peach which persistently stuck to the pit. "Not a simple software problem. Something's wrong with the processor and I'm going to need to scrounge up a microscope to work at that and I have to use Jebbit to work out the wiring layouts. I hate Jebbit." She finished cleaning off the pit and effortlessly tossed it across the room into the box of seeds and pits.
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Post by TONY LA'MONZE on Dec 13, 2012 1:46:53 GMT -4
Tony blinked. He didn't remember her talking about Jebbit. Was Jebbit a who or a what? He never could tell with Daphne...
His thoughts immediately turned to how he could get her a microscope. The guards had to have something in the forensics section of their headquarters - how hard could it be to get one?
"Who's Jebbit?" he asked absently as he formulated a small plan.
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Post by DAPHNE COEMAN on Dec 13, 2012 1:51:57 GMT -4
--------"Hm?" Daphne had already lost herself in deep thoughts about computer circuitry, simulating plans in her mind, when his question caught her attention once again. The question registered and she turned back to looking at the ground. "Backup computer," she absently replied and returned to mumbling about wiring.
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Post by TONY LA'MONZE on Dec 13, 2012 2:08:17 GMT -4
"Ah." He nodded and then ambled over to a bookshelf, leafing through it until he found an old map of the guard's apartments. He knew that one of the rooms was bound to have a store of old, disused microscopes - he'd seen a store of them on his way into the camp. How was a he to get inside? He decided he'd better take note of the change in guard shifts, first, the area was heavily guarded and he'd need some intimate time with a window or door if he was to get inside.
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Post by DAPHNE COEMAN on Dec 16, 2012 17:33:44 GMT -4
--------Daphne wiped her hands on her pants to get rid of the wet stick juice left over from breakfast. A peach was enough. After months of living off the bare minimum of food to keep from starvation and extreme hunger, her body settled into a diet of less food than the average person. She did crave protein and carbs, and had to make sure she ate at least one decent meal every other day, but otherwise it was as little as she could get away with. She used to not understand girls who went on diets. Now she not only did not understand them, but she practically wanted to strangle them for choosing to not eat food when it was readily available at all times.
--------She turned to walk upstairs and then stopped, her attention catching Tony looking over the maps. She walked over to the table it was laid out on, quizzically looking down at it as if to ask what he was doing.
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Post by TONY LA'MONZE on Dec 17, 2012 13:49:50 GMT -4
Tony was happily lost in planning, not even noticing her. He continued to map paths through the place with his fingers, muttering to himself like he'd gone half-mad. He was planning, that was what Tony did. He had always been the brains of the gang in Marseilles, and planning was what he did best. He felt safe and in control when he was planning something, whether it be how to get the next scrap of food before anyone else did, or how to break into the guard's apartments.
He had the necessary equipment to break in: his knife, his lock pick, and a bag for the microscope. That was all he really needed. It would be easy enough to get in on the left side during the night... it wasn't heavily guarded.
It was then that he noticed Daphne's presence in front of him. He looked up, idly wondering how long she'd been there with that questioning look on her face. Had she asked him a question? Well, if she had, no matter - he had one of his own.
"Do you happen to know when the guard shift changes?" he asked suddenly.
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Post by DAPHNE COEMAN on Dec 17, 2012 21:22:31 GMT -4
--------Daphne's eyes darted up to meet his. "Hm?" She paused a moment to recall the information. "Midnight, 6:00 AM, noon, 6:00 PM on weekends. Midnight, 8 AM, and 4 PM on weekends. Midnight, 4 AM, 8 AM, Noon, 4 PM, and 8 PM on Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, and New Years." She spoke almost mechanically as she recited the times. She turned her eyes back to the map, examining it and wondering where he got a hold of such a thing.
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Post by TONY LA'MONZE on Dec 17, 2012 21:28:06 GMT -4
"Thank you," he grunted in reply, a smile spreading across his face. He could do this tonight! He returned his gaze to the map, frowning as he thought. It had been something he'd gotten off a guard he'd stolen from half a week earlier. Actually, most of his maps of the camp were from the same guard. The bloke was positively thick. You'd think he'd notice that his maps were going missing and stop bringing them with him.
Tony turned to his bookshelf and pulled out another one, this time of the entire camp.
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Post by DAPHNE COEMAN on Dec 19, 2012 1:20:31 GMT -4
--------Daphne began running speculations to his aquiration of the maps through her head and after quickly throwing aside all irrational possibilities, narrowed the remaining list to the two probable reasons being that they were cleverly stolen from the guards or that they were ruthlessly stolen from the dead body of an unfortunate victim. A chill went up her spine thinking about that. Humans were so volatile. She hardly knew him, when it came down to it, and the facts stood against him in many ways. The son of a rebellion leader with a record of murder, a French ex-street gang member, an high danger level on the files. The last one was what caught her attention the most.
--------Antonie La'Monze was clever. She had only to spend a few days with him to figure that much out. It was because he was clever that his high danger level frightened her. The arrogant ones showed off their powers to puff themselves up. The alpha-types used their abilities to intimidate others into submission. The clever ones... well the clever ones played it safe. They hid their true abilities and showed the weaker powers so that they could always take their enemy by surprise. To be clever and have a 5/5 danger level, now that was something to be scared of. She knew of a few others who were like that. Avianna Lynch was one of the more prominent ones. She was one of the most terrifying of the inmates and it was little wonder she became a gang leader. Daphne hated people. Computers always made sense. People were too strange and unpredictable. Never two of the same. And to fix a broken human...
--------She looked over the camp map and frowned at the colored lines running around parts of it. Guard patrol routes? No. They didn't match the computer files and the guards generally stayed to their assigned paths. Gang territories maybe. She settled on that as a sufficient theory and did not bother to give it further thought. Her eyes looked at Tony once again and she studied him, trying to understand, and become frustrated at her inability to read humans.
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