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undergrounds2017-09-19 08:58 pm
outstandingbalance) wrote in undergrounds2017-09-19 08:58 pm
Entry tags:
September Open & Closed
Out On The - Open To All
Natasha is out. It's been a while. She's been hitting the bars less since she started drinking blood again on the sly; she didn't need the poor substitute as much, and she didn't want the temptation that came with it.
She had to be careful with this. She didn't want to be who she was before, when she was feeding on humans. So far, she thinks she's doing okay.
So out tonight, it's because she really does want the drink. She also wants to be around people, to watch them, maybe to chat with them. She can be found out, sitting at the bar or at a table that can be seen, not hiding away in the corner, nursing a gin and tonic or maybe a whiskey sour.
If she sees someone she knows, she's quick to invite them to join her. "One on me?" she offers. "I could use some company."
Home Is Where - Closed to Evie
It's not a surprise when Natasha comes by. She texted on her way over, showing up with takeout Thai food and a bottle of red wine. It's normal. They do this so often—food, some drinks, maybe a movie, and time together on the couch.
The difference, this time, is that after dinner and before putting on a horror flick about a family moving into a haunted house, Natasha bows her head a little and licks her lips, a thoughtful, expression. She doesn't have many tells, and she hides them well when she wants to, ut Evie would know her well enough by now to know there's something on her mind.
It may still be a surprise when she says, "I was thinking, we should talk about that thing you brought up at the tournament."
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Hit me up with something else, or let me know if you want me to write another starter.
Natasha is out. It's been a while. She's been hitting the bars less since she started drinking blood again on the sly; she didn't need the poor substitute as much, and she didn't want the temptation that came with it.
She had to be careful with this. She didn't want to be who she was before, when she was feeding on humans. So far, she thinks she's doing okay.
So out tonight, it's because she really does want the drink. She also wants to be around people, to watch them, maybe to chat with them. She can be found out, sitting at the bar or at a table that can be seen, not hiding away in the corner, nursing a gin and tonic or maybe a whiskey sour.
If she sees someone she knows, she's quick to invite them to join her. "One on me?" she offers. "I could use some company."
Home Is Where - Closed to Evie
It's not a surprise when Natasha comes by. She texted on her way over, showing up with takeout Thai food and a bottle of red wine. It's normal. They do this so often—food, some drinks, maybe a movie, and time together on the couch.
The difference, this time, is that after dinner and before putting on a horror flick about a family moving into a haunted house, Natasha bows her head a little and licks her lips, a thoughtful, expression. She doesn't have many tells, and she hides them well when she wants to, ut Evie would know her well enough by now to know there's something on her mind.
It may still be a surprise when she says, "I was thinking, we should talk about that thing you brought up at the tournament."
Wildcard
Hit me up with something else, or let me know if you want me to write another starter.
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Then she leans back slightly, considering. If this was a bad idea it's too late to back out gracefully now. "I think I've seen you on campus, but we haven't met face to face. I'm Natasha."
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Another person from Redbright. Imogen's only barely started there--her first day on the job was just a couple of days ago and it's mostly been filling out paperwork before she can interact with students. There's also been a bit of testing, to see how far her powers go.
Powers. Really. She feels like she's in a comic book movie.
"Imogen," she replies, reaching out to shake Natasha's hand. "Imogen Reed." She smiles self-deprecatingly. "So...what type of freak are you?"
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How to break this bit of information is always a trick. Redbright is open to everyone, in theory, and Natasha is proof of the reality in action, but that doesn't mean she's always the best received. It's especially odd now that she's around the school less, her new responsibilities keeping her away.
"I'm with the Outreach Group. Or I was." Possibly deliberately misinterpreting the question.
Definitely deliberately.
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The mention of an Outreach Group piques her interest. “What sort of work do you do in the Outreach Group? Do you scout out other not-freaks?”
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She smiles a little, removing any doubt that she's serious about it. "But yes, I do. That and try to keep other interested parties looking the other way."