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thearena2014-01-28 01:24 am
justgaveup) wrote in thearena2014-01-28 01:24 am
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[OTA] Someone else is listening in.
Who| Perry and Hawkeye; Perry and OTA.
What| First army buddy meeting, and then anything that people might want Perry for!
Where| Third Floor/Fourth Floor.
When| End of week 2.
Warnings/Notes| Army time, trigger warning for slight talk of suicide and end of the world scenarios. Will update as needed.
The fourth floor was every little kid's dream. Perry had always loved this kind of stuff, the dinosaur bones on display, the places where you could put your hand in and feel whatever it was underneath. A wooly mammoth tooth, fur from an ancient cat. Okay, some museums were a little weirder then others, but this area was still cool.
So long as no one else was around, he took time to check each display out. And when someone was there, it could go one of two ways. A fight was something he both dreaded and relished. And making a friend... making a temporary ally.
That could work, too. Working one way down the hall and moving to the next, he kept a shifting pattern, weaving so he could see what was going on, and making himself less of a target if it came down to it.
But that movie screen was tripping him up. It was the normal stuff, and then it wasn't normal. It felt like eavesdropping, and he almost wished he had someone here who knew the people a little more, or what they were actually saying.
What| First army buddy meeting, and then anything that people might want Perry for!
Where| Third Floor/Fourth Floor.
When| End of week 2.
Warnings/Notes| Army time, trigger warning for slight talk of suicide and end of the world scenarios. Will update as needed.
The fourth floor was every little kid's dream. Perry had always loved this kind of stuff, the dinosaur bones on display, the places where you could put your hand in and feel whatever it was underneath. A wooly mammoth tooth, fur from an ancient cat. Okay, some museums were a little weirder then others, but this area was still cool.
So long as no one else was around, he took time to check each display out. And when someone was there, it could go one of two ways. A fight was something he both dreaded and relished. And making a friend... making a temporary ally.
That could work, too. Working one way down the hall and moving to the next, he kept a shifting pattern, weaving so he could see what was going on, and making himself less of a target if it came down to it.
But that movie screen was tripping him up. It was the normal stuff, and then it wasn't normal. It felt like eavesdropping, and he almost wished he had someone here who knew the people a little more, or what they were actually saying.