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Every Old Knife Rusting in My Back [Open]
WHO| Black Tom and open
WHAT| Tom works on a scheme and plays Tetris.
WHEN| Week 2
WHERE| CELL-U-LAR Phones!
WARNINGS| None yet.
Tom's relocated to the Cell-U-Lar cellphone store. Part of this is out of convenience - so few Tributes have any need for the nonfunctional flip-phones that the small store is relatively quiet. Until he finds an ally to watch his back while he rests, he'll need to be sleeping in a somewhat untrafficked area like this. The bookstore has become entirely too populated throughout the day by people desperate to be offended by their mendacious biographies.
The other part of this is far more sinister; now that Tom has grenades, he's intending to use them, but he doesn't actually want to spend much time around the little bombs given that the make has a tendency to up and detonate with no warning. It's not a terribly high chance, but between the type's reputation and the Gamemakers' supposed habit of causing mayhem for the hell of it, he'd rather keep a distance between his prizes and himself.
Which means he has to figure out how to build a detonator from the crap at the mall. Thankfully, he has enough of a background in explosives that he doubts that will be too much of a trial. Even though he typically rested on his superpowers back home, he's been without them enough times that he's put work into being able to work with raw materials like a baseline human.
So he's going through the store, examining each flip phone as if he's just shopping. He hums to himself and runs his hand over his goatee as he examines each one. He's gotten himself all trimmed up at the Glamour Nail and despite the low-class merchandise throughout the mall, he's put together a subdued but stylish ensemble.
He rests on his cane as he flips open the next phone, pecking at the buttons with his thumb, before he takes a seat behind the cash register and pulls the sandwich he got from the food court out. The phone plays a little ditty as colorful blocks in strange shapes fall from the top of the screen to the bottom.
As time goes by, lines of digital bricks disappear as Tom turns out to be quite the Tetris gangster.
WHAT| Tom works on a scheme and plays Tetris.
WHEN| Week 2
WHERE| CELL-U-LAR Phones!
WARNINGS| None yet.
Tom's relocated to the Cell-U-Lar cellphone store. Part of this is out of convenience - so few Tributes have any need for the nonfunctional flip-phones that the small store is relatively quiet. Until he finds an ally to watch his back while he rests, he'll need to be sleeping in a somewhat untrafficked area like this. The bookstore has become entirely too populated throughout the day by people desperate to be offended by their mendacious biographies.
The other part of this is far more sinister; now that Tom has grenades, he's intending to use them, but he doesn't actually want to spend much time around the little bombs given that the make has a tendency to up and detonate with no warning. It's not a terribly high chance, but between the type's reputation and the Gamemakers' supposed habit of causing mayhem for the hell of it, he'd rather keep a distance between his prizes and himself.
Which means he has to figure out how to build a detonator from the crap at the mall. Thankfully, he has enough of a background in explosives that he doubts that will be too much of a trial. Even though he typically rested on his superpowers back home, he's been without them enough times that he's put work into being able to work with raw materials like a baseline human.
So he's going through the store, examining each flip phone as if he's just shopping. He hums to himself and runs his hand over his goatee as he examines each one. He's gotten himself all trimmed up at the Glamour Nail and despite the low-class merchandise throughout the mall, he's put together a subdued but stylish ensemble.
He rests on his cane as he flips open the next phone, pecking at the buttons with his thumb, before he takes a seat behind the cash register and pulls the sandwich he got from the food court out. The phone plays a little ditty as colorful blocks in strange shapes fall from the top of the screen to the bottom.
As time goes by, lines of digital bricks disappear as Tom turns out to be quite the Tetris gangster.