[Thread] Data collection
Characters: Faye Valentine (OU), Yuriy Ivanov (AU).
Where: Next to the church, facing the empty lot.
When: 7:00 at night.
Summary: Faye and Yuriy meet face to face to discuss matters too sensitive to be trusted to the PDA.
Warnings: ...Sarcasm?
Seven o'clock. Faye headed for the church, feeling slightly on edge. She had a feeling that Yuriy was more-or-less what he seemed to be... someone like her, who just wanted to gather information, strategize, and get the hell out of this place. But meeting a stranger alone was always risky; the fading scars on Faye's neck could attest to that. Yuriy's suggestion to meet at night had made her nervous, primarily because of her unfortunate meeting with Harth. But this meeting was in a slightly more public place, which made her feel better.
Having a gun and a stake in her coat pockets was even more comforting.
Strictly speaking, Faye would've preferred to wear her bomber jacket for increased mobility, but it was just too damn cold at night. The coat would have to do.
Faye approached the church to the sound of gunshots. She rounded the corner cautiously, to find a tall, slender man with shockingly red hair firing at targets. Rude of him to bring loaded weapons to a meeting like this. ...Well. Stupid of either of us not to. Polite of him not to keep them hidden then, maybe.
Faye studied him quietly for a few moments, her gloved hands shoved into her coat pockets, before taking advantage of a lull in the gunfire to speak up. "Target practice at night? ...By the model of your gun I'm guessing you're Yuriy."
Where: Next to the church, facing the empty lot.
When: 7:00 at night.
Summary: Faye and Yuriy meet face to face to discuss matters too sensitive to be trusted to the PDA.
Warnings: ...Sarcasm?
Seven o'clock. Faye headed for the church, feeling slightly on edge. She had a feeling that Yuriy was more-or-less what he seemed to be... someone like her, who just wanted to gather information, strategize, and get the hell out of this place. But meeting a stranger alone was always risky; the fading scars on Faye's neck could attest to that. Yuriy's suggestion to meet at night had made her nervous, primarily because of her unfortunate meeting with Harth. But this meeting was in a slightly more public place, which made her feel better.
Having a gun and a stake in her coat pockets was even more comforting.
Strictly speaking, Faye would've preferred to wear her bomber jacket for increased mobility, but it was just too damn cold at night. The coat would have to do.
Faye approached the church to the sound of gunshots. She rounded the corner cautiously, to find a tall, slender man with shockingly red hair firing at targets. Rude of him to bring loaded weapons to a meeting like this. ...Well. Stupid of either of us not to. Polite of him not to keep them hidden then, maybe.
Faye studied him quietly for a few moments, her gloved hands shoved into her coat pockets, before taking advantage of a lull in the gunfire to speak up. "Target practice at night? ...By the model of your gun I'm guessing you're Yuriy."