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[Jackie had been spending a lot of time in her room lately. Why? Well, she was hardly the most social person around. And she didn't need to eat or anything. Being a cyborg meant you could pretty much brood for a long as you damn well liked. And Raiden liked to brood.]
[So what made her leave the sanctuary of her room? Well, nothing really. She just felt a little more sociable today. Everyone had their good days, after all. And truthfully, it was nice to be a freak amongst freaks, so to speak. Back home walking amongst the public like this would be pretty hard. People would ask questions, and stare. She wouldn't have to worry about attacks, but being shunned by the public because she was no longer human was just as bad. Plus the Patriots would probably have something to say about their "creation" walking along the streets like everything was okay. If word got out to them of her location, she would most likely get hauled back off to Area 51. And who would save her then?]
[She finds a coffee shop at the end of a hallway on the ninth floor, and despite not needing it she orders herself a drink. She didn't need to eat, but what was life if you couldn't enjoy food or drink?]
Hm~
[This was nice... the shop was mostly empty, so she could snag herself a seat by the window. Outside, it was a gorgeous sunny day. The artificial sunlight reflected off her visor, casting an orange glow around her. It was times like this that she wished she had someone to share it with. Even if she really was supposed to be alone... even if it was only a friend.]
((Come chill with Raiden y/n? SHE WON'T ANGST TOO MUCH. MAYBE. As long as you don't give her any reason to. :T))
[So what made her leave the sanctuary of her room? Well, nothing really. She just felt a little more sociable today. Everyone had their good days, after all. And truthfully, it was nice to be a freak amongst freaks, so to speak. Back home walking amongst the public like this would be pretty hard. People would ask questions, and stare. She wouldn't have to worry about attacks, but being shunned by the public because she was no longer human was just as bad. Plus the Patriots would probably have something to say about their "creation" walking along the streets like everything was okay. If word got out to them of her location, she would most likely get hauled back off to Area 51. And who would save her then?]
[She finds a coffee shop at the end of a hallway on the ninth floor, and despite not needing it she orders herself a drink. She didn't need to eat, but what was life if you couldn't enjoy food or drink?]
Hm~
[This was nice... the shop was mostly empty, so she could snag herself a seat by the window. Outside, it was a gorgeous sunny day. The artificial sunlight reflected off her visor, casting an orange glow around her. It was times like this that she wished she had someone to share it with. Even if she really was supposed to be alone... even if it was only a friend.]
((Come chill with Raiden y/n? SHE WON'T ANGST TOO MUCH. MAYBE. As long as you don't give her any reason to. :T))