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Margot was bored.
Back home, this wasn't necessarily a problem. She would lock herself in the bathroom and smoke, take a bath, watch TV, or call her mother. Or, if all of that failed, she would call Eli and arrange to meet up with him somewhere. She couldn't do any of that here. She couldn't even take a bath, and the cigarettes were still disgusting. And she couldn't call Eli. It was a good thing it had ended between them before she'd arrived here; at least she knew she wasn't really missing out on anything.
But she was still restless. She wanted...something.
So she set out from the Compound, sans coat because it was too hot, a few horrible hand-rolled cigarettes and her lighter tucked into the pocket of her dress.
She didn't know where Capa lived, or Rorschach, and Sally was probably back inside. So she ended up the only place she could think of: Graham's hut.
"Hello?" There was no answer to her knock, so she pushed the door open and went inside. Just in case, she told herself. But the place was empty.
Margot was usually respectful of people's privacy, but she was just bored enough to have a look around before she left. That was what she told herself, at least. She wandered through the inside of the hut, touching a book here, a piece of furniture there, flicking a pile of clothing away with her toe.
And then she found the video camera and the tapes.
There were quite a few of them. Margot picked one up, turned it over and over in her fingers, looked at the camera and its open cassette slot. Then she started to put it down.
That was when she heard the door creak, and footsteps.
"Hello, Graham," she said, looking over her shoulder at him.
Back home, this wasn't necessarily a problem. She would lock herself in the bathroom and smoke, take a bath, watch TV, or call her mother. Or, if all of that failed, she would call Eli and arrange to meet up with him somewhere. She couldn't do any of that here. She couldn't even take a bath, and the cigarettes were still disgusting. And she couldn't call Eli. It was a good thing it had ended between them before she'd arrived here; at least she knew she wasn't really missing out on anything.
But she was still restless. She wanted...something.
So she set out from the Compound, sans coat because it was too hot, a few horrible hand-rolled cigarettes and her lighter tucked into the pocket of her dress.
She didn't know where Capa lived, or Rorschach, and Sally was probably back inside. So she ended up the only place she could think of: Graham's hut.
"Hello?" There was no answer to her knock, so she pushed the door open and went inside. Just in case, she told herself. But the place was empty.
Margot was usually respectful of people's privacy, but she was just bored enough to have a look around before she left. That was what she told herself, at least. She wandered through the inside of the hut, touching a book here, a piece of furniture there, flicking a pile of clothing away with her toe.
And then she found the video camera and the tapes.
There were quite a few of them. Margot picked one up, turned it over and over in her fingers, looked at the camera and its open cassette slot. Then she started to put it down.
That was when she heard the door creak, and footsteps.
"Hello, Graham," she said, looking over her shoulder at him.