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Who: CLU and Toshiko
Where: Level 1
When: Dated to a little after 7pm on Sunday (11/13).
Warnings: Violence, death
For the past week or so, ever since he'd awoken from the Barge-coma, CLU had taken the time to quietly familiarize himself with Toshiko's schedule. He'd quickly found that it was simple enough to track; the User spent a considerable chunk of the day at her work, then departed from it around the same time each night.
So tonight, CLU had waited patiently for Toshiko to head out from the engine room and back to her room at the usual time. Then he'd silently followed her.
Thus far she'd proven herself to be an obstacle, a threat. She'd interfered between him and Rinzler, she had disrupted the confrontation between them, before, and attacked him. It wasn't hard, then, to direct the anger he felt, all his frustrations about this miserable place and all the hatred, towards her.
And so CLU stalked a safe distance away from Toshiko in the Level One hallway, his steps quiet, purposeful. His circuits thrummed with a predatory calm, and every part of him was sharply alert, attentive. They were close to her room, and with his luck the corridor would stay clear for the next few moments.
Where: Level 1
When: Dated to a little after 7pm on Sunday (11/13).
Warnings: Violence, death
For the past week or so, ever since he'd awoken from the Barge-coma, CLU had taken the time to quietly familiarize himself with Toshiko's schedule. He'd quickly found that it was simple enough to track; the User spent a considerable chunk of the day at her work, then departed from it around the same time each night.
So tonight, CLU had waited patiently for Toshiko to head out from the engine room and back to her room at the usual time. Then he'd silently followed her.
Thus far she'd proven herself to be an obstacle, a threat. She'd interfered between him and Rinzler, she had disrupted the confrontation between them, before, and attacked him. It wasn't hard, then, to direct the anger he felt, all his frustrations about this miserable place and all the hatred, towards her.
And so CLU stalked a safe distance away from Toshiko in the Level One hallway, his steps quiet, purposeful. His circuits thrummed with a predatory calm, and every part of him was sharply alert, attentive. They were close to her room, and with his luck the corridor would stay clear for the next few moments.