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Characters: South Dakota & Washington
Where & When: Sometime the night after her into
Rating & Why: PG-13 just for cursing, probs
Summary: So, what happens when you take two enemies and make them roommates? Shenanigans.
[ South quietly thanks her experience with night time missions because navigating to her newfound 'home' in the pitch dark would have been a bitch without the equipment for it. It was just barely past what should have been evening -- nowhere near sundown yet -- and it was darker than Alaska in the sunless months.
So, Wash and York. Wash was little less of a surprise; she didn't stick around to watch him die, although she didn't really pin him as the type to zombie up from wounds like that. York she knew to be dead and disposed of because of her time with Delta. Both were ragingly pissed off at her.
Kind of hard to swallow.
She's worked with worse.
For now, she just figures she needs to keep up the act. It made things less complicated if she could convince them to trust her -- just maybe -- again. They were more useful as allies at the moment than enemies. Which leads her off to being pretty pissed off they wouldn't even supply her with any info.
She'd been avoiding heading off to her assigned quarters for a while, but even she had her limits. She was exhausted, bruised, and aching from her battle with the Meta and it caught up with her. She eventually found her way with a little pointing around and to be honest-- she didn't expect her place to be as swank as it was. ]
Thank god for small favors.
[ So she invites herself in, finds her room, sheds her armor, and then plants her ass in the living room couch in her base suit, pistol laid across her lap as she flips through some of the features of the apartment. ]
Where & When: Sometime the night after her into
Rating & Why: PG-13 just for cursing, probs
Summary: So, what happens when you take two enemies and make them roommates? Shenanigans.
[ South quietly thanks her experience with night time missions because navigating to her newfound 'home' in the pitch dark would have been a bitch without the equipment for it. It was just barely past what should have been evening -- nowhere near sundown yet -- and it was darker than Alaska in the sunless months.
So, Wash and York. Wash was little less of a surprise; she didn't stick around to watch him die, although she didn't really pin him as the type to zombie up from wounds like that. York she knew to be dead and disposed of because of her time with Delta. Both were ragingly pissed off at her.
Kind of hard to swallow.
She's worked with worse.
For now, she just figures she needs to keep up the act. It made things less complicated if she could convince them to trust her -- just maybe -- again. They were more useful as allies at the moment than enemies. Which leads her off to being pretty pissed off they wouldn't even supply her with any info.
She'd been avoiding heading off to her assigned quarters for a while, but even she had her limits. She was exhausted, bruised, and aching from her battle with the Meta and it caught up with her. She eventually found her way with a little pointing around and to be honest-- she didn't expect her place to be as swank as it was. ]
Thank god for small favors.
[ So she invites herself in, finds her room, sheds her armor, and then plants her ass in the living room couch in her base suit, pistol laid across her lap as she flips through some of the features of the apartment. ]