Casey prowled the building called the compound, getting the lay of the land. If no one was going to tell him straight out what his mission was, he was just going to have to figure it out for himself
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That's right. It's never other people, since she's not quite someone to begin with, so being other people has never been in the cards. Being people is.
Today she's someone, dressed all nice and normal•. Casual smile. A sense of ease. Calm. Like she's a bit excited, like she was once someone's mom. She even pretends to nearly run into someone.
"Whoops, sorry about that." Her hands go out, as she pretends that she needs to be steadied. She doesn't.
"Ma'am." Casey wasn't about to be rude about knocking a lady over on his first day of his new assignment. "Excuse me. These hallways are kind of narrow, aren't they?"
"Kind of," she agrees, even though she could list at least a thousand tighter spots at that moment. But that's not being someone. An easy laugh and a shrugh. "Even tighter when I'm not paying my fullest attention."
"Never know what can happen, if you're not paying attention." Casey himself was careful to always be on alert. And armed. He felt slightly uneasy that he didn't have any weapons stashed around this place yet; he only had what he'd had on him when he'd shown up.
"Can't really get much off-the-wall than an island." This person is one who thinks desert islands with an array of people is off-kilter, odd even. She doesn't. She's always prepared. All-knowing. Got preparation and unpredictability going for in spades.
She wonders if this person is being worn well. "Especially not this one I think."
"That so?" Casey had been in all kinds of situations that seemed impossible. The trick was being prepared, and preparation required information. "How do you figure?"
She figures that this person, whose name is Honor June, would be intrigued and amused by that statement. She's not. She thinks he's being pretty damn thick.
"Have I just found the one native of the island or did you just appear out of nowhere into this kind of rattrap too?" A laugh that's nearly giggle. "It's something else."
That's right. It's never other people, since she's not quite someone to begin with, so being other people has never been in the cards. Being people is.
Today she's someone, dressed all nice and normal•. Casual smile. A sense of ease. Calm. Like she's a bit excited, like she was once someone's mom. She even pretends to nearly run into someone.
"Whoops, sorry about that." Her hands go out, as she pretends that she needs to be steadied. She doesn't.
• Right down to the boring grey jumper and jeans.
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She wonders if this person is being worn well. "Especially not this one I think."
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"Have I just found the one native of the island or did you just appear out of nowhere into this kind of rattrap too?" A laugh that's nearly giggle. "It's something else."
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