Seasons come along and seasons go [open]

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Who: Anomie and open
What: flowers
When: monday morning
Where: the forest of the southern district
Warnings: none

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[whyihatemachins]

Fanzone is out trying to familiarize himself with the city. A few weeks ago, Ratchet drove him around some, took him to the highlights of each of the- . . . well, of three of the city's districts, but he learns places best by walking the beat himself.

And so it is he finds himself in the South, walking among the trees. Ratchet mentioned a dojo out here that Prowl had once occupied. Though he'll never admit it aloud (except maybe to a select few), the senior cop misses the ninja robot, having been there when the guy had given his life to save Fanzone's city and everyone in it. Prowl had been a good guy. A really good guy. For a robot. And so now, part of him is looking for that dojo.

Training and long experience on the streets of Detroit have sharpened Fanzone's senses, and he catches the sound of movement in the trees up ahead. He never knows what he'll come upon when he enters an area of unknown activity. It could be a child at play or a homicide in progress . . . and this city has proven to be no different in that regard. Moving cautiously from tree to tree now, Fanzone closes in on the source of the sound.

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The scavengers in the bog-lands would consider Anomie some kind of homicide in progress; certainly she has killed before, although never successfully in Nautilus. The people who know her better would consider her a child at play, but then, she’s probably never tried to kill most of them. Anomie has been a little bit of both, sometimes at the same time.

But today the bog-woman has ‘child at play’ written all over, with flowers thrown in for good measure. And she is far too engrossed in her game to pay attention to any one wandering around below her, police officer or not.

[whyihatemachins]

Fanzone relaxes his guard once he sees the source of the commotion. With the barest of grins tugging at one corner of his mouth, he steps out into the clear, arms folded as he peers up at the woman and her handiwork.

"That's quite an impressive display of decorations you've got going there, ma'am."

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"Oh! Hello!" Anomie calls down to the person below her, from her branch and bundle of flowers. Peering down, she looks with curiosity at the strange (to her) man, and ends up knocking her flower chin off the branch. She swings down after it.

Landing with a thumping of boots, she stands and tilts her head at Fanzone. The tall, skinny, and really, REALLY messy woman circles him with blantant curiosity. "What's a ma'am?"