Every breath you take and every move you make
Characters: live_ringer and trustsyou
Date/Time: Evening, 26th February
Location: Outside Gene's house, Section 1
Rating: PG for violence?
Summary: She's like the crazy girlfriend you never had.
There was something about this strange man that intrigued that other her, the her who was always so naive and ignorant and far too curious about people for her own good. And perhaps she herself had her own reasons to be curious, as well; she knew that he wasn't quite like the others, though she didn't really understand why at the moment. The thought that she didn't irritated her a bit (as if she was supposed to know everything, that all knowledge should have been easily accessible), but meeting this certain man, this human, should solve it, right?
And what better a solution than to wait in front of his doorstep at night? She knew where he lived, didn't even have to make an effort to find out, since the other her had chosen a fairly useful occupation. She didn't mean any harm, after all. She just wanted to know why he was just oh so special.
And if the meeting turned sour then, ah well, it always paid to be prepared. She toyed with the sharp piece of wood hidden behind her as she waited, her eyes glowing a bright yellow in the darkness.
Date/Time: Evening, 26th February
Location: Outside Gene's house, Section 1
Rating: PG for violence?
Summary: She's like the crazy girlfriend you never had.
There was something about this strange man that intrigued that other her, the her who was always so naive and ignorant and far too curious about people for her own good. And perhaps she herself had her own reasons to be curious, as well; she knew that he wasn't quite like the others, though she didn't really understand why at the moment. The thought that she didn't irritated her a bit (as if she was supposed to know everything, that all knowledge should have been easily accessible), but meeting this certain man, this human, should solve it, right?
And what better a solution than to wait in front of his doorstep at night? She knew where he lived, didn't even have to make an effort to find out, since the other her had chosen a fairly useful occupation. She didn't mean any harm, after all. She just wanted to know why he was just oh so special.
And if the meeting turned sour then, ah well, it always paid to be prepared. She toyed with the sharp piece of wood hidden behind her as she waited, her eyes glowing a bright yellow in the darkness.