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ataraxionlogs2012-09-03 04:44 pm
watashinonamaewa) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-09-03 04:44 pm
hard to be soft, tough to be tender
CHARACTERS: AM (godofthemachine) & Cibo (watashinonamaewa)
LOCATION: Around the Science Department.
WARNINGS:Creeper McCreeps, AM. None.
SUMMARY: AM is interested in Cibo and her reality, so they're going to talk about it! And other things, I'm sure. Oh god.
Others may have found it odd how willing Cibo had been to tell anyone her life story, but she didn't seem to give it a second thought. If someone asked a question, they had a reason. They were looking for an answer and she found it best to be as clear as possible. This preference didn't leave her ignorant to what should or should not be said to a person, but she felt no harm in telling anyone about the terrible environment she originated from.
So, she made her way to the science department where AM told her he normally spent his time. Answering his questions may have brought answers to her own questions in the mean while. What did she really have to lose? Her electrical prod responded normally to her touch as she reached for the device strapped to her black plug-suit.
This is Cibo. I am here.
The message sent and Cibo realized that she unintentionally placed her weight onto one foot instead of both. Then there was an itch in her mind, which brought her hand up to her scarred shoulder to rub it gently. She felt strange.
godofthemachine) & Cibo (watashinonamaewa) LOCATION: Around the Science Department.
WARNINGS:
SUMMARY: AM is interested in Cibo and her reality, so they're going to talk about it! And other things, I'm sure. Oh god.
Others may have found it odd how willing Cibo had been to tell anyone her life story, but she didn't seem to give it a second thought. If someone asked a question, they had a reason. They were looking for an answer and she found it best to be as clear as possible. This preference didn't leave her ignorant to what should or should not be said to a person, but she felt no harm in telling anyone about the terrible environment she originated from.
So, she made her way to the science department where AM told her he normally spent his time. Answering his questions may have brought answers to her own questions in the mean while. What did she really have to lose? Her electrical prod responded normally to her touch as she reached for the device strapped to her black plug-suit.
This is Cibo. I am here.
The message sent and Cibo realized that she unintentionally placed her weight onto one foot instead of both. Then there was an itch in her mind, which brought her hand up to her scarred shoulder to rub it gently. She felt strange.