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ataraxionlogs2013-05-16 01:03 pm
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i can stare at you all night [open]
CHARACTERS: Rey and you.
LOCATION: All over the ship.
WARNINGS: None at the moment.
SUMMARY: Rey stalks people. More specifically she is stalking you.
Whether you're headed someplace with a destination in mind or just talking a casual stroll, it may become apparent sooner or later that you're not alone. Maybe there's the ghost of a footstep behind you, or you have that burning feeling you get when you notice that a pair of eyes have been drilling into the back of your skull for too long. Either way, if you retreat a corner, there will be nothing -- no sign that you have ever been followed.
It isn't forever, though. Eventually she slips, be it on purpose or a blundering error on her part. No one's perfect, after all. Anyone who's ever chased after game may recognize the feeling, except that you're not necessarily being hunted.
Rather, you're being stalked.
Why? That's a good question, and it's hard to say. Rey doesn't spend much time in the company of other people. Perhaps if she simply watches for awhile, it'll get easier to approach. She is all too accustomed to the scrutiny of soldiers and her own militant ways, and she is a very old dog with very old habits that die hard.
But it's only a matter of time before you look over your shoulder and find her -- standing there in a ripped-sleeveless jumpsuit and red scars; with the mute hint of an apologetic expression on her face.
She doesn't even bother to say hello. Rude.
LOCATION: All over the ship.
WARNINGS: None at the moment.
SUMMARY: Rey stalks people. More specifically she is stalking you.
Whether you're headed someplace with a destination in mind or just talking a casual stroll, it may become apparent sooner or later that you're not alone. Maybe there's the ghost of a footstep behind you, or you have that burning feeling you get when you notice that a pair of eyes have been drilling into the back of your skull for too long. Either way, if you retreat a corner, there will be nothing -- no sign that you have ever been followed.
It isn't forever, though. Eventually she slips, be it on purpose or a blundering error on her part. No one's perfect, after all. Anyone who's ever chased after game may recognize the feeling, except that you're not necessarily being hunted.
Rather, you're being stalked.
Why? That's a good question, and it's hard to say. Rey doesn't spend much time in the company of other people. Perhaps if she simply watches for awhile, it'll get easier to approach. She is all too accustomed to the scrutiny of soldiers and her own militant ways, and she is a very old dog with very old habits that die hard.
But it's only a matter of time before you look over your shoulder and find her -- standing there in a ripped-sleeveless jumpsuit and red scars; with the mute hint of an apologetic expression on her face.
She doesn't even bother to say hello. Rude.
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"Oh? Perhaps you were. But you seemed to put a great effort into making yourself hidden." He retained the sly smirk to contrast with Rey's deadpan.
What he wanted to know was why. Why was Rey following him, stalking him? He hated this human form, hated its vulnerability, and if he got on the bad side of a powerful android like Rey, then... He didn't want to think about it.
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After all, it's a bit difficult to take down an enemy with minimal effort if they can already see you coming. Though one of her officers once explained the art of fear as a mean of manipulating your prey.
Prey, that's what they called them sometimes. Not targets, or the enemy. Just cheap shots, like little ferrets scurrying on the field. Nothing more.
Rey manages to maintain her stance. Cold, ridged, unmoving. She isn't making any effort to act hostile, but she's far from that peaceful vibe.
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That smirk on his face faded a bit at this realization, though it took a great deal of effort not to simply snap at her. A further observation that her expression was unchanging, that she emitted no welcoming vibes at all... What the hell did she even want anyway?
"Well, why don't you simply tell me what you want, then?" he asked, a bit more firm in his tone than before. Despite what Rey had claimed, he was going along with the assumption that she was following him, because he knew what stalking looked like.
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And that is the bare truth. There is nothing that she wants, not in life and definitely not in people. She's been in this damn place for over a year and she still can't find a reason to care. There are a few, of course, but at this juncture she is simply living for the sake of unfinished business back in her own world.
Then she can sleep for good.
"I have trouble talking to people." As if that isn't already obvious.
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He'd play along, though. Trouble talking to people. Something all AIs had to a degree - not being an actual human certainly made things difficult in terms of interaction.
"That's something that can be alleviated if you simply try, my dear." Perhaps slightly condescending as he spoke. Or perhaps he was encouraging her to simply talk, to just tell him what she wanted from him. But of course AM knew it wouldn't be that easy. Everything was a game to him, and Rey was one of the willing players.
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"Excuse me. I'll try harder once the people I talk to stop disappearing." Does that sound like bitterness in her tone? Defensiveness? How very much unlike her. But recent events have changed her patterns in various ways that are both useful and strange.
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"Ah... Well, then in that case one would find it easier to simply shut themselves away. Easier not to get hurt that way." Sympathetic, perhaps, but it was merely an observation. Testing the limits of Rey's humanity, how closely she could relate to others. Because as it was, AM had no idea. She seemed hardly like the sociable type, he hadn't seen her interact with others too much.
"A pity we can't control who comes and goes here."