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Lindsey McDonald (stopitevilhand) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-05-25 10:31:00

Entry tags:

!open, lindsey mcdonald, renesmee cullen

CHARACTERS: Lindsey McDonald and OPEN
LOCATION: Outside a random clothing store
TIME: Evening
NOTES: None

There were a few pointed looks shot his way, the thoughts behind them most likely that there were dressing rooms for a reason. Lindsey didn't really give a damn what they thought. It wasn't like he was taking his damn pants off. The concept of modesty wasn't completely lost on him.

It didn't take long to find a shirt that fit and was in his price range, changing right there at the racks. He paused long enough to study the healing marks on his chest, still sore but no longer fatal thanks to whatever had brought him here. If it wasn't for the fact that he was stuck and he knew that deals like that came with a hefty price tag, he might've actually been grateful.

The woman working the register couldn't provide him with any new information. She wouldn't tell him anything at all, paying attention long enough to scan the tag dangling off his sleeve and give back his change. With a sarcastic comment about service with a smile, he left the shop, found the nearest garbage can, and tossed in the old shirt and the price tag off the new one.

He pulled the PDA out of his back pocket, locating his rooming assignment, the scowl deepening. "Dorms," he muttered. "Great." At least he didn't seem to have a roommate. Yet.

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make_you_see
2009-05-25 12:44 pm UTC (link)

Nessie couldn't help it. She knew the money she had wasn't going to last forever and she knew she'd eventually have to get a job to make sure she kept having a steady source of income, yet for some reason she couldn't seem to stay away from the various stores that made up a good percentage of the streets of Colligo. To her credit she hadn't bought much - just a few necessities - but window-shopping was almost as nice as actual shopping and helped to stave off the feeling of being trapped.

Like rats in a maze, was the main thought that kept flickering through her mind whenever she thought about the current situation. They were all scurrying about, trying to figure out where they were and how to get out, and meanwhile there was someone out there watching them. Taking notes. She was sure of it. Otherwise, why would they all be there?

It was these sorts of musings that kept her occupied as she browsed through any shop that caught her eye. With the locals not offering much in the way of information or conversation, it was the best she had at the moment. It would have kept her occupied entirely too, if she hadn't managed to catch a whiff of something that made her stop in her tracks.

Blood. Human blood... yet not. There was something else in it, something that she'd never smelled before and so she couldn't immediately identify it. Curious, she turned her attention in the direction of the scent and spotted a man changing shirts from presumably the one that contained the blood to a nice, new, clean one. Staying where she was - across the street and down a few shops - she listened as he did his best to ask the shop girl questions before storming off in what she guessed was the same frustration everyone else was feeling.

After a second of hesitation, Nessie decided to follow. Across the street and in his tracks, she stopped a few feet away just as he commented on the rooming situation. As he finished muttering, she stepped a bit closer while still making sure not to invade his personal space. Normally, she would never have approached a random human in such a way. Except something told her he wasn't just an average, everyday human either. No, he was special. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something unique about this one. And considering she could be trapped in this place for a very, very long time, she saw nothing wrong with making nice with a few of her fellow prisoners.

So with her lips quirked into a hint of a smirk, she commented simply, "The housing isn't as bad as it sounds. It's one of the few things that really aren't that terrible around here."

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stopitevilhand
2009-05-25 05:59 pm UTC (link)

Once he had the building address, it was a matter of getting there. Usually it would have been a matter of pulling up some internet map site and plugging in the address, but considering the town wasn't just that, he doubted Google Maps would have any idea of how to direct him the right way. Even more insulting, the people around who couldn't be helpful if their life depended on it.

He'd been so focused on the PDA that he'd been ignorant of anyone approaching. Not that he might've heard her until she spoke anyway. The voice took him by surprise and nerves still raw from the blindside, he flinched, gripping the electronic device tighter and his heart rate jumping before he managed to regain his calm. It was going to take a few days before that wore off.

He glanced up at the young woman who had spoken, eyebrow arching. "Well look at that, someone who will offer up something useful," he drawled. "As long as there's a place to catch a few hours, I guess I can't bitch too much."

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make_you_see
2009-05-26 09:26 pm UTC (link)

Nessie gave him a good-natured smile. "That's because I'm not from here," she answered easily enough. "Just the locals are morons. Most everyone showing up against their will seems intelligent enough." Thinking briefly of some of the types she'd met on the boards thus far, she added, "Well, for the most part."

She shrugged the thought away before offering, "I'm Nessie, by the way. You looked a little put-out so I figured I'd offer a face that doesn't look like it's attached to a brain that's out to lunch." There was a mixture of amusement and annoyance in her tone as her gaze flickered to a nearby 'townie' as he ambled past them, seemingly oblivious to the two strangers standing not three feet away. With a shake of her head, she turned back to Lindsey.

She was lying, of course, as to why she was speaking to him but she wasn't going to tell him that. Instead she did her best to be as friendly and unassuming as possible. In her (albeit limited) experience dealing with most humans, the less threatened they felt, the more likely they were to open up... or let things slip.

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stopitevilhand
2009-05-26 10:00 pm UTC (link)

"It's a sad day where intelligence is a sign that you're not from around here," he snorted. He'd yet to talk to more than a handful of people but the general impression he'd gotten so far was that there weren't any real idiots around. Although he was well aware that looks were deceiving.

He eyed the townie that went past, eyes narrowing slightly as he scrutinized him just like he'd done the cashier. Nothing seemed too abnormal about him, just like her, and yet they were little more helpful than zombies. Almost like a spell. "Yeah, trying to get answers when I should've realized it's a lost cause by now."

Lindsey held out his hand. "It's an appreciated gesture, Nessie. I'm Lindsey," he stated with a weary smile that used little effort. He held up the PDA he'd just been working on. "That'd make you familiar with those dorms we've been assigned to then?"

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