boomboommofo (boomboommofo) wrote in decimated_ic, @ 2018-09-12 10:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~removed: freida flores, ~removed: thiago fernandes |
In an old interstate hotel room somewhere outside of Omaha
Who: Frieda and Thiego
When: July 6th
Where: His apartment
When she told the people on the committee that ran this place and decided who worked where and did what that she had worked construction and knew about home repair, she wasn't explicitly lying. No, Freida Emilia Flores was not a liar. It took a lot of work, between schooling her face, her body language, eye movements. If you were going to do a thing, might as well do it better than most and a good lie had a lot of effort involved. Then there was the remembering, which she had a habit of fucking up on when she was angry.
Well. There was that time. Outside that camp where some human traffickers (she never did understand why they didn't just say slavers), when she played as a young girl trying to sell food from a wobbly cart. That got her in so she could blow up the place and get a righteous scar on her right calf and the primary reason she had never bothered to get tattoos.
But that was for work and didn't count. Clearly.
And that other time too, when she told that newest member of the anti-terrorism unit she had worked with for a year that she had hid one of her explosives in his pants that she could make go off at anytime. Even while he was asleep on the other side of base. It made him freak out and start stripping right in the middle of the mess hall.
But that was to fuck with someone, and that could excuse a lot of things, alright.
The moral of the story is, Freida isn't a liar unless she has a reason to be. Though her skill and experience with construction, repair and remodeling wasn't extensive or completely over the table, she still knew a fair amount. So when she was asked to check over a room that hadn't been lived in for awhile just to make sure everything worked for a newcomer, she hadn't been worried. So far she had been right. Freida had shown up early in the morning, dusted, cleaned with bleach and comet, tested the pipes - fixed the one that leaked like like a bitch but got herself a mess in the process - and was currently trying to convince the larger window in the living room to open. Someone, for some stupid as shit reason, had sealed them shut at some point.