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Michonne (hackslash) wrote in we_coexist,

Zoe may have worked security here in this building, but Michonne didn't feel like the job they were talking about had anything to do with that. Not directly, anyway.

"Years." Michonne said, then slipped into thought. How long had it been? She didn't know. She didn't know how long she'd been in the place before here, and she didn't know how long she'd lived in her own world, killing things. Becoming what she was now. So she just repeated. "Years. A lot of them."

She leaned back in her chair and let the smell of the tea roll around in her senses. It was calming, such a normal smell. "I'm more than capable of doing surveillance. Where I came from, the original place I came from, it was a part of daily life. If you didn't know your surroundings, you were dead. If you couldn't keep yourself alert, you were dead. Literally every move, every decision, every skill, every part of life was to make sure that you did not become dead."

Mostly because dead wasn't exactly dead. And what it was was awful.

"I'm good with odd hours. And I've got nobody but me to worry about my life." It was her way of saying she was in.