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Michonne ([info]hackslash) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2015-08-18 07:19:00

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Entry tags:michonne, zoe washburne

Clandestine (Zoe)
The text she'd gotten had been very straightforward. It had come out of nowhere from a number that had not - she knew for a fact - been in the stupid phone before the text had come. Having the little device made her a bit angry. She had nobody to call. Nobody to communicate with. Her days were filled with herself and her routine.

Michonne didn't know if she felt happy that the thing was getting use, or annoyed for being interrupted.

Ms. Michonne. You are expected at the Wayne Enterprises building at 4:00pm on August 18th. If you cannot make the appointment, please call 555-25535 to reschedule.

You are to meet Zoe Washburne, Security, to discuss a possible position within Wayne Enterprises.


Who the fuck was this Zoe Washburne? Why the hell would Michonne want to meet her? Unfortunately, curiosity and boredom worked together to persuade the former lawyer to go. She readied herself as she'd done every day, and headed out. It didn't take her long to find the place, as the City seemed to make her way for her. She discovered quickly that it hadn't been a misplaced text or some kind of joke, because the front desk handed her a visitor's badge and sent her right up.

Michonne's eyes wandered the walls and structure and offices as she walked, wondering why somebody who worked in a building like this would want her to work for them. She sought out the office she'd been directed to, and stood in front of the door a moment. Was she really going to do this? She was. Michonne knocked.



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[info]hackslash
2015-10-23 06:45 pm UTC (link)
Michonne turned her eyes from the red hood and followed Zoe to where she was standing. The suit was impressive. The ex-lawyer was having some mental images of designs flashing through behind her eyes. Her cowl could be red. Her cape, too. She didn't mind having a similar armor set as Zoe, but she wanted something that separated them in the eyes of the city. So that when people spoke of them, they'd know there weren't just two Bats running around.

She wanted her own identity.

Michonne pulled the helmet over her head and a display lit up. A little disorienting at first, but her eyes adjusted to the way that it worked, and she could read everything just fine. She didn't know what a lot of it meant, but she supposed that would come with the training.

"Handy." Michonne said, listening to the voice that came out of the helmet, sounding nothing like her own. She pulled it back off. "Armor is good. I like armor."

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[info]warrior_woman
2015-10-23 11:00 pm UTC (link)
"Good. We'll get you set up with a helmet to match whatever colors you go with." Zoe nodded. "Alfred will want to meet with you. Get your measurements. There used to be a guy named Fox, but I've never met him. Maybe he wasn't here, just worked for Bruce."

The warrior woman started walking around bits of her, now their HQ. She tapped a few buttons then laughed softly.

"Seems either Alfred or the City has you programmed in; should have looked at that earlier I guess." Biometrics weren't going to be needed after all; they weren't going to be taken anyway. "Probably City. Surprised it didn't decided on your gorram gear; look at it giving you choice. It did with me too. Course, I had to go through a few suits to find the one that worked. Armor and all that. Can't do the job if you're dead, right?

"Now, about the job here. It is...we do what we have to. Usually I walk around, checking things, verifying codes and all that. High end security guard really. You'll again be my second, of what I don't know. You'll get decent pay with decent benefits. Hours are what we make of them mostly. We don't lie about our hours though." Zoe put in as many hours for Wayne's business as she did out on the streets. It was amazing that she saw her Cowboy God at all.

"We start training tomorrow."

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