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Tweak says, "I do it all for you, Mulder!"

Clarice M. Starling (sturnusvulgaris) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2015-09-04 22:17:00

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clarice starling, matt murdock, zz:status complete

An afternoon away (Matt)
It was a nice day. The days since she'd arrived had all been nice, which Clarice had only noticed in a vague sort of way. She had been busy reading old files, familiarizing herself with the problems of the City, learning the ins and outs of the new technology, and then putting together a file on Hannibal Lecter in her spare time. He--they?--had been very quiet in her time here, but she would not be caught off guard.

The fourth time the booking officer found her asleep on a couch in the break room, he had ordered her out. "Nothing's going on, Starling," he said. "The City won't fall apart if you take an afternoon off."

Clarice, unsure of that, had protested but found herself shooed outside. There she'd noticed the weather and decided to walk in the City that she'd been studying. She found herself sitting on a bench in the park, people-watching, leaning back with her arms crossed. The vast majority of those that she saw were the people she now recognized as City-born natives, the ones with a certain something missing. They were almost uniformly pleasant but somehow emotionally flattened. Like pigeons, she thought, watching them walk by. Someone of a certain mindset could easily see them as less than human, animal-like, a subhuman flock to be hunted.

The thought chilled her.

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ablinddevil
2015-09-05 03:41 am UTC (link)

At the thought, Matt smiled a touch.

"The thing about pigeons is that they're normally simple-minded creatures," Matt explained. "Usually they have their minds set on one thing," he breathed, tearing a bit of bread from the bun and tossing it out into the exact middle of the swarm.

"Here, however, they seem to lack the motivation for much else almost as if they were programmed based on only this ideal." The fatter the pigeon the more eager it was to eat until it almost burst.

"Matt Murdock," he offered, tossing another piece out at the birds. He offered the woman the package, "Wanna try?"

	sturnusvulgaris 2015-09-15 02:59 am UTC (link)
	"I'm outdated, too. By twenty years, at least." She smiled tightly. "That's what I've been told." She was suddenly shuttered again: not hostile, but cool, professional. She sat quietly, scattering crumbs for the birds again, the bread in her hand almost gone. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sturnusvulgaris 2015-09-15 03:25 am UTC (link)
	"Sir, there's only so many times you can be told 'you'd be prettier if you smiled' before it gets old." She frowned. "The last time my Constitutional Law professor told me to smile, I asked him if smiling would make me remember applications of the 5th amendment any better." She did smile then: thin and hard. "He wasn't happy." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sturnusvulgaris 2015-09-24 12:52 am UTC (link)
	"It was nice to meet you," she agreed, and watched as he walked away. When he was gone, she returned to watching the birds as they milled around. (Reply to this) (Parent)