![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Jul. 22nd, 2023 04:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cactusy[Shaw likes the deck. Out of everything on the Barge, space feels familiar, even if she isn't used to being this up close and personal with it: and so she's made a habit of spending at least an hour or so every night just hanging out at the railing. More recently, she's also made a habit of hopping over the side and reclining in one of the safety nets that's attached to the hull. It shields her from the eyes of friendly passers-by when she wants to be alone, and it infuses her with a sense of something like peace to let herself drift so close to void: something that could kill her, that should kill her, but won't. It's silent and empty, a good place to go when she feels silent and empty too, and it quiets her mind like very little else.
She's been in her little makeshift hammock for an hour or so when she decides to haul herself up and rejoin the ship at large. Bouncing a little on the balls of her feet, she launches herself straight up from the net, fingertips grabbing the edge of the deck flooring. From there she pulls herself high enough to grasp the lowest bar on the railing, and then the second lowest bar, and then the third, and then she's in a good position to get her knees up onto the deck so that she can start climbing up the outside of the railing in earnest--
Does she look like an insane person doing this? Probably. Is she at all bothered by that fact? Not in the least.]
She's been in her little makeshift hammock for an hour or so when she decides to haul herself up and rejoin the ship at large. Bouncing a little on the balls of her feet, she launches herself straight up from the net, fingertips grabbing the edge of the deck flooring. From there she pulls herself high enough to grasp the lowest bar on the railing, and then the second lowest bar, and then the third, and then she's in a good position to get her knees up onto the deck so that she can start climbing up the outside of the railing in earnest--
Does she look like an insane person doing this? Probably. Is she at all bothered by that fact? Not in the least.]
(no subject)
May. 30th, 2023 12:43 amcactusy[Both their guns are lowered, but it still feels like a stalemate, because simulation or not (and maybe it is not, considering how long this one has gone on; considering how no sim-Root had, even once, done what she's just done now), Shaw knows that Root is very soon going to start asking her to do things that she just can't. Stopping for a few minutes to explain the situation had, on the whole, been an easy enough concession to make. Going back to the subway or a safehouse won't be. Exposing the rest of the team to the danger she could pose won't be. Being around Root for too much longer shouldn't be, no matter how much she wants to wrap her fingers around Root's elbow and just... hang on, for a little while.]
So what now?
[She says, anger and frustration leaking into her voice.]
My target's dead; I have to go.
[She needs to find a pharmacy so she can shoplift some gaze to re-bandage the day-old bullet wound she's nursing (currently hidden, thankfully, under three layers of black clothing), and she needs to find a place to hole up for the night. And she needs to think. She needs to think so goddamn much about what just happened and where to go from here, because the simulations never got past this point, which means she has no script for what Root is going to do next. Just like old times, she thinks dully, her brain forcing it to feel like a joke rather than a possibility.
This is the point where she should try to walk away again. But she doesn't, yet.]
So what now?
[She says, anger and frustration leaking into her voice.]
My target's dead; I have to go.
[She needs to find a pharmacy so she can shoplift some gaze to re-bandage the day-old bullet wound she's nursing (currently hidden, thankfully, under three layers of black clothing), and she needs to find a place to hole up for the night. And she needs to think. She needs to think so goddamn much about what just happened and where to go from here, because the simulations never got past this point, which means she has no script for what Root is going to do next. Just like old times, she thinks dully, her brain forcing it to feel like a joke rather than a possibility.
This is the point where she should try to walk away again. But she doesn't, yet.]
