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fandomtownies2019-08-16 05:36 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomtownies2019-08-16 05:36 am
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Around the Warehouse District, Friday [08/16]
Well, the shit was really starting to hit the fans now, wasn't it? Trying not to be too annoyed at being called out by those stupid kids on radio this morning, Rosa was trying to figure out what she could do. And since the "good" toys around the island were probably going to be on high alert, she figured she'd better do what she can to at least safeguard the place that had been their haven since Caritas got a little too dangerous.
She was prancing and dancing around the warehouse district, as a detective ballerina was wont to do, checking for spots that might make for good traps, making note of places that might be good for hiding weapons, taking note of the best strategic spots. Basically, she wanted to know this place like the back of her plastic molded hand in case shit went down.
But if anyone asked or started to think he behavior was suspicious, she was ready to double down on the fake good toy bullshit and explain that she was clearly just searching for any sign of secret activity and movement out here among the warehouses. That was her job, after all, to detect, and with the sheriff captured as a traitor, well, then she just had a heavy burden of protecting the island fall on her shoulders, now, didn't she?
That was her story, and she was sticking to it.
And while she was planning and picking out spots and thinking up potential traps, she came across a little something else that was unexpected, but...curious. She definitely knew how to spot a clue when she saw one, and this thing practically had flashing lights and arrows pointing to it to denote it as such. Frowning, she did a nice dip of an arabesque with fantastic leg extention to gracefully sweep it up from the ground, then turning over the small doll in her hands, rounded and shaped like one of those nesting dolls. It opened up like one, too. The scene painted on it was familiar...she recognized it soon enough as part of the island.
Yeah, if that wasn't some kind of clue or had some sort of meaning behind it, then she might as well turn in her detective ballerina badge right now.
She did wish she had a better spot to hide it while she went to continue her dancing search, but she'd make do with tucking it into her tutu and now changing her strategy to see if there were any more similar clues nearby before going and finding some of the others to determine whether or not it actually meant something.
It was a goddamn nesting dolls with a scene of the island on it, though. Come on. How could it not?
[[ open warehouse district is open! pls to not mind the work related SP, tho! ]]
She was prancing and dancing around the warehouse district, as a detective ballerina was wont to do, checking for spots that might make for good traps, making note of places that might be good for hiding weapons, taking note of the best strategic spots. Basically, she wanted to know this place like the back of her plastic molded hand in case shit went down.
But if anyone asked or started to think he behavior was suspicious, she was ready to double down on the fake good toy bullshit and explain that she was clearly just searching for any sign of secret activity and movement out here among the warehouses. That was her job, after all, to detect, and with the sheriff captured as a traitor, well, then she just had a heavy burden of protecting the island fall on her shoulders, now, didn't she?
That was her story, and she was sticking to it.
And while she was planning and picking out spots and thinking up potential traps, she came across a little something else that was unexpected, but...curious. She definitely knew how to spot a clue when she saw one, and this thing practically had flashing lights and arrows pointing to it to denote it as such. Frowning, she did a nice dip of an arabesque with fantastic leg extention to gracefully sweep it up from the ground, then turning over the small doll in her hands, rounded and shaped like one of those nesting dolls. It opened up like one, too. The scene painted on it was familiar...she recognized it soon enough as part of the island.
Yeah, if that wasn't some kind of clue or had some sort of meaning behind it, then she might as well turn in her detective ballerina badge right now.
She did wish she had a better spot to hide it while she went to continue her dancing search, but she'd make do with tucking it into her tutu and now changing her strategy to see if there were any more similar clues nearby before going and finding some of the others to determine whether or not it actually meant something.
It was a goddamn nesting dolls with a scene of the island on it, though. Come on. How could it not?
[[ open warehouse district is open! pls to not mind the work related SP, tho! ]]
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A game in which she set up snares with string that looked pretty close to the color of the ground.
...Her home on Jakku had been booby-trapped to hell and back. She was doing what she knew.