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Post by Dr. Anita Nolan on Dec 2, 2013 19:22:13 GMT
Anita wrapped the older coat around her tighter as she begin to walk home, leaving the site of the rally behind her for the day. It had been in Sector 3, and she had only just made it in time by walking there--and it would be another long--long--walk home, though she thought she might use some of her money to find a place to stay for the night instead. She really ought to invest in some sort of bicycle, but for now she was still on foot. Large purchases could be tracked, and right now she was still laying low.
At least the rally had gone mostly well. There were the normal fights, and lines drawn but it had not came to an all out fight this time, which marked this one better then the last one! She tugged her bag up over her shoulder, and pulled her baseball cap lower on her face as she got away from the rally site and onto the streets. It was a risk to come to these but she also had to make sure people knew the truth rather then lies they might tell to build fear. No they were aliens. No they were not humans who fell into chemical waste. AND NO they are not the result of rations of the pulse. It seemed some people wanted to make up things just to make others sound worse and start a fight. Rolling her eyes to herself, Anita knew she was apart of the problem. While she had not helped Manticore build them, she had helped them in so many other ways. She was just as guilty as Manticore.
TAG: Sam
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Post by Sam Foster on Dec 2, 2013 19:37:15 GMT
Sam had done his best not to roll his eyes at the words of those foolish enough to speak at the rally; idealistic morons who knew nothing about what they were talking about. He didn't expect much better of the common rabble, and they would get what they deserved soon enough. He had come with a group of other students from the university, they'd been passing out flyers and putting up posters all week, and he'd thought he might actually see someone of importance here. But the Transgenics who wielded actual power knew better than to come to these freak shows, and of course, Max wouldn't show up.
He did, however, see a woman leaving who he was sure he'd seen before... coming and going from Terminal City. If she had access to freely get in and out, well, maybe she could do the same for him. He jogged to catch up to her, putting on his best winning, charismatic smile. "Excuse me, ma'am," he greeted her politely. "Didn't I just see you coming from the rally? I thought you might need someone to walk you to your car... I know we're right by City Hall, but these kind of things bring out all sorts, don't they?" He offered in a friendly manner, careful not to get to close so she might think he was one of those sorts.
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Post by Dr. Anita Nolan on Dec 2, 2013 20:15:28 GMT
At the first sound of a voice--especially one she didn't know--Anita ducked her head and looked back over her shoulder to see who it was, while letting the brim of her hat conceal most of her face. It was one of the college students who had come to the rally. She vaguely recalled seeing him with a group of others, but couldn't remember what college one of them had said they were from. He was standing back from her, as if to make sure not to approach her until he knew he was welcome. Leaning her head up to better show her face since she felt no threat from him, Anita smiled softly and shook her head. "No car. I am walking home, but thank you for the offer."
She had just been thinking how mean people could be, when this nice young man had offered an act of kindness, and it made her feel a bit better about the world, more hopeful. "I'm not too far," She lied so he would not feel obligated, "I will be fine. It's good though to know there are still nice guys out there." She shifted her body so she was half facing him, though it was clear she still planned to keep walking once he said good bye. "Thanks again."
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Post by Sam Foster on Dec 2, 2013 22:12:38 GMT
Well, that just wouldn't do. Sam knew he couldn't just give up like that; when would he get another chance like this? "At least let me walk you part of the way," he insisted, while trying not to sound too persistent. If she was too stubborn, he'd have to let it go or risk sounding like a creep or making her suspicious. It was sad, how people had to question one another's motives these days, but he supposed there were just too many people like him in the world. He'd have to up his game.
"It's just that... well, you remind me of my mom." He gave a hesitant sigh and rubbed the back of his head, speaking as though it pained him to do so. "She died when I was pretty young, got mugged walking home one night. So now, whenever I see a pretty lady walking alone... I just don't want the same thing to happen to anyone else." Everything he'd just said was a lie, to evoke sympathy and get her to let her guard down. It was true that he hadn't seen his mother since he was a child... but that was because she was just another Ordinary, and his time was too valuable to be wasted on her.
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Post by Dr. Anita Nolan on Dec 2, 2013 22:31:58 GMT
OUCH! She wasn't that old! Then he went on to say it wasn't her age but her being alone, and how his mother died. Her face showed her emotions as she knew that sort of loss had to be brutal on a child . . . like her daughter felt for her. "That . . . that could not have been easy for you." Or for her own daughter who though her mother died in an explosion at work.
"Yes, please. Thank you very much. I could use the company." Even while he seemed harmless, even protective she still put her hands in her pockets, so one of them could find the small bottle of mace there and hold it. Anita didn't think she would have to use it, but it was always better safe the sorry. This man seemed too nice to try anything, but his words stilled reminded her that she had to fearful. "I'm Dr. Anita Nolan, and you are?" Pulling out the hand not holding the mace she offered it to him in a shake.
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Post by Sam Foster on Dec 4, 2013 3:06:04 GMT
Sam had learned a long time ago that a sob story paired with a pretty face could get a guy pretty far with women, regardless of his intentions. He nodded, giving a brave, pained smile when she acknowledged that it couldn't have been easy. He smiled more brightly when she agreed to let him walk her, putting his own hands into the pockets of his hoodie so he'd seem like less of a threat. The truth was he didn't need his hands to hurt a person, but of course, she didn't know that. "It's not a problem; after all, I did offer." He laughed, genuinely pleased that she hadn't decided to be stubborn.
"Samuel Foster. My friends call me Sam," he grinned, pulling out his hand to shake hers. "So you're a doctor? You work at one of the hospitals?" He asked, not even having to feign interest. This was why he was here, to find out exactly how she got access to Terminal City, and to find out if she could extend that access to him.
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Post by Dr. Anita Nolan on Dec 5, 2013 22:17:47 GMT
After shaking his hand, Anita pulled her back and put it in her pocket again. Sam was a friendly name, and it helped put her more at ease. Besides, most of the people she was on guard for didn't give full names then nick names. They just had short names that sounded distant. "Then you can call me Anita." She replied to his comment about people calling him Sam.
"Yes, I work at the hospital most of the week, but on my days I off I also work at a clinic in Terminal City." It wasn't something she hid, because if people saw she came and went safely then they could feel it was safer, also because if they thought she had first hand knowlage then they would believe her words with more ease. "You were with the groups from one of the schools I think? What are you in school for?"
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