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entrancelogs2018-09-06 09:28 am
thesamurai) wrote in entrancelogs2018-09-06 09:28 am
fear makes you stupid; ota
Who: Michonne + You
Where: Around the mansion
When: First half of September
Rating: PG-13 for language maybe.
Summary: None of this is sitting well with Michonne.
The Story:
[ For a little while now, Michonne's katana has been sitting on a shelf in the room she shares with Regina. They haven't had an event in a while now that tried to kill them, and so there it sat. Maybe the events have been murderless because now they're going to start killing each other.
She doesn't know what to believe, but she knows the katana has to come out of its short retirement and she can't sit quietly, so now before she leaves it gets put in its place on her back, comfortable hanging against her upper hip. She resumes her quiet patrols of the grounds and inside, going up to the roof first and surveying the land from all sides before making her way down, floor by floor, walking until the rooms go unoccupied before finding the stairs and going to the next. She moves unhurried, taking in what there is to take in, making note of who's where. She circles through tea rooms and both gyms, then sits in the foyer of the mansion quietly, earbuds in, device in hand, not really listening to anything but rather waiting to see what people talk about when they think no one can hear them.
Then, Michonne makes her way outside, patrolling around the woods, the lake, the beach and in the end, making her way through the gardens before finding herself standing on the front steps looking out.
She does this every day. Will it make a difference? Who knows. Maybe she sees or hears something and maybe she doesn't. But at least she's not sitting still. ]
((ooc: find michonne anywhere in the mansion and it should be fine! lmk on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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Where: Around the mansion
When: First half of September
Rating: PG-13 for language maybe.
Summary: None of this is sitting well with Michonne.
The Story:
[ For a little while now, Michonne's katana has been sitting on a shelf in the room she shares with Regina. They haven't had an event in a while now that tried to kill them, and so there it sat. Maybe the events have been murderless because now they're going to start killing each other.
She doesn't know what to believe, but she knows the katana has to come out of its short retirement and she can't sit quietly, so now before she leaves it gets put in its place on her back, comfortable hanging against her upper hip. She resumes her quiet patrols of the grounds and inside, going up to the roof first and surveying the land from all sides before making her way down, floor by floor, walking until the rooms go unoccupied before finding the stairs and going to the next. She moves unhurried, taking in what there is to take in, making note of who's where. She circles through tea rooms and both gyms, then sits in the foyer of the mansion quietly, earbuds in, device in hand, not really listening to anything but rather waiting to see what people talk about when they think no one can hear them.
Then, Michonne makes her way outside, patrolling around the woods, the lake, the beach and in the end, making her way through the gardens before finding herself standing on the front steps looking out.
She does this every day. Will it make a difference? Who knows. Maybe she sees or hears something and maybe she doesn't. But at least she's not sitting still. ]
((ooc: find michonne anywhere in the mansion and it should be fine! lmk on plurk at
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At least there's that. I'm bracing myself for knowin' there's nothing anyone can do here. But I worry about other people here. People I need to protect. You, Regina, others.
[ How can she protect anyone when a murderer can get away so clean? ]
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I'll be okay. Right now, I'm not about to be in a room alone with anyone I don't trust already.
( And the number of people she trusts is very small. )
Even if we figured out who the killer was, what could we do about it? If we killed 'em, they'd just come back.
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[ Even she and Rick didn't trust one another. Not for a while. Not until Carl gave his say so. ]
Don't know other than them knowin' we're always watching. I have no damn problem cuttin' off hands so they can't lay 'em on another person.
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( It takes a long time for people from their world to trust, and there's good reason for it. No one should have to live that way here though. It's supposed to be better, and it still is. No walkers, no raiders, but. )
Cutting off their hands would be a good start. But you're right. No one would trust them again after we figured out the truth. That'll have to be enough.
( Of course, the first step is figuring out who the hell did it. )
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[ Maybe that means nothing, but one thing's for damn sure: as long as the person is still around, if anyone gets hurt or killed, the mob's comin' after them first. ]