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re_alignment_logs2012-06-30 07:50 pm
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Something Worthwhile
Who: Annie, OPEN TO ALL
Where: The Junk Pile
What: Annie is scavenging for items for herself and others
When: Just less than a week after arriving on Cybertron, over the span of a few days
Warnings: None yet? Potential for adorable and violence alike.
Note: Everyone that posts will get an individualized response. Annie might be catching a nap, digging somewhere deeper, or doing all sorts of different things for the days she’ll be searching.
Hiding away in the refuge provided by Nexus would not solve anything in the end, though it had certainly given her time to think and adjust somewhat to the extraordinary surroundings in which she had found herself. She is on new planet, with new people of both a robotic and organic nature. It is all so surreal, especially considering that her final memories of her time in Gotham had been of her death. The memories were painful, and without fail had haunted her each time she attempted to sleep for very long.
Annie could only stand to be in one place for so long, even with such a big room to wander through.
So setting off for the Junk Pile, she had put her mind to focusing on gathering supplies. Walking steadily until arriving at her destination, she rested briefly at the edge of the Junk Pile before starting the hunt for useful items. Rather quickly she was fortunate to enough to find a duffle bag to use for carrying her finds with her.
Even if she could be of no particular use to anyone, Annie would at least do her best to give herself a purpose. She didn’t want to run away forever.
Where: The Junk Pile
What: Annie is scavenging for items for herself and others
When: Just less than a week after arriving on Cybertron, over the span of a few days
Warnings: None yet? Potential for adorable and violence alike.
Note: Everyone that posts will get an individualized response. Annie might be catching a nap, digging somewhere deeper, or doing all sorts of different things for the days she’ll be searching.
Hiding away in the refuge provided by Nexus would not solve anything in the end, though it had certainly given her time to think and adjust somewhat to the extraordinary surroundings in which she had found herself. She is on new planet, with new people of both a robotic and organic nature. It is all so surreal, especially considering that her final memories of her time in Gotham had been of her death. The memories were painful, and without fail had haunted her each time she attempted to sleep for very long.
Annie could only stand to be in one place for so long, even with such a big room to wander through.
So setting off for the Junk Pile, she had put her mind to focusing on gathering supplies. Walking steadily until arriving at her destination, she rested briefly at the edge of the Junk Pile before starting the hunt for useful items. Rather quickly she was fortunate to enough to find a duffle bag to use for carrying her finds with her.
Even if she could be of no particular use to anyone, Annie would at least do her best to give herself a purpose. She didn’t want to run away forever.
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Searching through the junk was not particularly tiring for her, but having gone without sleep as long as she could manage had done the trick. Reluctantly, she caved into the need for sleep and had settled there. Laying on her side with her head resting on one arm and her other arm wrapped over her duffle bag to keep it close in front of her, she had managed to slip into an uneasy rest.
As always, the sleep would not last. The nightmares have crept forward in her mind and cause subtle tremors in her figure. Her hand tightens against her duffle bag as she tucks her head further forward with a quiet whimper.
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He does, too, unfortunately.
He hasn't seen any predators out here, anything dangerous but then again, he doesn't look like an appealing target, in any possible way. Annie...might be different.
He settles himself, gingerly, drawing the Great Sword and holding it cradled in his arms as he sits down beside where she's sleeping.
He can at least do that much, though a little girl waking to a rusting robot is...probably not good.
1/2
Within half an hour, the quiet is broken when Annie startles awake out of her nightmare. Taking in a deep gasp of air as though she had been starved of it, her dark eyes snap open wide as she gives a kick with her legs to push back from her duffle bag to escape a threat that had never been there. Scrambling to sit herself up in that same rush, she shifts some of the items in her movements and is reminded of her current reality as they provide sensory that is incongruent with her assumptions.
Glancing down at the discards beneath her, she begins to shake off the wispy trails of her dream and get a handle on the fright it left behind.
2/2
Rather than alarming her further as Drift may have expected though, she seems soothed by his familiar presence as her shoulders come down and her back loses some of the rigidity to it. Almost breathless as she begins to speak, her words gain back their normal strength, "...D-Drift? What...w-what are you doing here?"
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Maybe he was the thing that didn't fit. He'd spent most of his life in the gutters, after all. He wasn't used to seeing stars.
When Annie tensed the first time, he looked, caught by the movement, concerned that some predator had gotten her. It's not, and he turns back to the sky, giving her the privacy of her own sleep, until she addresses him.
It's hard to look comforting when you're still slowly rusting, but he tries.
"Keeping watch. I thought you wouldn't mind."
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She had not forgotten for a moment that she had parted from Drift with him in an ill state. By the looks of it, he hasn't improved, but he hasn't really gotten worse either. To her, that meant he still should be with the medic that Wing had spoken of that could help him.
Certainly of all things he shouldn't be wasting his effort on her.
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"Pharma's working on a cure. Until then, I think he wants me to leave him alone."
He can't figure out why Pharma doesn't like him. That also seems a bit personal. Maybe he was upset Drift leaked on his Medibay.
"What are you doing out here?"
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With her nightmares quickly fading from her thoughts while focused on Drift settled there near her, Annie lifts her head a little more when asked about her presence in the junk piles.
Though a bit confused by the question, she answers plainly, "I came out to look for food and water...or anything else that might be useful."
It makes her wonder...should she not have come out to the junk piles? She had met Korra out here earlier, so it didn't seem as if humans were unwelcome.
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"Have you found any?" From what he remembers of human food it seems improbable to find ready meals out here, but, well...being here was pretty 'impossible', too.
More importantly, "Have you seen anything dangerous?" However she chooses to define it.
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Then when asked regarding whether or not she has seen anything dangerous, Annie gives a shake of her head only to stop, "Well no...n-not unless you mean dangerous things in the junk. I-I haven't seen anyone except you and Korra out here."
Quite a lot of the items she had come across were things that she could not recognize or name, and a good deal of the mass in many piles were material items like the metal sheets the two of them had woken up buried beneath. More important to her though is that she had not encountered any threatening people so far during her search, such as the biker gang that Robin had saved her from when they met.
Something like that, she just wouldn't know how to respond to unless she could run. Even then, she might not manage to get away.
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"I don't think a can is going to last you very long." Just saying. But hey, he has swords so if you want that can open, he's your mech.
"There's water up north, well, ice, really, by Liege's palace. There has to be a way to make that usable." What it is, he has no idea.
"Have you found any gasoline? One of the others was looking for it." And explosives, but he's pretty sure she wouldn't recognize those. But if she was from Earth, she'd likely recognize a gas can.
He considers for a long moment, staring at the rolling hills of junk. "I haven't seen any, but I know there are dangerous things. In my world, scraplets, Insecticons, a whole bunch of dangerous, vicious things. It makes no sense that the Lambda would pull through all this stuff," he waves a hand over the horizon, "but nothing bad."