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riverview2017-04-12 08:51 am
dust_of_life) wrote in riverview2017-04-12 08:51 am
[VIDEO]; @fatima
[Fatima's life dictates that she has to carefully manage and regulate her appearance. It's a bit of a neurosis, really. She's had to dedicate much of the last few years to proving that she's every bit as capable and mature as a bunch of vampires who have seen more than a few centuries. The mortal girl is not going to sit at the kiddie table, thank you very much. Which means not looking like a kiddie.
She wears a lot of make up. Like, a lot. It's well done and attractive, certainly. But noticeably an inch thick. Her hair is pulled back in a braid today, draping over her left shoulder. But what really completes the "I'm not a child" look is the attitude. It's her carefully schooled expression, just the right amount of jaded blase, as if to say "I've seen too much to ever be wide-eyed again."
It's her first network post. She figures first impressions matter. Although this is not how she imagined greeting the network.]
Hey, Fatima Merali here.
[She's got a thick, West Coast accent. She even says her name in a disgustingly Americanized way.]
Los Angeles, 2009, for any of you keeping track of that kind of thing.
Listen. Has anyone seen or heard from Ray Palmer lately? It's like he just vanished.
She wears a lot of make up. Like, a lot. It's well done and attractive, certainly. But noticeably an inch thick. Her hair is pulled back in a braid today, draping over her left shoulder. But what really completes the "I'm not a child" look is the attitude. It's her carefully schooled expression, just the right amount of jaded blase, as if to say "I've seen too much to ever be wide-eyed again."
It's her first network post. She figures first impressions matter. Although this is not how she imagined greeting the network.]
Hey, Fatima Merali here.
[She's got a thick, West Coast accent. She even says her name in a disgustingly Americanized way.]
Los Angeles, 2009, for any of you keeping track of that kind of thing.
Listen. Has anyone seen or heard from Ray Palmer lately? It's like he just vanished.
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[Except for Fatima's Order, of course. But they're far away right now.]
What's your name, Samaritan?
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[And that's all she's getting.]
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[If nothing else, living among Cainites had given her an appreciation for literary puns.]
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[He has heard this at least a million times during his teenage years alone.]
Look, Merali, I'll do you a favor and see what I can dig up. We can talk about what the info's worth to you later, but if it relates to the locals then it's gonna be worth a pretty fair amount.
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[Next, he'll be asking her to find the queen in a shell game.]
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[Honestly? He just has nothing dubiously moral to do, and that makes him antsy.]
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She smirks.]
I work in the greenhouses. The most I can do for you is grow some pot, and only if you get me seeds.
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[He can get harder shit himself but hey... free drugs are free drugs. Even if the waiting period will be annoying.]
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Unless you'd rather have pineapples. I can get you those right away.
To eat or sit on or do whatever you want to do with pineapples.