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maskormenacelogs2016-10-02 05:17 pm
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raise the gab above a whisper
WHO: Elliot Alderson & Cosima Niehaus
WHERE: de Chima housing.
WHEN: Start of October
WHAT: idk friendship or whatever.
WARNINGS: Drug use, general Elliot warnings, possible spoilers for their canons, etc.
[ He probably at least texted her first, a simple 420? before it was his turn to show up and drag her off, along the trail behind the imPort housing. She's only two houses down from him, so it's kind of like having a neighbor. Like Shayla was — but also nothing like Shayla was.
He already rolled the spliffs at home, careful, cutting the weed with a little tobacco and keeping the paper tight. It kept his mind off actually being the one to approach someone, though it's not like this is without purpose. He needs clever minds to help him understand the nanotech in the tattoos, and maybe also there are deeper urges, someone else pulling a lever that says yes, that person.
But Cosima requires a delicate instrument rather than a hammer or a gun, so it is Eliot and not Mr Robot walking alongside her. He dresses to blend in just as much as in New York; at home that meant his uniform of hoodie through converse, here it's a leather jacket over a soft flannel, his black jeans far less tightly cut. Just like back home he would have found the derelict corners of the city and headed there, in de Chima he goes bush instead, down a trail he's already explored on his own and out to an abandoned road. There is a welcome silence here in nature, and he isn't really the type to break it for the sake of breaking it, lighting up and taking a long drag before offering it across to Cosima. ]
WHERE: de Chima housing.
WHEN: Start of October
WHAT: idk friendship or whatever.
WARNINGS: Drug use, general Elliot warnings, possible spoilers for their canons, etc.
[ He probably at least texted her first, a simple 420? before it was his turn to show up and drag her off, along the trail behind the imPort housing. She's only two houses down from him, so it's kind of like having a neighbor. Like Shayla was — but also nothing like Shayla was.
He already rolled the spliffs at home, careful, cutting the weed with a little tobacco and keeping the paper tight. It kept his mind off actually being the one to approach someone, though it's not like this is without purpose. He needs clever minds to help him understand the nanotech in the tattoos, and maybe also there are deeper urges, someone else pulling a lever that says yes, that person.
But Cosima requires a delicate instrument rather than a hammer or a gun, so it is Eliot and not Mr Robot walking alongside her. He dresses to blend in just as much as in New York; at home that meant his uniform of hoodie through converse, here it's a leather jacket over a soft flannel, his black jeans far less tightly cut. Just like back home he would have found the derelict corners of the city and headed there, in de Chima he goes bush instead, down a trail he's already explored on his own and out to an abandoned road. There is a welcome silence here in nature, and he isn't really the type to break it for the sake of breaking it, lighting up and taking a long drag before offering it across to Cosima. ]
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When Elliot arrives, she follows his lead, as they make their way to the mostly abandoned trail. She can't help but observe how well he's adapting to life in De Chima, his change of wardrobe that make him blend in with the locals, how easily he finds the trail she never knew existed. It's impressive, in a way, though it makes her wonder why he wants to make such an effort.
Cosima doesn't bother to try to fit in, as evidenced by her refusal to stop wearing her signature red coat and hairstyle even if it makes her one of the more noticeable ImPorts. Cosima's not that great at silence either, her bracelets jangling as she takes the joint from Elliot.]
Thanks, man. This was a good idea.
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[ He watches her, as much a mystery to him as he must be to her. Elliot likes to think about how people tick, likes to peer into their personal lives with the detachment of a surgeon dipping gloved fingers into a body, but he doesn't really get people. Even smart people who aren't afraid to stand out, like Darlene or Cosima. ]
I like it out here. At least for now. In spring there would probably be too many bugs.
[ He isn't an outdoors person, but the silence of a walk is nice, the peaceful alienness of trees. ]
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Summer too. Basically, this whole place is miserably hot from May through August. Makes me miss San Francisco summers.