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bakerstreet2013-05-23 02:05 am
madeofsocks) wrote in bakerstreet2013-05-23 02:05 am
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"How Did You Get Those?" Meme
The HOW DID YOU GET THOSE? Meme
> Post a description of your muse's most prominent scars/tattoos/etc
> Tag to other people, reacting to their marks
> Pick a prompt below if you're at a loss for why your muses are half nekkid around each other.
1. LOCKER ROOM. Or communal showers, or dressing room, or maybe just the aftermath of a really great party. You didn't mean for your eyes to wander while they were getting changed...
2. THE BEACH. Substitute "indoor pool" if you're in a particularly cold part of the world. Wow, that swimming costume really doesn't leave much to the imagination...
3. INJURY. Congratulations, you've got a new scar to add to the collection! And asking about the older ones is a perfectly legitimate tactic for keeping you distracted while they patch up the latest one...
4. EARLY MORNING. Or late night perhaps...either way, they're too sleepy to notice that those PJs aren't doing too much for public decency...
5. PRE-SEX. Sure, you'll get back to the business at hand in a minute, but right now you're curious...
6. THE MORNING AFTER. Wow, how dark was it in that bedroom? Or were you just really drunk? Either way, you'd swear half of those weren't there last night...
7. WILDCARD. None of the above, or all of the above, or maybe something else entirely. Fabric-eating bacteria ate their clothes? Acid rain?
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[Unfortunately, the oddly vague response has set off some red flags for Lara. After everything that's happened, she's slow to really trust other people, and though her initial enthusiasm let her drop her guard for a moment, she's suddenly wary of the other woman. She looks tough, and if she was a soldier or something to that effect, that implies that she isn't anymore. That could mean any number of things, but there's enough bad possibilities in there to worry over.
At this time of day, in this area, a communal shower was just the easier option. You'd have to get a hotel room or something to get your own shower, and with the only other options from that being a communal shower or trying to wash off in a fueling station bathroom sink, this was just the best way to go. Actually, taking a room would have been the best option, but she's on the move, and the hotels around here aren't likely to be any better than a sink. Plus, a big communal shower like this, assuming there aren't that many people in it, provides room to maneuver and multiple exits. Lara wishes details like that weren't selling points for her.
Still, she's silently wishing she'd just used a sink. She has no real reason to distrust Samus, of course, but neither does she have any real reason to trust her right now, either. She's far less spartan in her washing, mostly because she doesn't anticipate getting this chance again any time soon, so there's little to no reason to hold back. So she scrubs off with the soap as quickly and thoroughly as she can over her clothes, trying to get them clean in the process. In doing so, most of the mud and dirt on her has washed away to reveal all the old bruises and scars stretching across her limbs: many scratches and old tooth marks along her legs, a discoloration from a rusty old bear trap closing over her boots, scars along her arms and hands, similar marks across her face, just a lot of old damage. It's hard to tell the full extent beneath the water and soap, but there's enough visible to guess it wasn't much fun. All the while, Lara takes quick glances at Samus every now and then. The woman looks like she could easily outmatch her in strength, but it's hard to judge how fast she'd be, especially on these floors.
When Lara realizes she's thinking about the best way to try and disarm and escape the other woman, who looks for all the world like she's just trying to have a goddamn shower, she sighs heavily and slumps against the wall.
This is ridiculous. She's not in the wilderness anymore, this woman isn't some maniac trying to kill her, she's back in (more or less) civilization, and she should really just focus on trying to get clean, and maybe to try not to come across as a paranoid bitch in the process.]
You seem rather young to have retired.
[... Shit. So much for that.]
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That's because I didn't. I left when I was young to be a bounty hunter.
[Samus deduces she can probably take Lara in a fight... if she was a normal human. There's no telling what kind of circumstances might be behind this meeting. Perhaps it's just chance? Perhaps the Federation no longer sees her as worth the trouble? Making the first move would be an unwise decision, especially if this other woman wasn't actually a threat.]
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[Lara isn't sure whether to be relieved by that or not. 'Bounty Hunter' is distinctly different from 'Assassin' or 'Mercenary', assuming the literal definitions of any of those titles are followed, and Lara is pretty certain that she doesn't have any prices on her head, but you never know, really.
Still, the woman is naked and unarmed. Lara doesn't have any weapons on her, either, but being clothed is an advantage if your objective is escape. She might get some weird looks when she leaves for being soaking wet and still a little soapy, but it would be far less conspicuous than being stark naked. That's not even to touch on the difference in height. So, at least that's a little bit of a relief.
Lara's shoulders relax a bit, and she takes her time with gingerly washing around a couple of more recent scratches on her arm. Still, she continues to glance in the direction of the other woman at intervals, just to make sure she's staying over there.]
I can't say that you don't look suited to the work.
[And the other woman likely had her reasons to leave the military, too. She seemed to have been implying she left voluntarily, so that would probably exclude a dishonorable discharge. Maybe a philosophical disagreement? If she was drafted, she probably wouldn't have been allowed to leave easily, but neither would she have been able to easily take on a job that would make her well known by whatever government she served, assuming the bounties she catches are posted by said government.]
... How young were you, if you don't mind my asking?
[She doesn't seem much older than Lara, but to have left the military when she was "young", does she just mean a few years ago, or a decade ago? It might just be a frivolous detail, but Lara's curious.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, it occurs to her that she's basically been interrogating this poor woman without even offering her name. She feels a little bad about it, but, well. In the very unlikely event that there IS some sort of bounty out there on her head, and in the event that this woman would both be aware of and willing to pursue said bounty when she clearly was not prepared to do so when she came here, giving out her name would be a bad idea.
God, she couldn't much better personify paranoia if she had tin foil on her head.]
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[And it wasn't until after she had turned twenty that she was called in to deal with her first mission on Zebes. This was a lot to share. Perhaps it was time to turn it around. Samus takes her wash cloth, and this time is a little more liberal with her soap than she was before.]
Those look like they could easily be infected. Do you have antiseptics with you?
[Now she'll be the one asking questions. Though Samus is quite used to answering questions (especially while giving mission reports), in a situation like this it's better to be controlling the conversation. It's a small position of power that may lend to a more favorable outcome. She doesn't intend to use this maliciously, but instead to keep away from unnecessary conflict. It would be troublesome to provoke a fight if this woman isn't even an enemy.
Moreover this girl seems to be nervous, and perhaps a kind gesture can ease those worries. It's not unlike Samus to extend a helping hand to those in need, but usually those in need are victims of the bounties she hunts. There may always be exceptions to the rule, she supposes.]
sorry for the delay, it's been hectic
[Lara nods at the answer to her question, considering that for a moment. She's prevented from thinking too hard about it by Samus's question, though, and the fact that she's being scrutinized is suddenly far more apparent to her. She looks at her arms and back at Samus, trying not to look as nervous as she feels.]
Oh, yes, my friend has some in her bag.
[She frowns a little, wondering if she should have kept it to herself that Sam was around, prohibited from entering the shower with Lara due to Lara's suspicion that Sam's video camera would come with her.
Well, as long as she doesn't give out any specifics, it shouldn't be a problem. She quickly redirects the conversation toward the path of least resistance to keep from having to talk about her.]
I've had worse. A few more scratches won't kill me.
It's not a problem
[Well Lara did use "friend." This is sounding more and more like someone who isn't threatening to Samus. She wonders what a girl like this is doing here. It may very well be none of her business, but if this girl has a reason to be defensive then it's a mystery why she left her partner alone? Perhaps she can take care of herself? If that's the case then Samus has no reason to meddle.]