[See Shaw. See Shaw use her newly-acquired Security expertise to open the door to one of the security centers and... well, not light up, exactly, but her pupils definitely dilate and her mouth curves up in a small half-smile. Ah, yes. This is absolutely what she'd picked the Security Data Point for. Good job, Agra 10.]
Now that's what I'm talking about.
[She breathes, hoisting up one of the glowing guns with her hands, testing the weight and feel of it. And then, practically salivating with anticipation, she heads straight for the shooting range. Sorry to anyone else who might be interested in using the space, but she's definitely going to be here for a while. Care to share?]
II. Network (Audio)
[Lo, it's Shaw's first appearance on the network, after doing a few days' worth of non-contributory stalking. She sounds a little weary, a little withdrawn, and a little more muted than even her usual deadpan affect - but she's making some small attempt to be social, and that's more than she's done since everything fell apart at home.]
Okay, not to complain about the wonders of technology or whatever--
[Absolutely to complain about that, she loves to complain about that; don't even kid yourself, Shaw.]
-- but this crappy faux-food nutri-paste? Not doing it for me. First of all, texture and form and being able to take more than just one bite is a big part of eating, and it shouldn't be overlooked for the sake of efficiency; second of all, who the hell took a look at our limited flavor options and wasted one of them on wheat? Wheat is an important culinary staple, but it's not a flavor. It took me like three days to figure out what it even was. Hey, Agrii? In case you're still taking notes? Pretty disappointed over here. Thanks.
III. Storm
[It's one thing to be told about the storms, but it's another thing entirely to experience them for yourself - particularly when you're caught away from adequate shelter in the outskirts of the city. Shaw tries to hunker down inside a half-destroyed building, but there's no real ceiling and the walls are crumbling and so the wind whips in regardless, battering her and anyone else who might be squeezing in nearby.
It could be worse, she thinks. She has a jacket that cuts the chill, and she's picked up a scarf and a sweater to wear underneath. This is annoying and unpleasant, but she'll make it through just fine.
But then, not long after it starts, she sees them: across the street and down a ways, but instantly recognizable as they walk together. Twomen. A woman. A dog.]
Wait!
[Shaw scrambles to her feet and surges forward - out of the ruins, and away from shelter.]
Sameen Shaw | Person of Interest
[See Shaw. See Shaw use her newly-acquired Security expertise to open the door to one of the security centers and... well, not light up, exactly, but her pupils definitely dilate and her mouth curves up in a small half-smile. Ah, yes. This is absolutely what she'd picked the Security Data Point for. Good job, Agra 10.]
Now that's what I'm talking about.
[She breathes, hoisting up one of the glowing guns with her hands, testing the weight and feel of it. And then, practically salivating with anticipation, she heads straight for the shooting range. Sorry to anyone else who might be interested in using the space, but she's definitely going to be here for a while. Care to share?]
II. Network (Audio)
[Lo, it's Shaw's first appearance on the network, after doing a few days' worth of non-contributory stalking. She sounds a little weary, a little withdrawn, and a little more muted than even her usual deadpan affect - but she's making some small attempt to be social, and that's more than she's done since everything fell apart at home.]
Okay, not to complain about the wonders of technology or whatever--
[Absolutely to complain about that, she loves to complain about that; don't even kid yourself, Shaw.]
-- but this crappy faux-food nutri-paste? Not doing it for me. First of all, texture and form and being able to take more than just one bite is a big part of eating, and it shouldn't be overlooked for the sake of efficiency; second of all, who the hell took a look at our limited flavor options and wasted one of them on wheat? Wheat is an important culinary staple, but it's not a flavor. It took me like three days to figure out what it even was. Hey, Agrii? In case you're still taking notes? Pretty disappointed over here. Thanks.
III. Storm
[It's one thing to be told about the storms, but it's another thing entirely to experience them for yourself - particularly when you're caught away from adequate shelter in the outskirts of the city. Shaw tries to hunker down inside a half-destroyed building, but there's no real ceiling and the walls are crumbling and so the wind whips in regardless, battering her and anyone else who might be squeezing in nearby.
It could be worse, she thinks. She has a jacket that cuts the chill, and she's picked up a scarf and a sweater to wear underneath. This is annoying and unpleasant, but she'll make it through just fine.
But then, not long after it starts, she sees them: across the street and down a ways, but instantly recognizable as they walk together. Two men. A woman. A dog.]
Wait!
[Shaw scrambles to her feet and surges forward - out of the ruins, and away from shelter.]
Wait, hold up, it's me! I'm over here!