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 Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 11:08 pm
For some reason, she had wrapped her entire face in a scarf, save enough space for two eyes to peer through. She wasn't even wearing her Hunter coat, just an oversized sweater and sweatpants. It was also to be noted that she wasn't even wearing shoes.
"Okay," she said, pulling out a giant oversized bag, that was looking very beat up and tattered, "this better be her last favour." She pulled out a book, and began to flip through the pages. "How much do you know."
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 11:11 pm
She looked ridiculous, and the poor thing wasn't even wearing her shoes. But, it was kind of precious. Were he not requiring her knowledge, he'd tease her about it. For now, he looked fairly baffled, scratching his head with a grimace. "About what, exactly? Sam sent me some video mail about a thing I was supposed to keep safe, but I ain't got the thing. I thought she was supposed to be dead.. like.. I saw her die." But then there was that woman who looked like her, who said she had her... did she? Was Sam in trouble?
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 11:13 pm
She stopped flipping through her pages. "Um," she said, "just so I know we're on the same page, which Sam are we talking about?"
There was a pause. "Also I really need to go pee can I use your toilet?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 11:26 pm
"...there's two?" Otto blinked. "I mean.. I only know one. She was in Death. Black hair... fancy clothes?" His brows knitted together uncertainly. "Oh um.. yeah. Over there.." He pointed to the other end of the room. He really hoped that wasn't a ploy to jump out a window. He wasn't keen on chasing people, especially girls, and especially out of two story windows.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 11:37 pm
She gave him as suspicious a look as she could between all the scarf. "No peeking." And, making sure she packed everything into the bag, she, bag and all, went to use the washroom.
There was a flush, the sound of water being rinsed, and she was back.
"Okay, two Sams." She flipped a few hundred pages, then around twenty pages back, then a few pages forward. "Right. Here. Well, that's still very unspecific. Can you give me some more details to work with?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 11:45 pm
Otto groaned and rubbed his face. "More specific?" At least she hadnt run away, but now he really wanted to know what was in that bag of hers. It was huge. "I dunno. She's..." He tried to think back, "Pretentious? Real prissy. Like.. as if she's some high class lady or something." Was Sam 2 really as similar as Sam 1? "She was in that Ouroboros game thing with me, where we all got broadcast on the TVs on Deus. That was the same day she died." Or possibly died. This was getting confusing. "There was this Charlotte girl there and she got her head blown off."
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 12:55 am
"What?" She pressed a hand to her forehead, and then realized it was covered by scarf, searched around awkwardly for somewhere to put her hand, before placing it on her chin, "They were both in the game. They were both being broadcasted, Otto, you are seriously the worst at this."
She suddenly put a hand to her mouth as if she had said a huge slip-up.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 1:25 am
"Both.... Sams?" Otto's brows furrowed. He was feeling incredibly stupid. Was it really as obvious as this girl was saying? "I don't really get it." He huffed, losing patience. "I don't get it at all.."
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 2:06 am
She seemed super relieved that Otto didn't notice the true slip up, and was quick to respond him and change topic. "Oh yes, both Sams. There's supposed to be at least one at a time. You-know-who confuses them all the time, but he's part of the reason it was created. The project."
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 3:18 pm
" You know who?" Otto's brow twitched. "Is it really all that necessary you keep talkin' like you're in code?" He felt as if he'd walked in on a movie that was already half way through. "Who's he? What ******** project? Are we even on the same page here?" Or maybe Otto was just that terrible at catching clues.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 4:39 pm
A pair of equally confused eyes stared back at Otto. Then, she began to flip back several hundred pages until she was at page one. "Okay, so Sam." she began, "you're familiar with good cop bad cop right? So we decided to make it a game. Sam is the good cop, Charlotte is the bad cop. You with me so far?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 6:20 pm
Otto nodded. "Um.. yeah sure. Got it" Wait.... game?
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 7:17 pm
"Game," she repeated, just in case Otto was a particularly special case. It was hard to tell how much she actually knew about him, though if the book was anything to go by, Otto probably had a small pamphlet dedicated to him alone, "you know, a mechanism. A way of working the system."
As she kept on drawing blank expressions, she finally sighed. "Okay here, I'll show you." From the bag she drew out two wigs, one black, one gold. She put the black cropped wig on first, right over her scarved head. "So right now, I'm Sam." Then, she removed it and haphazardly put the one with long gold curls over so that it covered half her face. "And now I'm Charlotte. A game."
A pause. "You know, in case of death, accident, injury, liability, harm-" she was totally reading off the bottom of her book page.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 4:51 am
Wigs... Wigs!? Otto's face went from blank, to horrified, to disgruntled. He had so many issues with this, and even more questions and blanks that needed answering and filling. Otto was indeed a special case when it came to solving riddles and problems. "So.. Sam and Charlotte.. they're the same person? Or are there just a bunch of chicks dressing up like each others for shits and giggles?" He cocked a brow high, his scowl impatient as usual. "What the ******** is the point of your game?" And why did he feel like he'd been toyed with somehow?
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 12:29 pm
"No, no, the were originally actually just two, because one of them died, we had to make backups." She tilted her head. "Is this making any sense to you because I could just go ahead and um, meet you later, or maybe never meet you, or just crawl into a small hole." A pause. "Also I think I forgot my shoes."
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