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003 | Video + Action
[ The video starts out shaking, the view beginning with a brief shot of Sharon's stained boots (brilliant red spatters) and the dirt floor beneath, but it's soon shifted up. The focus settles on a fire engine red box, nearly a foot in length, that rests against the wall of one of the buildings. The lid has a strange symbol painted on it, a triple moon, and after she's certain people have gotten a good look, she kicks open the box, lid flopping back. The workmanship on the box is shoddy at best, but that's not what you're supposed to be noticing.
No, what you're supposed to be noticing is that the rectangular box is filled with a variety of items. There appears to be cloth, canned goods, a blade, and a canteen stuffed within, among other things. ]
There are a handful of these caches throughout the city. You spot the symbol [ She kicks the box again, and it rattles as the lid falls shut, the symbol back into frame. ] You'll find a box nearby. In it should be enough goodies to help you survive if you're ever caught off guard when the shit hits the fan here. There's also a healing trinket in each one, thanks to Kate and Carlisle, along with instructions on how to use it.
[ She pulls back, lifting the camera up to show another of the triple moon symbols on the wall in red paint. It's not large, but the bright red is enough to catch an eye or two. She doesn't turn the camera to her face as she continues to speak, leaving everyone to enjoy paint drying. ]
You use something from it, you put it back when you can. I won't be doing rounds to check on these things often, so if you fuck someone over by being a dick, that's on you. [ This is obviously the perfect place to end the post. No goodbye. No sign off. Yeah. She's good at this. ]
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[ And, for those who wish to encounter Sharon in person, she can be found throughout the city, painting the symbol on various walls, about eye level for those of an average height. She may also be found stocking any one of the red boxes. So, come over, have a chat, or criticize her on her shoddy workmanship. ]
No, what you're supposed to be noticing is that the rectangular box is filled with a variety of items. There appears to be cloth, canned goods, a blade, and a canteen stuffed within, among other things. ]
There are a handful of these caches throughout the city. You spot the symbol [ She kicks the box again, and it rattles as the lid falls shut, the symbol back into frame. ] You'll find a box nearby. In it should be enough goodies to help you survive if you're ever caught off guard when the shit hits the fan here. There's also a healing trinket in each one, thanks to Kate and Carlisle, along with instructions on how to use it.
[ She pulls back, lifting the camera up to show another of the triple moon symbols on the wall in red paint. It's not large, but the bright red is enough to catch an eye or two. She doesn't turn the camera to her face as she continues to speak, leaving everyone to enjoy paint drying. ]
You use something from it, you put it back when you can. I won't be doing rounds to check on these things often, so if you fuck someone over by being a dick, that's on you. [ This is obviously the perfect place to end the post. No goodbye. No sign off. Yeah. She's good at this. ]
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[ And, for those who wish to encounter Sharon in person, she can be found throughout the city, painting the symbol on various walls, about eye level for those of an average height. She may also be found stocking any one of the red boxes. So, come over, have a chat, or criticize her on her shoddy workmanship. ]
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Hello there!
[She approaches with a smile and a jar of dried up, edible something that she made a bunch of after the demon thing.]
Thought I'd come find you. This is a really good idea you've had. Really thoughtful.
[It's exactly the kind of thoughtfulness Faith finds comfort in, because it speaks to a mind that's thinking a few steps ahead, planning for problems, working to minimize loss of life. The stuff Faith lives for, now that she's done fighting.]
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Uh, thanks, Faith. [ She's not a girl who takes to compliments well. She ducks her head, looking back at the older woman. ] I figured it was a good way to spend my time.
[ And apologize for what she's done to people. BUT WHATEVER. ]
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It's good to know who you fight for, who you want to protect.]
I'd say so. [A small laugh.] Brought somethin'. Only got enough for one box, but now I know where they are, I can make more and stock the others up. [She holds up the jar before settling it next to the blanket.
As she straightens, she's silent, and when she speaks again, she's still looking at the box and its contents.] Haven't talked to Sorrow yet. Thought maybe it'd be good to know what sorts of things you'd asked him. Don't want to be redundant if it means I can try somethin' different to see what I can get.
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I've spoken to him as little as possible. Every conversation with him usually ends in threats. [ On either end, though it's usually her own. ] I've asked what he knows about the Door, he's confirmed that he could close it, effectively shutting our way home, but keeping others from being brought in. I've tried suggesting he send those of us who need to go home, home, but he didn't like that idea, either.
[ Each word becomes more bitter than the last, thoughtful guarded expression turning more towards fury. Sorrow is such a huge dickbag. ] The more of us, the better for them.
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Hate to say it, but his logic's good. For him an' the others, anyway. [She crosses her arms, shrugs.] Can't fight with him on his own turf, then.
[How do you argue with someone who's pure logic? Faith purses her lips. Extreme illogic? A trade? ...god, but Faith would hate to make someone sad, even if it'd mean getting information that could help them work the Door. No, there's got to be another way.]
I'm thinkg the colosseum's got to be some sort of locus? A focal point? That's where we all came in from. Has anyone looked there before I did?
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You could try to trade with him, sorrow for information. [ Like what she'd done with Fear. ] Fear was open to it, so maybe Sorrow will be, too.
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Those are the people she's hoping to find, after all.]
Ooh, I... [She presses her lips together, shakes her head.] Maybe me own? Don't want to make anyone feel sorrow for my sake. If it were me, though. Just me? I think I could do that.
[Because you don't become sunshine for people without locking up all your storm clouds.]
I like the way you think, Sharon. Bright girl.
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It'll depend. He might ask for your sorrow, but he might ask for someone else's. Fear was... kind enough [ The twist of her expression seems to indicate that she didn't view his options as any kindness. ] to give me options; maybe Sorrow will do the same for you.
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Mmm. Worth a shot. Could always say no if I don't get a good deal. [Faith shoots Sharon a wry grin, but there's no teasing in her eyes.] You took a big personal risk to deal with Fear. Anyone ever tell you how brave that is? And how clever? [She chuckles.] Because if not, then there you have it.
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I, uh... No, no one has told me that, but... Thank you, Faith. [ The smile she passes the older woman is tight, not all there. ] I'll probably do it again sometime; I didn't get all I wanted from him.
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It's the truth. [Faith shrugs, like it's obvious.] Should compare notes, you and I. Assumin' I get anything from Sorrow. Better go start thinking about what I'll say, actually. See you 'round?
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See you. [ She hopes that Faith can get something out of Sorrow because she sure as hell couldn't—not enough to count for much. ]