[ so far, her day has been a big pile of NOPE. nope this is not her life this is not fucking happening. she is not meant to be running around at all, never mind in a place that looks like it comes from some really shitty niche TV show she would never watch in a million years because she's not a nerd, thanks.
six has, at least, given up trying to keep herself in five inch stilettos while trying to shoulder her massive bag that contains way too many not-properly-working electronics to be of any fucking help right now. her laptop is dead. her tablet and phone are both hooked up to networks that she has never seen in her life with new apps that she tried to delete seven times over because they're not even remotely familiar and how did anyone break into her phone and tablet to even do that in the first place? she carries the heels by the heels, hand so tightly wrapped around them that they're causing indents in her palm, and god she is fucking pissed. she is supposed to be meeting one, discussing plans instead of stalking around in some fog in nothing but socks. she's already had a run in with some creepy ass op as shit bear, what more could go wrong with her day?
well... the sirens could go, for one. the noise has her almost jumping out of her skin - which, thank fuck no one can probably see her in this pea soup because that was fucking embarrassing - and has her boots flying out of her hand.
fog lets go
six has, at least, given up trying to keep herself in five inch stilettos while trying to shoulder her massive bag that contains way too many not-properly-working electronics to be of any fucking help right now. her laptop is dead. her tablet and phone are both hooked up to networks that she has never seen in her life with new apps that she tried to delete seven times over because they're not even remotely familiar and how did anyone break into her phone and tablet to even do that in the first place? she carries the heels by the heels, hand so tightly wrapped around them that they're causing indents in her palm, and god she is fucking pissed. she is supposed to be meeting one, discussing plans instead of stalking around in some fog in nothing but socks. she's already had a run in with some creepy ass op as shit bear, what more could go wrong with her day?
well... the sirens could go, for one. the noise has her almost jumping out of her skin - which, thank fuck no one can probably see her in this pea soup because that was fucking embarrassing - and has her boots flying out of her hand.
possibly right towards henry. maybe. ]