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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/24/2018 8:12:59 PM
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[i]She hoped... oh she hoped.[/i]
[b]You do not mind my staying here?[/b]
[i]She tapped, just to confirm.
Even if it was slightly dangerous, she was in no condition to fight yet, let alone find a place to live. She didn’t have any of her gear either, no armor, no sword, no pistol, no knives, no submachine gun.[/i]
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<No, I do not. You can stay as long as you wish.>
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[b]Thank you again.[/b] [i]She tapped out rapidly. Though Alice couldn’t see it, she smiled tiredly. For the time being, she had a place to rest and lay low. Now she just had to get some gear and hope to God that Inferno and his men didn’t find her...[/i]
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*Alice sensed the curve of Racheal’s lips and used her finger to trace an invisible smile on her own snout.*
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[i]The machine was amusing, she had to admit that. Stretching out carefully, so as to make sure she wouldn’t hurt herself, Rachael shifted on the couch. Getting comfortable was a dangerous game, but she could deal with falling asleep if, or rather, when, it happened.[/i]
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*She got off of the couch to give Racheal more room.* [u]I will be in my room. If you need anything then just hit the table. We will see about getting food for you tomorrow.[/u]
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[i]Rachael nodded to Alice, before stretching out to take up the entire couch. She’d never expected a couch to feel so comfortable, and it was a welcome change. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she passed out, exhaustion taking its toll.[/i]
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*She left Rachael alone in the living room and left the door to her own room open just a bit.*
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[i]It didn’t take long for the mute woman to completely pass out. Exhaustion had finally caught up to her, and she no longer had to run from anything. Besides, a warm couch was a whole lot better than either a hospital bed or being strapped into a metal chair and cut up.[/i]
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(Timeskip?)
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[spoiler]Yeah sure [/spoiler]
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*At around 9:30 in the morning, if the woman was awake she would hear a shower turn on as Alice began to bathe herself. Most would assume that androids didn’t need to clean themselves, but Alice was different in the fact that she was essentially a Swiffer Duster from the neck down.*
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[i]She heard the shower kick on, and that was enough to rouse her. Her past life had taught her always to be nervous about little sounds like that, but Rachael soon remembered that this was no longer her formal life. She was puzzled, though. Why was an Android showering? Wasn’t it a robot?[/i]
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Edited by Skatch142: 1/26/2018 3:34:48 PM*About twenty full minutes passed before the shower cut back off. Alice soon stepped out of her room fully clothed in a pair of cargo pants and a tank top. Her head seemed a little shinier than it was before and her fur was damp but not dripping.* <Good morning.>
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[i]Rolling over on the couch, she yawned, deciding that now was as good a time as any to get up. Swinging her legs over the edge of the couch, she smiled at Alice, before tapping out a message again on the coffee table.[/i] [b]I never thought I’d be so grateful to sleep on a couch.[/b]
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<I’m glad you are. I can find a way to make it more comfortable later today. Do you need food?>
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[b]Yes, food would be really nice right now.[/b] [i]She replied, tapping the response out as usual. It had been over a day since she’d eaten anything of substantive value.[/i]
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<Okay. Do you wish for me to join you? Or are you alright on your own?>
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[b]It is your home. Who am I to tell you what to do in your own home?[/b] [i]She smiled. It did amuse her. It was not often that anyone was so nice to her, but she quite enjoyed it. It was a welcome change.[/i]
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<I am an android. Unless you would like the meat I feed to Bob Ross, there is no food in here.> *She opened the refrigerator and took out a raw steak. She tore a small piece off and dropped it in a bowl then put the steak in a zip lock bag and tossed it back into the fridge.* <Breakfast!> *The caracal scampered out of her bedroom and tackled the bowl. It growled, pinning the steak down as it began to dine.*
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[i]It took her a moment to realize that Bob Ross was the cat, but afterwards, it was rather amusing.[/i] [b]I suppose we’re going out, then.[/b] [i]She tapped, before standing up.[/i]
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*She nodded and opened the door for Rachael.* <I know a diner nearby.>
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[i]Following the Android, Rachael headed out the door, silent.[/i]
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*She closed and locked the door, then took out her wallet and handed Racheal a gift card.* <The woman at the register told me there was no more money on this. You can use it to speak while we walk.>
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[i]Rachael followed the machine, card in hand. She could tap almost completely unnoticed with it if she held it just right.[/i] [b]Thank you. For all of this.[/b]
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<You are quite welcome.> *She said as she led the woman down the hall and out of the building.*
