open | persons & machinery (august).

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▶ WHO: natasha romanoff & you.
▶ DATE: august catch-all.
▶ WARNINGS: violence! spies! ~ledgers~
▶ SUMMARY: i'm fucking kidding there won't be anything about ledgers unless your character is an accountant.

(A): sunrise.

[ It's morning. The sun creeps up, throwing over slats of light at the compound's walls. Natasha's not around often — or if she is, she's deliberately someone who isn't easy to track down — but right now she is. She's leaning over the haphazard railing of the wall, elbows braced as she looks out. There's something new on her belt (it looks like keys, maybe) and one of her holsters are empty. She's still in her catsuit though, and she's eating something out of a tin can like she hasn't just spent the last few hours here in the night, listening to the screams of zombies. Propped up against her, on the left, is a sniper rifle.

She looks, in all honesty, more bored than thoughtful. ]

(B): transmit.

[ The radio tower. Natasha comes here every third day when she can spare it, right when she sun is highest. Sometimes it comes with the roar of her bike, and sometimes it doesn't.

For the most part, though, you can find her there, looking over the guidebook to the radio tower's equipment, taking a nap, looking over the channel directory or fresh from a shower. This is probably where Natasha's been getting her R&R. ]

(C): converse. (please respond at the link)

[ A blip, a crackle, then Natasha's voice over the radio: ]

Knock knock.

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[ She throws him a glance. It's a little amused, still edging on bored, and she doesn't hide the way her eyes etch him up and down. It's not appreciative. Her gaze sticks on his mask for a microsecond before she puts her fork back into her tin can. Metal on metal rattles around. ]

Hi.

[ Wordlessly, she offers him her can. Natasha still looks mildly amused about his get up, which is maybe a little hypocritical. ]

"The Flash."