Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2014 12:07:59 GMT -5
Outfitted with a blond wig, a black and gold leotard, red sash, black boots, and black mask Skylar made her way to New Rome. She walked right through the gates, pretending to be a legacy of Venus that had left Camp Jupiter nearly two decades ago. Before the guard got too good of a look, before he got too nosy, she removes some water from him, making him dizzy. Dehydrated. Then removed his sight. Feigning worry she rushed him to the Infirmary, feigning a lack of strength. She could have easily carried him to the infirmary, but instead simply became a wobbly crutch for him. As a Venus decedent that seemed an adequate response. With such a ploy she was inside of Camp Jupiter.
It really did look like she would imagine Ancient Rome would look, with a few odds and ends that stuck out against the structures. Satellite dishes, wire for electricity. They hadn't stayed in the past, but the form was still there. Looking around chatting about this and that of the outside world, movies, hot actors. Whatever might keep her cover as she explored a bit of the town. A restaurant of nearly every type, people of every ethnicity. It wasn't simply part of America, it seemed to be a city that should represent them. She could see in peoples eyes though, the pain of war. The way they held themselves. Someone who fought and killed. Someone who had to watch a friend die. Medics who had to watch people die. Who felt responsible. She could see it all. In their eyes, the way they held themselves, how they walked. Body language told stories, and Skylar simply knew how to read it.
Eventually she made it to a slightly secluded area, somewhere she could sit and process for a moment. Drink some water, eat some of the snack that where around. Observe people, just watch them for a moment. She had to adjust a little bit, she tried to hide all of her military baring when she first entered but now she held herself as a fighter a bit more. A different city, different rules. Here having that military stance wasn't unusual, in fact not having it made you stand out a little bit. Adjust to the situation. Play your character at all times, even when you think no ones watching. There's always someone watching.
It really did look like she would imagine Ancient Rome would look, with a few odds and ends that stuck out against the structures. Satellite dishes, wire for electricity. They hadn't stayed in the past, but the form was still there. Looking around chatting about this and that of the outside world, movies, hot actors. Whatever might keep her cover as she explored a bit of the town. A restaurant of nearly every type, people of every ethnicity. It wasn't simply part of America, it seemed to be a city that should represent them. She could see in peoples eyes though, the pain of war. The way they held themselves. Someone who fought and killed. Someone who had to watch a friend die. Medics who had to watch people die. Who felt responsible. She could see it all. In their eyes, the way they held themselves, how they walked. Body language told stories, and Skylar simply knew how to read it.
Eventually she made it to a slightly secluded area, somewhere she could sit and process for a moment. Drink some water, eat some of the snack that where around. Observe people, just watch them for a moment. She had to adjust a little bit, she tried to hide all of her military baring when she first entered but now she held herself as a fighter a bit more. A different city, different rules. Here having that military stance wasn't unusual, in fact not having it made you stand out a little bit. Adjust to the situation. Play your character at all times, even when you think no ones watching. There's always someone watching.