[right][h3]The Fed Zone[/h3]▆ : ▆ am, Saturday
November 6th
[sub][@DJAtomika][@lady horatio][@Not Fishing]
[@Rabidporcupine][@Zoro][/sub][/right][indent][h3]D.[/h3][/indent]


Too preoccupied with the current situation, D ignored the restaurant worker, not quite able to tear herself from the on-goings to stop and explain things to him. Clearly, there was some paranormal activity going on, [color=gray]"You tell me!"[/color] Her hand extended as Mr. Hotshot tossed his mobile device at her. His quick use of electronics was refreshing. His use of everyday object, on the other hand, was questionably insane looking and messy. 

His device was pushed into a side pouch of her Mecha-GO Suit. Maybe he would not notice it was gone by the time she made all the commotion necessary to get whoever was on the other side of the door free. A grin managed D's face, underneath her gear. The whole lot seemed crazy. Normies never knew how to act when the paranormal was about. It was like their rational thinking skills just automatically shut off. She shook her head slightly, getting ready to make her move. 

[color=gray]"You better listen to what the good boy says and leave!"[/color] She looked around at the people who were leaving and the people who were still standing around. There were only a couple who seemed to be lingering, and by the looks of her Goggles, there were elements of something else, as well -- not just the decrepit vines growing. Honestly, it was easier working when there wasn't an audience, but D didn't particularly mind either way, [color=gray]"Mind yourself, Hotshot. I'm coming through,"[/color] Her boots scraped against the tile flooring.  Her shoulders rolled, once each, and she began running towards the door, holding her gun with both hands, ready to buttstroke the door open, as [i]Attempt Number One.[/i]  She was definitely ready for whatever was behind the door, because well, she had no other option. To relieve the tension, she exhaled a kihap.