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[color=red][h1]Taryn Weaver[/h1]
Debate Intermission - 1700[/color]
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 Taryn must’ve passed out when they came back from the debates. She was kicked back on the musty sofa in Campbell's office, her tech headset still over her eyes. She was in the middle of running an analysis on the teams equipment when she dozed off. It had been days since Taryn had gotten more than a few hours of sleep so it was no surprise to her that she passed out.

 
 She most likely would’ve stayed out for the duration of the debate if the automated chime from her headset didn’t wake her up. It had finished it’s scans of which Proctor was the primary subject. Taryn was interested in the cyborg but only for his augments. They were old and her scans verified that. He needed someone that knew what they were doing to tune him up but Taryn is either too shy or too skeptical to mention it. 

 
 Taryn has been more on edge lately and if it was up to her she would’ve stayed in her apartment. Over the past few days the Kings that normally came to her shop just stopped coming. Initially it didn’t bother her, Taryn didn’t being left alone. Especially considering how they’ve treated her in the past, but eventually it started to bother her. 

 
 There were rumors being passed around amongst the boosters that did stop by her shop. They knew about something that Rott and the Kings were scheming but they spoke in vague terms. Either because they were improperly informed about what was going on, or worse they knew exactly what was happening and were taking precautions to keep it covered up. Taryn couldn’t help but feel like she had a target on her back and as safe as she thought she was at home she was still all alone. 

 
 So she’s stayed with or around Campbell and the other members of the campaign for the last few days. She was physically and mentally exhausted at this point, and she was trying her best not to show it. Taryn needed these people even if she didn’t trust them entirely they at least all had a vested interest in Campbell.

 
 Finished with her analysis Taryn flipped the eye piece of her headset up so it rested on her head and sat up on the sofa, letting up a moan through her teeth as she did so. Her muscles were tense and she felt like shit but she tried her best to stretch herself out. She could already tell that her knee was going to be a problem. Anytime she sat or laid down for too long it would hurt when she got up, so she just sat back on the couch. 


 No one seemed to have noticed that she fell asleep but she certainly looked like she just woke up . Running her fingers through her curly hair it was greasy enough that it slicked back on its own and she could feel a layer of oil over her skin. A shower was almost necessary at this point but she hadn’t had access to one since she locked her apartment up, and even then hers only worked when it felt like it. Unzipping her jacket to just below her breast Taryn noticed that her white shirt was wet with sweat as she reached for a cigarette from one of her interior pockets.


 With all of the commotion that was going on outside coupled with Rott’s lack of appearance Taryn needed one to cool her head. Lighting it up with a match she took a long draw and flicked the cherry onto the ground. After a few seconds she got her buzz and started to feel a little calmer, a fleeting sensation but a welcome one nonetheless. She didn’t zip her jacket back up but instead took it off. Having just woke up her body was sweaty and she needed to air herself out. With her jacket off those in the room could see her revolver holstered to her right side on her ribs, pressing her shirt to her side creating another contact for sweat. That being said maybe she should’ve started wearing bras but she never has and she certainly wasn’t embarrassed that the barbells she had through her nipples as well as the rest of her breasts were showing through her sweaty shirt.


 That being said Proctor was just a few feet from her leaning up against the wall. Having just caught the tail end of Proctor’s protest Taryn took the liberty of assuming that he was worried about the same thing that she was. After all she assumed that they both had been around long enough to know better. So she decided to chime in as well, Taryn didn’t say a whole lot to anyone in the campaign even Campbell so she hoped that her opinion would carry some added weight seeing as how she rarely expressed it. So in a low confident tone with her cigarette still hanging from her mouth she spoke up.

 
 [color=red]“I’m inclined to agree Campbell. I don’t know what’s going on…..”[/color] She took another puff on her cigarette before continuing. [color=red]“But something’s about to go down.”[/color] Finished with hat she had to say and her cigarette she flicked the filter onto the ground and sat up on the edge of the couch. She was anticipating action but she still rested her arms on her legs and hunched her torso forward as if to show that she wasn’t worried. When in reality she was anything but.