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[color=tan][h2]Oxley[/h2]
Location: Dat Pizza Place™
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Oxley was quite fascinated by the whole process or getting out of the compound. She paid special attention to any and all security camera placements and possible passwords. Mainly Oxley kept quiet, as to not disturb the man at work. This couldn't be perfectly legal, Oxley thought as she followed Mr. Grandure.
Still, she barely cared. She had her own quest to follow. And pizza was a part of it.

[color=tan]"My order? Yes, of course, yep yepyepyep..."[/color] Oxley rambled as she stood before the endless options presented to her. She was sure to take her time, much to her acquaintance's annoyment, perhaps. Still, quality pizza wasn't every day and Mr. Grandure was paying, so... Heh. Oxley made sure to order the most expensive one they had.
[color=tan]"I'll take a... Make it a extra large, special crust pizza with double cheese, mushrooms, pepperoni, tomatoes, and... olive! And don't feel afraid to go ham on the oregano, so to speak! It's all good, my associate here will handle the payment."[/color] Oxley made sure to look Mr. Grandure in the eye as she said so, just to drive home a point.

As the two sat down in their booth, and soon after a pregnant silence their orders rolled in. Oxley's mouth watered on the sight of her huge plate. It smelled so good, or perhaps Oxley was just too hungry to care. The girl had - to be frank - absolutely no idea if she would even like the gruesome combination of ingredients. And she was certain she couldn't stomach the whole thing even if it was the most delicious thing in the world. It was more about the gesture than anything, really.
Still, she dug in.

Oxley lost her appetite soon enough. She was beginning to regret her decision to join this man for lunch, actually. [i]How could he think that?[/i]
Irritation flared up inside Oxley, her temper rising like a tidal wave.
Not only was he full of shit, he was [i]belittling[/i] Oxley. It felt like a straight insult to her brilliance.
[color=tan]"Oh yes, locking marginalized people in inhumane conditions would totally seem like a necessary evil to someone who doesn't have to, oh I don't know, actually [i]live[/i] through it?"[/color] Oxley fired back, eyebrow cocked in annoyment. Snappy as always. [color=tan]"Maybe [i]you[/i] are safe -an argument which I find debatable at best - but what about the tens of thousands - nay, [i]millions[/i], who are locked up inside the Compounds with little to no means to protect themselves from those same people with 'innate weapons of mass destruction'? Your logic is extremely flawed,"[/color] Oxley scoffed as she placed her fork down. She smiled from the corner of her mouth, but it wasn't a kind smile.
[i]Relax, Oxley. Don't let him provoke you. His intelligence is simply... Below yours. Not everyone shares your mind.[/i]
[color=tan]"But I must say I find your headassery quite impressive, Mr. Grandure. You almost sound like you have a point. However... Whatever your motives, I believe you've done a poor job of convincing me of your side of things. I certainly believe that [i]you[/i] believe the Compounds are necessary, but it doesn't matter how good the living conditions of the Compounds are. A cage is still a cage, and people dislike being caged. You might be protecting yourselves now, but I assure you, you are sitting on a [i]massive,[/i] ticking time bomb. The pressure will only keep growing until you can't control it anymore. And when that happens... I don't think a mere wall and a flimsy chip is going to stop the deviants from blowing you up into dust."[/color]
Oxley deliberately chose to distance herself from the group as she referred to the deviants as 'they' instead of 'us'. That served many reasons, really. It was both a carefully controlled move on her part and a truth of how she viewed herself. When Oxley thought of herself, she thought she was quite unaligned, capable of swaying either way if it served her. Currently, however... Oxley was not impressed.