Looking for personal objects [Open]

[wearsagun.livejournal.com]

Beckett was down in the Weapons and Possessions locker, digging through the piles of unclaimed items, looking for two particular objects: her gun, and her police badge. The gun was her main focus; she hated being unarmed in a place like this, and the badge was just an object of convenience... A reminder of who she was and what she did.

She was absorbed in her search, but that didn't mean she couldn't tell when someone was coming up behind her. It was ironic how the timing worked out, because just as she got the feeling that she wasn't alone, she touched something familiar. Looking down, she saw it was her gun; the same one she carried around every day, and kept on her even at night.

With a smile, she picked up the weapon, and checked to see if it was loaded. It was, which made her relax a bit. Just having it there made some of the unease go away. She hadn't found her police badge, but the gun was enough for now, so she turned around and asked, "Who's there?"

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[wearsagun.livejournal.com]

"Good point," Beckett said with a nod. Then, she glanced down at the plantsuit thing she was wearing. "You wouldn't happen to know where to get real clothes, do you?"

[sonotasuperhero.livejournal.com]

Ava shrugs. "That's really what I'm looking for, to be honest, because, um... I'm wearing a bodysuit with a pulse. This is so not okay."

[wearsagun.livejournal.com]

Beckett nodded again. "They're not the worst things to be wearing, but I'd still like to find something to wear that's not alive. If you come across something, let me know."

[sonotasuperhero.livejournal.com]

"Will do. I'm Ava Ballantyne, by the way." the blonde teenager says, dropping her boots to the floor and standing up. She doesn't really expect Beckett to recognize the name, especially not here, but she's part of a fairly prominent Upper East Side family.