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[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

Makita is sitting at a table. Without her coat. The lack of the oversized garment makes her seem somehow smaller. It's much easier to tell that she spent much of her life without enough food.

On the table in front of her lies an impressive pile of weapons. Grenades, a number of pistols, a stack of magazines. And her room key. She's looking at them, trying to figure out how she's going to carry them all around now.

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[skidrowseymour.livejournal.com]

A certain geek in a blue baseball cap was reading from The Skid Row Herald.

He stopped when he glanced around and saw someone he recognized. For a moment, he was smiling shyly.

He's not smiling now. Because...weapons. A lot of them. Weapons on the table of a little girl. Little girl with weapons.

Seymour is now very, very worried.

[gotham-knocking.livejournal.com]

Knox is all ready to head home, but before he gets to the door, he sees Makita. And her weapons. Oh, and he does see how utterly tiny she is witohut that big winter coat. But it's the weapons that stand out.

"What's with all the guns, Makita?"