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Rat had stormed off, as best he could with a crutch he'd snatched from whoever the fuck brought it to him. He wasn't paying attention. He didn't want to. If they wanted to laugh at the dumb ass, uneducated Junker who just got tripped and it shattered his leg, then fine. Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all.

He slammed the door to his room, hard as he could, slamming his leg equally as hard onto the table, breaking the poor thing more in the process as he grinds his teeth. Once he was calm enough, he sat down to work on it, hands shaking simply out of the struggle to resist beating the shit out of the prosthetic in front of him.

He could have explained he'd been using the same leg for years. He could have explained he made this leg from scratch from the best of his experience and knowledge. That it was all scrap and just pure fucking hope that it held up because he couldn't do anything else. He could have. But he didn't. Because he knew they wouldn't give a shit.

When someone knocked on his door, that nearly sent Junkrat over the fucking edge.

"PISS OFF. DUN' NEED SHIT."

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@buildingutopaea

"M'fine... S'jus' a lil blood r'woteva... Oi got th'damn job done didn't Oi? Oi may be a skinny lil' cunt bu' Oi can block a few hits, ain't weak. Why don't ya go back t'ya light shows and quit wastin' ya time? M'fine. Oi can tend meself."

Mostly. Kinda. Slap some dirty rags on there, that's usually his medical treatment. It was his choice to jump in front of all that shit, people needed to stop acting like it was a big deal. He ain't a hero. He ain't onna them. He ain't gonna be. That's final.

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“ OI, crazy cunt with tha’ crazy light shit- get outta me ROOM.     M’new here, ya don’t ‘ave no right ta come inta a man’s room an’ critique loike an art peice! Though Oi will admit s’koinda abstract art.        The bombs scattered at th’door symbolize how much Oi want people ta                                          GO AWAY- ”

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Building of perfect city

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With the death of her classmates, the project of the estate that would be self-suficient thing both for people and omnic somehow lost it impact and laid forgotten somewhere on the university, tossed between the works of the students and the things you just used when you didn’t have the plan what to publish lately. But with the reorganizations, someone found it and decided this was something that was worth of giving the chance. 

Because of the living people that took part in creating it only she was available right now, Fahej was asked of taking care of it and taking part in everything connected to the project. With the few ideas, finally Vishkar corporation was chosen upon few others to get some contract. Though Fahej wasn’t entirely sure about that, knowing that there were shady gossips following the organization, she wasn’t going to threw they offer away.

Right now she was standing on the airport, dressed rather properly for the ocasion and waiting with the few other companions for the representatives of Vishkar.

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“I have to leave now.” Sombra would be missed if she spent much more time with Satya. But upon meeting the Architect a little while ago, Sombra had made it her mission to enlighten the other woman. She didn’t think it fair that someone was playing with her and using her skills without her knowing exactly what she was using them for.

“But here.” Sombra reached into her jacket and held a small, old school cell phone out to Satya. “If you decide you want to know more, or you’ve had enough, I’m speed dial one. I’ll always pick up to you.” The programmed in number was linked directly to her spinal computers, so there’d be no way she could miss the call.

[sansvol-a]

❝ It's awfully hard to stop. ❞

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