#trinity: threads

[immortalmuses]

Open Starter for Trinity

Trinity's head tips back against her seat's padded cushion, even as the familiar sensation of tipping forward heralds her consciousness jacking into the Matrix. The neural link drags her along its code, stretching time and sanity, until the hacker emerges into a locked room of an abandoned building.

Opening her eyes to the Simulation, Trin sets the phone's handset carefully in its cradle and turns her gaze to the ceiling. She needs to get to the roof.

[immortalmuses]

Starter for @leschanceux​‘s Neo

          “I can always tell when you’re brooding...” Her voice, familiar as well tread memory, drifts past the balcony door of the tower’s private quarters. Trinity herself emerges moments later, hair slicked back from a sparing shower, the worn drape of a faded sweater catching on the jutting bones of her clavicle. She pauses and regards Neo with eyes that see too much, head tilting to one side in a way that softens her severe expression, a subtle relenting. 

         “... you seek out heights, when you need clarity.” Trinity could say more; about Neo and Flying, and Falling. But instead she walks to sit at the edge of the balcony alongside him, turning her gaze outward to the cavernous darkness of the Living Levels at artificial night, watching bioluminescent lights flickering in distant windows.  “So... What’s on your mind?”

[immortalmuses]

Trinity's head tips back against her seat's padded cushion, even as the familiar sensation of tipping forward heralds her consciousness jacking into the Matrix. The neural link drags her along its code, stretching time and sanity, until the hacker emerges into a locked room of an abandoned building.

Opening her eyes to the Simulation, Trin sets the phone's handset carefully in its cradle and turns her gaze to the ceiling. She needs to get to the roof.