<div class="floatleft">(http://i1052.photobucket.com/albums/s449/tracyfreegirl/Cadre%20of%20Guardians/Copycat_zpsponqrgbi.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Copycat</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Overwatch<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/>Character Sheet (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=228807.msg11238766#msg11238766)<br/><br/>Ever since she had found the security office and the bank of monitors that showed practically every public area in Overwatch, CopyCat had found as many excuses to come here as possible. It wasn't staffed twenty-four hours a day; there wasn't much need to surveil the heroes. She suspected it was more for review if something went wrong, or if Overwatch considered one of their own to be a potential threat. But here, in this private room, with no one else, she could interact with her teammates in a way she found herself incapable of when they were face to face.<br/><br/>She had watched each of them work out and gave them verbal encouragement they would never hear. She had sat at a meal with each of them and made small talk with their images on the monitor. From here it was easy. In person it was so much more difficult. She never knew what they thought, what they expected, and she was certain everything she said and did was wrong. She'd never had many friends, and despite wanting to be friends with her teammates, she was terrified of actually taking the necessary steps to make that happen.<br/><br/>She flipped an image to the big screen and watched as Captain Nichols practiced in the danger room, moving with precision and skill that CopyCat admired. She flipped another image onto the big screen and watched her teammates enjoy fresh pizza. She wanted to be there with them, but did she dare? She was afraid to touch anyone for fear of getting the same reaction Fetter had given her on the nightblade. But then her stomach gurgled, and she decided to stop being so silly and try to be normal.<br/><br/>She slipped out of the security office, bare feet padding silently down the hall. It wasn't far to the rec room, and before she knew it she was outside the door. Her hand stopped inches from the doorknob. She looked down at the skintight bike shorts and torso-hugging tank top she wore. She should put on more clothes. Direct skin contact could freak out her teammates. No, she wouldn't change. She'd just be herself.<br/><br/>She hesitated, second-guessing herself, butterflies flitting behind her rib cage before finally taking a deep breath and pulling the door open.<br/><br/>CopyCat stepped inside, face burning red, and tried to act normal as she made a beeline for the pizza. She smiled and waved, mumbled a couple of barely audible hello's, and lifted a piece of pizza from one of the boxes.<br/><br/>She looked around at her teammates, tried<em>not</em>to picture Fetter, Mecha, and Atemi naked, failed miserably, and felt her cheeks flush even deeper red than when she entered. She stuffed pizza into her mouth as fast as she could to avoid having to speak, then felt like she was being too obvious and tried to force a smile at exactly the wrong moment.<br/><br/>Cheese and sauce dribbled down her chin, and she managed to feel even more foolish, something she would have thought was impossible a fraction of a second before.