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 Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 5:02 pm
[Good Morning, Sunshine] Are you gonna come see us?
Yeah. Come see us. Heh. I saw him first.....
There was a small pounding in his head. Haze. Jumbled thoughts. His knees hurt. Where was his jacket, he knew he had -
WHUMP!
Solomon had leaned forward, head right into the glass of the pod before it had managed to open to let the waking man tumble out. Instead, he stumbled out and landed on his knees, one hand on his forehead, the other reaching blindly to pat himself down.
The world was full of whirring noises, he could hear a few voices not too far away (or maybe they were all in his head), his knee was starting to act up -
He flinched, closing his eyes again only moments after her clamped them shut. Putting one hand over his eyes, he used it to shield them from the light as he searched through his pockets, pulling out an orange container with a white lid, popping the top off of it, and downing two of the pills inside of it.
That's better.... he thought immediately, massaging his face and running his hand down his chin and neck to ruffle his goatee a bit. Okay, he still seemed to be...
be.....
Solomon finally took a look around where he was before clutching his head ******** was he again?
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 7:13 pm
Ian had never been on pod duty before but he found it excruciatingly dull.
He supposed that was to be expected, however, and so he sat with his feet propped up on the desk, clipboard in hand - except instead of actually writing notes like he was supposed to be doing, he was doodling little tentacles all over the page and adding little speech bubbles that probably said very stupid things.
It was not easy to do things in the dark, considering the power was still out, but Ian made the most of his time anyway.Enoh Love RIPLEY'S BELIEVE IT OR NOT
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 7:27 pm
Whether or not it was intended, a pod opened, spilling it's very human contents onto the floor in a rather unceremonious and ungraceful way. In reality Ripley had been awake for a good few minutes, but in the dark it was hard to figure out where he was or what was going on; then the door opened he tripped and fell, making his second entry into the world as ungracefully as his first. The only difference was, so far, he wasn't crying.
Well, he did give out a hiss of pain as he pulled himself up onto his hands and knees, but that was about it as far as unhappy noises went. "Sonuvabiiiiitch..." He hissed out, his voice hoarse with disuse.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 7:36 pm
He hadn't been paying enough attention to notice the clicking sound on the pod before it opened, but he definitely noticed the human being tumbling out onto the ground in a terrifically ungainly way. Ian watched him with a sort of mild fascination before pulling his feet down off the table and stretching, ambling over towards the newest member of Deus to offer his hand.
"Good morning," Ian said pleasantly. "Sleep well?"
There may or may not have been a tinge of good-natured sarcasm in his voice.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 7:43 pm
The sound of a voice drew his attention, and for a moment Ripley levelled a very unimpressed stare at the blurry figure. With a sigh he shifted to sit instead, rubbing his face with both hands and scruffing his fingers through his long silver hair.
"Peachy...but would have preferred the snooze button." He replied just as faux-pleasantly, and then started to pat the area around him. "Where are my glasses?" First order of business: spectacles. Pleasantries to follow actually being able to see the nearby man.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 7:46 pm
The glasses in question were currently on Ian's nose, considering he had picked them up while the other was glaring at him, and was now squinting through them as though trying to figure out how blind the newcomer was.
"No snooze buttons allowed on Deus," said Ian cheerfully, and pulled the glasses off, dangling them in front of the newcomer. "Here you are; you're lucky they didn't break when they fell. I'm Ian, by the way, and you - "
Ian glanced at the clipboard in his hand and then at the pod number.
"Your name is Ripley, isn't it? Like the television show?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 7:54 pm
Ripley was pretty blind, but on the plus side he probably looked as blurry to Ian as Ian looked to him. That was the beauty of prescription glasses, and definitely a downside to his whole being.
"No snooze buttons, eh? Let me guess, long hours, exhausting work and lots of dead people for little pay?" The content sounded harsh, but the young man sounded amused. The offered glasses were taken and placed back where they belonged, and for the first time Ripley got a good look at Ian.
"...Believe it or not...No." The tone in his voice suggested a strained patience, as if he had answered this very question a hundred thousand times. He stood up on trembling, sleep-heavy legs, dusting himself off on habit. "Robert Ripley wrote the book. I'm named after my Grandfather." It was a technicality, but an important technicality. Now he held out his hand, offering Ian a small smile.
"Nice to meet you anyway, Ian. I'm guessing you're a...Hunter?" Was that the phrase they had used? Hm.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 8:08 pm
"Sounds about right!" said Ian cheerfully, and the smile on his face turned into a smirk, careful and calculated as though he had already known the sort of reaction he might get at Ripley's name. He made a few careless notes on the clipboard before tossing it lightly to the nearest table, going back to his chair.
"Well it's nice to meet you Ripley Not Believing," said Ian, kicking his feet back up on the table. "And yes, I'm a hunter - a trainee, really, as they call it. The lowest of the low, apparently - at least here," he added, and brushed a few strands of hair from his face.
"You know what you're doing here?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 8:20 pm
"Just like home then." Ripley chuckled to himself, dusting his hand over his chest as his heart clenched in painful homesickness. Already, huh? He'd have to learn to deal with that. The new nickname earned another small frown, but he otherwise stayed quiet; he learned a long time ago that if you stopped reacting, they'd stop teasing. Usually.
"Trainee. Fitting title, okay...so that would make me a Hunter Trainee too then, right?" He squinted for a moment, and then took off his glasses again, fogging up the lenses with his breath. "I know the general idea. We're supposed to fight against the things that go bump in the night, right? Kind of like those kids on Supernatural?" As he mused he started cleaning the lenses with the bottom hem of his sweater.
"I thought it'd be more...grand looking, I guess? This place doesn't look really impressive..." Then again, it was pretty dark in here. He could be missing a lot.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 8:26 pm
Unfortunately for Ripley, Ian didn't tease to get a reaction (usually), he teased just because he could, sorry Ripley.
"Trainee, grunt, what have you," said Ian, waving a noncommittal hand. "We're the superheroes that fight against bad guys, only we're the unfortunate and often shunted aside sidekicks who spend most of the movie sucking up to the actual superhero."
He grinned. "You can be Sam and I'll be Dean," he said. "Dean's the one that always gets the girl, isn't he?"
{ You're a distraction. }
Naomi's voice, as ever, sounded disapproving. Ian smirk widened. Leaning back, he slid his hands behind his head and linked them together, Ian slanting his head down to give Ripley an amused sort of look. "Well, we're having a bit of technological issues currently," he said lightly, eyes flickering to the momentarily useless lamps. "But for the most part it's more like a college dorm than a military institute, or at least parts of it are."
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 8:33 pm
"I see." Ripley returned his glasses to their rightful place, squinting through them again. "You can be Dean if you want, later on it's Sam that goes badass. I'm okay with waiting a couple seasons. Character growth, or something." He flashed Ian a fleeting grin.
"So...drama, lots of so-and-so screwing so-and-so, barely any studying, and parties?" He counted off the items on his fingers, and that was when he realized he wasn't wearing gloves. The newly made hunter frowned and looked down at his palms, flexing his hands into fists before loosening them again and hiding them behind his back nonchalantly. "Got it. So why the technological issues? Someone break the breakers?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 8:46 pm
He had tried not to smile, but he did anyway, amusement growing much more evident on his face. Ian lowered his hands to his lap, idly twisting a simple golden ring on his hand. "Well, then, Sammy," he said. "Parties are what you make of it, so if you want to party, I'd say go and find one yourself. Personally, I like people who make things out of nothing, if you know what I mean."
He smiled a little, slightly calculated, and said lightly, "We had a bit of an...incident. Some of the power's down, so essentials only. When you find your dorm room, it probably won't have any lights in it."
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 8:51 pm
"It's Sam." Ripley replied dutifully, just to stay in character. He couldn't resist the continued smile on his own face, especially knowing that there was at least someone his speed - or at least someone who seemed his speed - here on the island too. It wouldn't be so bad here, or so he hoped. "I do know what you mean, and I tend to agree."
An incident, huh? "Sounds troublesome. I don't think I'm quite ready to hear the specifics yet, so thank you for being terribly vague, Dean...but it is nice to know I'll at least get a room somewhere. Does that little clipboard of yours tell you which room is mine? And if so, are you able to give me a tour to find it?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 8:58 pm
"If you keep eating those you will get a stomach ache." Quipped from a lazy-sitting man-child of dark hair, watching the whole thing pan out in front of him. It had been him, only a little while ago, face first out of the pod, splayed out with an air of I totally meant to do that.
He had spent most of the evening re-reading scraps of English lessons from Candace had given him, in hopes that he would be able to discern things like itineraries given to him when pods were expected to open.
He had given up trying to read it after he got through two paragraphs.
Sitting on the chair, letting it lean back on the back two legs, feet on the desk allotted to whoever seemed to be stuck with the delightful task of waking bros up. Raising his eyebrows a little, he softly waved his hand, holding a rather ornate lighter lightly, lighting it and extinguishing the light over and over.
"Bonjour, Belle au bois dormant. Welcome to Deus."
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 9:06 pm
The grin on Ian's face widened. In spite of the fact that he didn't care for small trivialities most of the time, Ripley seemed to be on par with himself at both quick wit and intellect, and that was a fact he definitely liked. It was somewhat nice to find someone that had the same sort of thought process as he did.
"Cliffnotes version, we're all on lockdown, there are tentacles in the ocean, and you're gonna have to shower in the dark," said Ian, and he looked back at the clipboard. "Room 171," he said. "All the trainee dorms are located on the first floor of the dorm building and it's one long, gigantic hallway that involves a lot of walking."
He kicked his feet down off the table again and tossed the clipboard aside.
"But, it never hurts to have someone help you find your way," said Ian with a smirk. "Shall we?" he said, and gestured towards the doorway.
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