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 Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 8:08 pm
*Healin is discontent with upsetting the Captain but nods to Gustov and thanks him for helping her. She turns quietly and walks back toward where she imagined the others to be at the moment.
Once she enters the door way to the mess hall she notices that the woman she had first talked to was bleeding. With a concerned look she suppresses the urge to help figuring the medics were there for a reason.
If the room had any windows it would take all she had not to sit as closest as she could to it, if not on the actual windowsill itself. Gracefully prancing over to a man named Donovan, probably because he didn't have a tray in front of him, she offers him her hand while still standing. If one were to gaze over her they'd see a thin elven woman with light brown, medium length hair that feathered out about the ends. The thin figure she is, is covered with the white t-shirt given to each soldier, and the black fatigues that go along with it. At the bottom of her frame, she stands inside two medium black boots. Her large, orange eyes seem to smile along with her as she begins to speak.*
Hi I'm Helianthus, you can call me Healin though. What's your name?
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 1:51 pm
When the energetic, young lady walked over to Donovan and extended her hand to introduce herself, he was still trying to recover from his very recent bumble. "Donovan." He replies, the muscles in his arm rippled as he stretched it out, gently taking her hand, as a gentleman should, "Feel free to call me Don, Donny, or Merc."
Sizing up the tiny elf Healin, Donovan began to wonder what it was that brought her here. Why would the corporation want or need such a small soldier. What better way to find out than to ask... "So why'd the corp. bring you on board for this job? You don't seem like the guard type.
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 7:33 pm
Carth stands and removes the tray of food. No one had seemed to notice him not eating. Or Him at all. That was fine by him, he wasn't a huge fan of attention. His crimson orbs scan the room. He's attempting to assess the ship's current status on protection on multiple levels.
He stretches and runs a hand through his white hair as he does this, attempting to look casual. He's not too bad at it, it is a very transparent human gesture, after all.
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Posted: Thu Aug 26, 2010 8:56 pm
Kemp sits down, the seat underneath him groaning with his weight. He looks down at his tray of food and skims over it. He takes only a couple moments to swallow all of it down easily in 3 (rather polite looking) gulps. His unique carbon-converters will break down the food and put it in his secondary systems (Almost organic) and back up generator.
He turns to the side and, being as tall as he is, lays his eyes on Carth. His irises turn a shade of bright green as the ocular-scan tech reads the other android's functions.
On the outside, Kemp seems to be more stoic than usual. But he manages to see Healin.
"I'm Kemp."
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Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 8:02 am
ooc: Put on hold until the majority regains internet access.
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