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 Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 6:45 pm
It had been a long day. Scratch that: it had been a long week. Or month.
Heck, at this point, Alba didn't care what it was, he just knew it had been long! He also needed a coffee, but at least that he kept a few spare bottles of in the room. And after the clean up jobs he had been doing all day, he really didn't want to bother with detours right then.
Arriving at the shared room, Alba knocked twice as he pulled out his key, made short work of the lock, and swung the door open enough to let himself in.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 6:54 pm
Lucas was nearly finished with the gun Isadora had requested. Well, the technical side, at least. The balance was similar to the ones from the shooting range as specified, and the design was... It had at least some degree of elegance, at least. All that was left was to carve and mount the designs for the grip...
The door swung open just as Lucas leveled the barrel at it to double check the weight, finding the sights centered in the general direction of his roommate. "Ah." He fumbled with the thing in his haste to return it to a safe position with the barrel pointed well away from anything moving. "Sorry."
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 7:20 pm
Alba happened to be looking down as first, fumbling to get his key back out of the lock. He did, however, look up just in time to find what was very obviously a firearm, leveled directly at him. Beyond that, nothing else registered as his eyes went wide and out of focus, his face drained of color, his throat constricted, and in one beat, his right hand had gone for his right hip. Nothing was there, his Poke Balls clipped to the other side of his belt, but the instinct had still kicked in.
Notrealnotrealnotrealnotreal- "OhsweetArceus," he finally squeaked, before twisting back out of the door frame and sliding down to kneel with his back against the corridor wall. "I-It's okay. No harm done," he called weakly, not really sure who it was directed at in the higher pitched voice. Geez, his mouth was so dry all of a sudden... And why did everything seem to be shaking just the slightest?
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 7:35 pm
He blinked after Alba in confusion as the man retreated into the hall, instinctively rising to follow after him. He made it halfway across the room before realizing the offending firearm was still in his hand and, deciding it was probably a bad idea to bring the thing along, set it down on the nearest surface before continuing on his way. He leaned through the door with an expression of surprise and concern.
"Uh... Really am sorry about that... Everything okay?" He knew it was a bad idea to point guns at the unsuspecting, but that was pretty extreme for a standard startle reaction...
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 7:53 pm
Alba bowed his head and half shielded his eyes with one hand. "Fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine." His voice was short and clipped, but not meant in an angry way. No, he just felt like he was going to be sick if he kept his mouth open for too long. Hence his second arm being wrapped around his stomach. Or maybe he'd just pass out. That option didn't sound much better.
Somewhere down one of the nearby halls, he could hear a door shut. Well, wouldn't this just be a fan-freaking-tastic sight for everyone to see. "Um... Could you, um... Give me a hand, please?" he asked, not lifting his head anymore than he had to. He was tired, he needed caffeine, he was shaky, and his legs were choosing now of all times to disobey him and stay right as they were. If his face weren't bleached white, it would probably be beet red in embarrassment.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 7:58 pm
He rubbed at his neck momentarily, brow furrowed. He didn't look fine, but Lucas didn't really have any place to call others on that... So he instead did what he could, and that was to do what was asked of him. He moved to stand before Alba and offered a hand to help the man stand.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 8:05 pm
Even though he was the one who had asked for the help, Alba felt oddly surprised when the hand was offered without a word. He hesitated for a couple seconds-- had he passed out and was just imagining this? -- but this wasn't the place to sit around pondering. Willing away the worst of the images flickering through his mind, he focused enough to reach up and take hold. "Thanks," Alba grunted, using the wall as well to steady himself back onto his feet.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 3:11 pm
A vague grunt dismissed the thanks as Lucas helped pull the man to his feet. He returned to the room in short order, pulling out the drawer of his desk and stuffing the firearm into it alongside all the loose parts that had yet to be assigned any form. "Uhh..." Well, it was rude to pry, but it seemed awkward to just ignore that anything had happened... "If you don't mind my asking, what exactly...?" There, that gave him enough opportunity to dismiss the question, right? Sure it did.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2011 12:01 am
Alba entered the room as Lucas finished tucking everything away. Quietly shutting the door behind him, he moved to sit on the edge of his bed and stared at nothing in particular on the floor ahead of him. He was quiet for almost half of a minute after Lucas had spoken. "Sorry." There was a bit of a scratchiness to his voice, but he cleared his throat with a short cough to get rid of it. His hands were clasped together and between his knees. "It's... dumb, really. Flashbacks, I suppose would be the technical term for it. Some things happened once-- years ago. It came with the job, really, but I guess I... just never really got over it." He sat up straighter and took a quick, deep breath, going so far as to shrug and quirk a forced smile, as if he hadn't been ready to keel over a moment earlier and wasn't still feeling a little ill then. "Sorry, again. For the fuss." He bobbed his head at the door for the last part of the sentence.
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2011 8:24 am
Lucas waited patiently for the response and listened quietly when it was given. He shook his head briefly to dismiss the apology. "Nothing to worry about," he assured. "Think I understand where you're coming from. You know, I don't think I've mentioned this," to anyone but Isadora and Claire, the former of which only heard because it was realized in her company, "but the reason I've got all these guns is 'cause I-- Ah, well..." It was difficult to say in such a casual tone, for it was far from a casual matter. "I used to be an assassin, I guess. I don't get flashbacks or anything," though that was somehow disturbing in itself - was he so accustomed to taking lives that it only bothered him superficially? "but I guess it's not really the sort of thing someone can get over or leave behind." No matter how much one wanted or tried.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 2:46 am
As his roommate talked, Alba's smile faded little by little. What were the odds that he'd meet someone like Lucas so early in such a large facility, much less be roomed with him? Alba nodded thoughtfully, knowingly, as Lucas finished. "Hmm. No. It doesn't." Biting his lower lip, he hunched forward to where he could steeple his fingers just below his nose. "I almost envy you in that." He paused, thinking. Some sort of internal debate. A moment later, he nodded slightly again and stared only at the wall straight ahead, perhaps making a decision. "I shot someone," he said, surprisingly calm. "Only one. He had a gun to my head, I saw an opening, and I took it. I didn't want him dead, but it happened." He closed his eyes, and bowed his head just a little more. "Afterward, they told me there wasn't a second gun. That mine had been it. That I was either making things up to play innocent, or that I..." Was insane. He trailed off before he could say that part, though.
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