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 Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 6:26 am
Before was doing his best to keep a stiff upper lip and continue with his chores and earning his keep. He certainly didn't think he'd need money to pay for things but hey, just another one of the surprises that awaited the awakened ones. Speaking of awakened ones, he couldn't help but wonder what the newbies were like. It felt like only yesterday he was falling out of his pod and onto the floor and going on his first mentally scarring and emotionally traumatizing mission. And now there were new guys who would be going through the same thing! 83333
Wait, should he be happy about that? Before cocked his head to the side as he pondered on the implication of his thoughts. Well, who knows, maybe some of these new-people would be better suited at handling the situation. But Before wouldn't be able to verify this until he spoke to one. Particularly one who isn't Otto. >.> Oh look! A trainee he didn't know! 8D How fortuitous~
Be careful, silly Before, some of these might have similar... temperaments as that dreadful boil with the compensating weapon.
As usual, Before reassured his partner with a mental nod before he waved his arm and greeted, "Heya new guy!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2011 9:12 pm
Wilson still wondered where the title ‘Hatchlings’ had originated from, but it stuck nonetheless. He kind of hoped that the title wouldn’t stick forever, though. He wasn’t sure how he would feel about being eternally called a ‘hatchling.’ Being a Hatchling implied that he was an amateur. Right now he was, but he imagined that maybe a few months from now he wouldn’t be so amateurish and the title would become a misnomer.
Gramps, is there anything else I can do other than training? [You can explore the island.] Yes, I can do that…for the rest of my life as a hunter, yup. [That’s the spirit.]
He heard someone behind him. New guy? That probably meant him. “Are you referring to me?” His voice sounded a bit muffled behind his gasmask. When he turned around his eyes peered behind the green lenses. Slipping a hand out of one of the cannons, Wilson finally pulled down the mask and gulped in fresh air. He could see that the person was definitely talking to him and he smiled warmly, waving back. “Hey! My name’s Wilson, and you are…?”
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 5:49 am
"Yyyyyyyyyup~ I'm no longer the new-guy on the base," Before grinned happily in confirmation. And then he looked visibly taken aback when the trainee turned to face him. Sorta. The mask stirred disturbing memories in Before and it was visible in the brief moment his face blanched. Then he quickly shook his head clear and focused on the fact that new-guy just took his mask off without anything going BOOM (and by anything Before meant new-guy's head).
"S-sorry about that, I, uh, got something about gas masks." he chuckled sheepishly. "If you were on that Mission at the Sahara, you probs heard from Boss-Dude-Caelius that, uh, I'm Milton. But uh, call me Before. And... Wilson, was it?" *w* Before was struggling to keep his chuckles in.
I fail to see the humor, silly Before... Vanna stated flatly.
"Y-you never had any problem with little blond kids menacing you, d-did you?" he managed to stammer in between suppressed giggles.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 8:13 pm
Before’s shocked expression didn’t go unnoticed, and Wilson smiled apologetically. He tilted his head, his free hand reaching behind to scratch the back of his head. “The mask caught you off guard, right? I understand. I was part of that exam, too.” Well, he knew that some of the other hatchlings had partaken in different yet fairly similar tests, but he assumed that they had been part of the same exam.
He nodded. “Yeah, I was there.” Milton? Wilson vaguely recalled the Death division leader uttering that name, but the memory was blurry. “Before, okay then.” He threw the more experienced trainee a curious look, but didn’t ask about the name. It was definitely a nickname.
“Yup! Wilson.” Apparently, something was funny about his name, but he didn’t know what it was. He raised an eyebrow at Before. “Blond kids?” His mind drew a blank at first, but then it was like a light bulb appeared over his head. “Oh! No, no menacing blond kids. I did know this really annoying guy named Dennis, though.”
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 10:04 pm
That did. That was all it took for Before to suddenly dissolve into a fit of giggles on the floor. It was obvious he had been in some serious need of happy-times. And by happy-times, it meant remembered the good stuff from before the Island and the killings and the fact that they'd all signed their lives away and no one would ever know if they died or lived or did anything with themselves.
Still on his back, he managed to stammer in between guffaws, "Oh man, oh wow, you actually remember that show!" he beamed. Before did not move to stand, somewhat content and comfortable with the fact he was flat on his back in front of a standing figure.
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 5:24 pm
Needless to say, Wilson was confused. Eyebrows raised and eyes wide, the trainee silently watched Before crumple to the floor with laughter. D-Did he really say something that funny? He directed his gaze to the sky as he thought back to what he just said. Nope. Nothing too unusual that warranted this kind of reaction. Well, laughing was better than something like, oh, say, punching.
“Should I not have remembered it?” Wilson allowed himself to grin despite the confusion that still swam in his eyes. When Before made no move to get up, Wilson stood over him and held out a hand for him to take. “It’s a pretty old show, so to be honest I don’t really remember much from it.” Before seemed fine with laying on the floor and Wilson cocked his head. “Uh, are you okay?” [Maybe he got dropped on the head when he was little.] Gramps! D: [What?! It’s plausible.]
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 9:52 am
Before's eyes tapered into slits as he tried to reassure Wilson that yes, remembering Dennis the Menace was, in fact, a good thing. "Naaaaah, it's awesome you remember it. I don't feel as old. Though did you know there was a British version of Dennis? Same name to boot but it was totes unintentional. The Brit's version was more of a trouble-making punk than well-meaning, self-absorbed brat-kid."
He reached out to accept the proffered hand, letting the other trainee help him up, dusting himself off a bit. At the question of whether or not he was alright, Before's eyes were downcast. There was a small, sad smile that replaced the earlier cheer of his mouth, "Dunno. We signed our lives away, everyone we knew growing up probably thinks we're dead, and for what? To get it drilled into our heads just how much we suck?" Yikes, Caelius' talk with him seemed to have had left an impression on him.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 4:24 pm
Wilson raised an eyebrow. “Old? You don’t look that old to me. You look around my age.” It also occurred to him that Before may have possessed a rather youthful-looking face, but the chances of that seemed small. He shook his head. “I don’t really watch British shows, so I had no idea. You’re more likely to find me outside somewhere rather than inside and watching some TV. Sorry.” Wilson smiled apologetically. “Though it sounds like it’s a show I probably wouldn’t enjoy watching. If it’s named Dennis, I’m expecting it to have a little freckled kid who isn’t a punk.”
He tightened his hold on Before’s hand as he pulled the other man to his feet. A sad smile adorned his lips and Wilson stared with wide, confused eyes. “Oh.” The word left his mouth before he could fully process what Before had said. “I mean, um, we picked this, right? We signed our lives away—literally.” His eyebrows furrowed as he searched for more words, something comforting, reassuring, but Wilson wasn’t feeling too great himself. “It’s not like we can turn the clock and start over. We have to keep going, b*****d division leaders or not.” His mouth curled into an uneasy smile.
“I’m sure you don’t suck. You woke up for a reason.”
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 8:14 pm
Before set uncertain teal eyes, and a quirk of his brow at Wilson's attempt at comfort, the sad smile still present. "Meh, for all we know there was a glitch in the system and I woke up early. But I guess that's one way of looking at it," he nodded, "Just not sure if we really knew what we were getting into when we signed." he sighed. Then after a rather violent but abrupt shake of his head, Before fixed a more cheerful expression.
"Ha! Man I oughta stop it with the emo, or else some of the other trainee's will pop outta nowhere to beat it outta me," he laughed, wincing as he said this. Something about the uneasy way he suddenly glanced over his shoulder seemed to suggest that it had happened to him before. And that he wasn't too keen on having a repeat.
"Anyway, you say I look about your age? How old are you?" Yes, topic change! Get away from the earlier depressing train of thought plz > 3>
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2011 7:34 pm
Wilson frowned. This guy was a bit more pessimistic than he would’ve liked. “I don’t think it was a glitch. Otherwise, they would’ve disposed of you by now.” His frown deepened at the thought. “You made it through these past months, haven’t you? You’re still alive, and for a reason.”
He almost breathed a sigh of relief when Before began to change the topic. “No, it’s alright! I can see why you might have these kinds of thoughts.” Wilson grimaced as he recalled his own awakening, where Caelius had all labeled them as ‘second best.’ His division leader really knew how to comfort a bunch of people after faux-dying. “Beat you up?” Wilson shifted uneasily. “We’re all in the same boat, so I don’t see why someone would do that. If you need help just ask, okay? Dunno if I’ll be much use though.”
“Ah, yeah! I’m twenty-two.” Wilson squinted his eyes, closely examining the other trainee. “I’m not very good at telling apart ages, especially since people can vary and stuff, but you look somewhere around my age I think.”
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Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 6:51 am
Before gave Wilson a look that was half disbelief and half oh-you~. "You haven't been awake long enough to see our nutjobs in action. And yes, our leader-figures? Dee-gaf if we die or not. We're just cannon fodder or guinea pigs to them..." > 3> "Ah well, ain't like any of us can just climb back into the pods and go back to sleep." he shrugged then waved his hands dismissively. He was obviously trying to segue into a different topic but clearly needed to work on it.
Before's grin grew wide enough to split his face when he heard Wilson's age. "LEEEEEEEEEGAAAAAAAAAAL!!!!!" he declared happily, suddenly slinging an arm across the other trainee's shoulder. "Man, about time we started getting trainees who weren't all jailbait!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 4:15 pm
Wilson laughed uneasily. Even though he hadn’t been awake for that long, he wasn’t surprised about their leaders. The statement suited them well enough, especially Caelius. “I don’t think I’d ever want to go back into the pods.” He grimaced. While he could have never anticipated his new lifestyle, he still wanted to live if he could help it. “Try not to be so pessimistic, okay? There has to be something about being a hunter that you like.”
He almost jumped at Before’s exclamation. His eyes grew wide and he froze like a deer in headlights when the trainee wrapped an arm across his shoulder. “Uh, yeah. I’m legal…” Wilson glanced at Before. “I’m going to take a guess here and say most of the trainees who woke already are fairly young.” Gale came to mind first. How old was he? He definitely seemed to be a high school student. “I haven’t formally asked for ages, but most of the other Hatchlings seem to be around my age.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 6:16 am
Before seemed completely oblivious of Wilson's discomfort regarding his pessimism. Then again, Before seemed like he had completely forgotten about his pessimism so he wouldn't have a clue why his new friend was all stiff and uncomfortable. Personal space, Before, learn you some~
"Ha! Yeah, a whole bunch of them aren't but iunno if the place is okay with that or not. Or heck, if they even care about who's seeing whom. Prolly so long as we get our tasks done and... not get other people killed in the process. Ah! But speaking of hatchlings, you think you can intro me to some of 'em? Only met Otto-matic, Story, aaaand you."
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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 9:39 pm
The lack of personal space didn’t completely bother Wilson. Only just a little bit. He was used to classmates, friends, and family happily violating his bubble without much of a second thought. It was merely the initial shock of someone he barely knew casually wrapping an arm around his shoulder with little warning. Seconds later, Wilson had already relaxed.
“Well, if they cared about age then they probably wouldn’t have considered them as candidates in the first place.” He attempted to shrug, but found it difficult with the weight of Before’s arm on his shoulders. “Seeing each other?” He frowned. Wilson had forgotten about that. “Sounds reasonable. If it doesn’t hinder our performance then there isn’t much of a reason to ban it. And uh, sure, why not? I haven’t talked to a lot of them yet though. Plus if you could introduce me to some of the other Strays that’d be nice too.” He frowned. This would have to be fixed. “I guess I could introduce you to like…Ryan, and Dakota...” His voice trailed off. “Wait, Story?”
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 10:11 pm
The teal-eyed Lifer beamed *w* "Story's a fellow Lifer. She's real tall, black hair," he began to describe her. Of course, consider how short Before was (he was the shortest guy in the Life Division at 5"7), real tall could mean anything. So helpful you are, Before. "Anyway, I could totes intro you to some of my fellow Lifers and some of the other Deathers like After and Judy!" he grinned. "That's a deal, then, George!" Before totally didn't ask if Wilson knew that was the character's first name 833333
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