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 Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 3:47 pm
So anything that said, DO NOT ENTER at Deus generally meant just that - be it because the place was unsafe or just that Ofelia really didn't need to be going in there. As a result she didn't want to talk about what she'd done as she limped back towards the dorm commons, her phone still beeping at her and the screen cracked beyond all high heaven. Her leg hurt and had a nasty cut on it (her shoes were okay though, she was glad about that) and her face had a bit of dirt (probably because she face planted), but over all she was still dressed and not dying like she thought she would only a few moments before. At the very least she was in one piece and just feeling utterly stupid.
She glanced down at her phone again and at the weird little message system thing (her caps lock was still stuck) and she hoped that Marcus was in the dorm commons where he said he was going to be. If he wasn't there then Ofelia sure as hell wasn't going to seek him out and she was going to just have to suck it up with a beeping phone and an unhappy leg - the life labs could kiss her a** if they thought she was going in there alone. People in white coats freaked the hell outta her, mostly because she didn't trust how the smelled and the fact hospitals always had a lot of those voices there.
"Marrrcccuuuuusssss." Ofelia didn't even pretend to hide the whine in her voice as she entered the commons, her head turning side to side as she looked around for one of the few people she knew on a first name basis here in the amazing club.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 4:12 pm
Marcus reacted when he heard girls whining his name. Maybe it was a general guy thing but when a girl whined his name he tended to worry. They wanted his attention. You gave a girl attention because if you didn't you'd regret it. That was his logic anyway. He'd been waiting for Ofelia like he said he would, but when she arrived- he sighed. Judging by her messages she had gone where she shouldn't have. "Ofelia." He greeted her, looking down at the dirt and just...her form. She was pretty beat up. "Whatever happened to you... I am sure we can fix it, you phone as we-" He just caught sight of the cracked beeping phone. "Well, you might need a new phone but on the bright side whatever happened to you didn't kill you."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 4:22 pm
"Gaaahhhh Marcusss." Ofelia practically jumped onto the Moon Hunter as soon as she was closer enough to do so, her fingers that weren't death gripping the phone now death gripping his shoulder. "They need ta put locks on stuff they dun wan people ta go inta - what if someone dun know how ta read really well? Signs ain't always 'nough." She wasn't really going to admit that she was piss poor at reading and often skipped through things that involved it, so maybe she could somehow just push off her guilt and make someone else think that the Deus place was really at fault. 100% them, for sure.
She let go after a moment, or two, or whatever (she wasn't counting) and showed her damaged phone to her companion. "Ah threw it at the wall a few times when it was beepin' b'fore. Ah dunno how ta work this whole phone thing, mah aunt never let technology inta her house. Said it was the devils work or sommin', plus Ah didn' have anyone ta call so...." Ofelia grinned sheepishly and shifted the weight on her leg. Hot damn it hurt. "Ya think Ah'll get in trouble fer it?" If she had to pay for anything then Ofelia was way out of luck since she had no money and very few marketable skills.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 4:25 pm
Wilson kind of knew Ofie. Kind of. Sort of. Maybe. He vaguely knew her as the sun trainee that was in the room a couple doors down from his own, but that was all he remembered about her. However, Ofie needed help—or at least she needed someone who could attempt to fix her phone. While he wasn’t as much of a techie like Deryk, he figured he knew enough. Besides, how badly could she have damaged her phone? They appeared to be pretty durable.
Hands in his jeans pockets, he slipped out of his dorm and down the hallway. It was a long walk—a part of Wilson wondered why he had chosen a room so far down, but oh well—but eventually the commons was in sight. “Marcus!” His face lit up with recognition at the moon trainee as he half-nodded at Marcus. Then he turned to examine Ofie.
Oh. Well. Um. Wow. “Uhhh. What exactly did you get into?” Wilson asked with a confused smile. The incessant beeping finally drew his attention toward the cracked phone. What the— “Er. Sorry, I don’t think I can fix that.”
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 4:56 pm
People jumping on him- he really should be getting used to this sort of thing. "It's alright. Maybe in general just... avoid doors with anything on them? Hell a door might say come in but really it's a trap. I wouldn't put it past some of the hunters." Or trainees for that matter. Thankfully he'd not had anything like that happen...yet. Looking at the phone- man she'd done a number on it. He admit though, he was pretty amazed with the fact it was still working. Maybe the runes turned them into the modern magical version of a nokia? They could do a hammer test- or not. Who was to say the runes might explode of something. "Well, you might get reprimanded for breaking it, but can't see them getting too pissed. I mean, hunters are bound to break them on missions. Probably happens often enough. And if you need help you should just ask. Half of us here would be willing, I'm sure." Waving to Wilson, Marcus nodded. "If it was a basic break maybe but this looks like...runic tech. And I'm not really up fiddling with that stuff." 
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 5:45 pm
Okay wait who was this coming over now and talking to her. "Howdy." Ofelia wasn't shy enough to back away and she held her phone out to them, seeing as they were talking to her about it. As for what she's gotten into? "Ah uh...found out that....uh...some doors are best left closed let's leave it entirely to that okay? Okay."
The stairs and then the fence and whatever else was not going to be talked about ever okay? Even Rue was swearing herself to silence (not that anyone but Ofelia could ever hear her), and so they pressed on the conversation. Ofelia's leg was hurting and her phone was broken and Marcus said something about runes and good lord that went entirely over her head. "Runic what? These phones are special is that what yer sayin'?"
Holy cow fancy phones that were magical was beyond her pay grade too and then well they kept talking about them and missions. Ofelia could understand missions and mission talk so being told if it broke on a mission happened then well, that was okay. "Ah guess Ah can lie ta 'em an' say it was on a mission, right?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 6:21 pm
He tilted his head and stared at the phone upon hearing Marcus’ words. “You think? I’ve been pretty careful about not dropping my phone, so I can’t tell.” Wilson seemed rather impressed with it anyways. Shouldn’t the screen be black by now? He nodded his head again. “Yeah, I’m not a Lifer, so I don’t really know how to work with runes. Although…” The Death and Life divisions were supposed to work together, and he knew the basic rundown of runes. Maybe he could get lucky? Then again, Wilson began to reconsider the thought as he continued to stare at the runes. Erk.
Wilson could only imagine what sort of troubles Ofelia had run into. “Right. I’m Wilson, by the way. I think you’re a couple doors down from my room.” He leaned forward to point at her broken screen. “They are! The runes are coded and give the phone special properties. I know there are supposed to be uh, layers of runes or something, but I need to brush up on my runes stuff.”
"Maybe if you play your cards right they won't even ask!" Hopeful Wilson was hopeful.
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Posted: Mon Mar 05, 2012 11:58 pm
Marcus was willing to let the notion of exploring things that didn't need to be explored untouched. Because one day, that would be him, and his curiosity. "Runes, normal signals and electronics don't work here, so they need runic upgrades more often than not. Other then that?" Marcus shrugged. "Moon doesn't handle this s**t. At all." Marcus would probably break it before he fixed it. Maybe make some kind of runic abomination. He wasn't good with science things. "And no, if you say it was a mission, they'll ask for a mission report, and it's highly unlikely you'd be able to bullshit that one. Nah, just say you were sparring and a charged attack got your phone on accident. That should cover you. If they ask who you sparred with, just say me. I don't really care." The moon trainee, winced as he looked it over again. "You threw this at a wall you said?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2012 8:22 pm
"Ah threw it several times! The more it beeped the more Ah threw 'case Ah f'gur'd eventually it'd stop, yanno?" Ofelia lifted the phone closer to her face and looked at the cracked surface. "Ooooh, it is kinda glowin'. Pretty." She'd never noticed the pretty runes or whatever before and when everyone started to tell what division they were she added to it. "An' yeah, Ah'm a Sunnie so ya can guess Ah'm not any good at tech either since Ah broke it ta start wit'. Maybe we can like...swap one out when we get someone ta look over mah leg? Ah never feel bad 'bout lyin' ta strangers over me breakin' sommin' if Ah get outta trouble for it."
Yeah, her leg was still hurting and was still bleeding. Clinging onto Marcus didn't really change that at all, and neither did talking to this Wilson person. "Also, mah name's Ofelia but jus' call me Ofie. Most everyone does....'cause Ah ask 'em too." Adding that fact in was important. She wasn't aware of any roommates other than Circus Queen being close by so she made a note in her mind to go and check out Wilson's room later on. They could have a slumber party (or something) since clubs always had slumber parties, right? Hell, she didn't know.
We need to move along before you get blood all over the carpet and your delicious looking companion, hick. See if he will carry you so you don't continue to shame me with your hobbling and horrible way of walking.
"We should probably get a move on be'fore someone notices a group o'us jus' stanin' in an area an' tries ta make us do work?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 5:40 pm
“It might depend on the mission. Maybe something could have happened that damaged the phone.” Immediately, Wilson’s thought went to the external mission in China. Since he could speak Mandarin he figured navigating around the area would have been easy, but no, there just had to be a raging mob of farmers (and a Justin to provoke them. He still didn’t understand Justin speak.) A phone could have easily gotten crushed by the mob. Wilson threw both Marcus and Ofie incredulous looks. “Thrown at a wall?” Why would you throw a phone at a wall? He attempted to digest Ofie’s reasoning and then promptly stopped. Some people were not technology savvy. His dad had been very averse to technology. Maybe Mr. Hopkins would have thrown his phone at the wall too.
“Alright. I’ll call you Ofie then.” He nodded obligingly. “You can call me whatever you want as long as I know it’s me.” Wilson looked around to see if there were any senior hunters walking around, but luckily there was none. “Don’t see anyone else, but if they come I’m sure they’ll let us take you to the labs instead.”
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Posted: Fri Mar 09, 2012 9:18 pm
He was still a bit baffled at the fact she threw it at a wall of all things. Several times no less. This girl- "Whatever story you choose, just stick with it. But if they can call you out on it... I'd come clean. No reason to get a reputation as a liar you know?" Unlike some sun trainees, Marcus didn't think she deserved getting s**t, especially over a phone. "Alright, just lean on me and we'll get you to the labs. I mean, you can still walk a bit right?" He looked at the blood then frowned. "I mean, I can carry you, or Wilson can. I dunno, pick your dude of the day?" He shrugged. "Either way, you and that phone need to get patched up."
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2012 7:33 pm
"Ah dun really wanna be known as a liar, that's the perfect way ta make sure no one ever trusts ya. Ah wanna have people trust me 'cause that's really important in clubs, right? If none of us trust each other we're all gonna die on a mission." Man, Ofelia really wanted to go on a mission. She'd been on two external ones with people, both to the same place, and somehow she'd missed the trip to the north pole and that had made her really sad. She didn't want to think on it though since it'd only make her pout and show her a** in this situation, and Ofelia shifted her weight onto her leg. That happened to be a mistake as she hissed, a thin sound that indicated she was in more pain than she'd been willing to let on. "Ah honestly dunno if either of ya'll can lift me. Ah'm a lot heavier than Ah look an' Ah'd feel bad if like...ya got blood on yer coats an' clothes? Ah dun really have the money ta repay ya."
She rubbed the back of her neck and took a tentative step forward, glad that her leg was still holding. She really needed to invest in pants or something because there was a chance that if she'd been wearing pants her leg wouldn't have gotten cut in the process. "Ah'm sorry ta make ya guys go wit' me ta the labs, Ah jus' hate medical places. Never liked 'em since Ah was little an' had to go an' get surgery there. Too many voices, even when it was supposed ta be quiet."
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 5:06 pm
Wilson nodded his agreement. “Especially since you can’t exactly escape the island. Well, you could, but I imagine it wouldn’t end very well.” Images of Caelius scything a helpless trainee or shoving them back into a pod entered his mind. He shuddered. Not exactly the way he wanted to go out. Then Ofie’s words brought back his attention. It reminded him a lot of what Allan had sort of said at the end of the last mission (he still didn’t understand the point of that last mission.) He heard her hiss and a concerned Wilson looked down at her leg. “If you really think so, then I don’t see why both Marcus and I can’t carry you together. That should be fine.” Wilson cracked a grin. “No need to worry about bloodstains. These coats see a lot of grime.”
Another nod. “I can understand that. I never really liked how hospitals were always so white and sterile. It was just really odd, I guess. Still is, actually. Can’t say I’ve had surgery, but I’ve definitely had my arms or legs in a cast before.”
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 6:05 pm
He doubted lying about a phone was the same as someone lying about a relationship or a mission. Still "Like Wilson said, the coats see a lot of grime, and if they get super stained well- they just get replaced., no cost to us." He'd seen it happen once before, it could happen again but he doubted bloodstains were anything new. He was just shooting in the dark with cost however. Too bad about her not licking hospitals however. "Sorry Ofelia, but it's for your own good." Grabbing her by the waist Marcus hoisted her over his shoulder. And realize no, she hadn't been lying. Damn just when he'd been hoping girls were feathers. It wasn't the worst he'd had to do, and doing construction work had been keeping him fit, not to mention the gym. "Hospital or no, you need your leg looked at and you can't walk on it. And for the record, I promise next time I'll carry you more lady like and less caveman."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 7:08 pm
"Ah was unaware we can't esca-sdjfhdfsdkjfhsdifsdf" Ofelia wasn't really ready for the sudden lift that Marcus placed on her. One moment she was looking at her friends and then the very next moment she was looking at the ground and was off of it. It took everything in her power not to squeal like a little girl out of sheer surprise and it also took everything in her power not to punch Marcus in the back of the head for startling her so quickly. "Ah, well, okay...if...ya..say so." She didn't really feel like putting up much of a fight now either, instead moving her hand to make sure that her eye was in place. Having it pop out and roll away -again- just didn't seem like a good thing. Maybe she should just stop wearing it all together and hope for the best that way?
When Wilson piped up about not liking how they looked, she somewhat shrugged to the best of what she could given her location. "Their looks never bothered me, it was the sounds like Ah said. Didn' any'a y'all hear the cryin' an' stuff in yer rooms at night? Or sometimes the laughter? Ah always hated it more than anythin', an' when Ah was little Ah had ta spend lots'a time in there on account'a infections." Man, even talking about it made her skin crawl. Her brother had to sleep in the room with her to keep her calm, sometimes even in the bed, and even as she got older she still found she hated that place. The voices weren't so bad, but the place itself and the memories. Ugh. "Also...jus'....how far ta the labs? Like Ah said an' like ya can tell Ah ain't light. Ah dun wanna have ya hurt on account'a me."
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