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 Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 8:14 pm
When Wilson woke up, he found multiple bruises speckled all over his body. He tried to sit up, but quickly found that he really freaking hurt and decided to lay back in bed for the time being. Lifting one arm up to cover his eyes, Wilson squeezed his eyes shut while he searched for yesterday’s memories. He had done some training that day and afterwards chilled in his room before receiving a message—ALLAN. His eyes grew wide and he shot out of bed, unleashing another wave of aches that made him wheeze. An arm gently reached back to rub at a particular spot, right where Allan had smacked him on the back yesterday. It was supposed to be reassuring, but uh, that hadn’t worked out well.
But wait, that had been his promotion mission. How had he done had he failed somehow or had he—
Right next to his bed was a familiar, unwanted backpack. Slowly, a cautious Wilson leaned over to stare at the Kon backpack for a second before honing in on the new jacket. With some effort, he managed to reach down to take the jacket and unfold it: the familiar trim many of the other intermediate trainees donned on their coats. He cracked a smile before he picked up the photo. What the?! Then Wilson read the note and decided to kick the backpack and photo under his bed for now.
Wilson got out of—more like crashed out of—bed and made his way for the door. Being promoted was great and all, but he felt pretty shitty right now.
And so he limped down the hallway toward…he didn’t know. Somewhere.
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 8:45 pm
Ami was the lightest sleeper on the face of the earth. Reeling back to her earliest memories, she woke up at the sound of a cat meowing one time when she was on a camping trip with her family.
So Wilson's little limp down the hall didn't go unnoticed. Ami woke up, still groggy and moaned. She grabbed her hunter coat and buttoned it shut so no one would see the hideous pajamas she was wearing underneath. She would never let anyone see her in bad clothing, ever. In fact, going out without decent make up and clothing right now was practically suicide for her. She was going to die of embarrassment if anyone ever found out.
With a grumble, she opened the door and peered down the hallway. Oh. Oh my. This wasn't just some stupid jock kid tramping down the hall, this was Wilson, and he looked seriously hurt. "Wilson? Are you okay?" she said, her voice full of concern. It could've been some stupid prank, but it was still the humane thing to do- check if he was okay, that is.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 4:25 pm
Fortunately, Wilson still wore the clothes from yesterday (although his shirt had mysteriously been put back on; since he distinctly taking off his shirt and coat to put on that horrendous robe for the mission). It had been a long, silent limp-walk down the hallway. He wondered why the corridor of trainee rooms had to be so long. If something happened to the building, what would happen to the trainees in the middle? The schematics didn’t make sense to him.
Someone called out his name and he stopped. “Hm?” A couple looks around and Wilson spotted an open door and a concerned Ami. He put on a smile, weaker than what he usually donned. “Yeah, I’m fine.” His tone didn’t sound as perky as it usually did, either. Instead of hobbling over to her room, Wilson opted to stay smack dab in the middle of the hallway. He reached behind to get at the large bruise on his back. “Just, uh, went through a really bad Shadow Run yesterday.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:35 pm
Ami looked around the hallway hesitantly, making sure no one was watching this embarrassing departure. Luckily, it seemed everyone had had a long day and was staying in their rooms. Maybe no one was around. Maybe there was a sleepover going on somewhere where everyone was fighting over pizza. Nahhh.
"Shadow Run?" Ami said, eyebrow cocked. Her expression was clearly skeptic, but she sad nothing on the matter. She took a few steps and offered him her hand up. "You don't look so good. I think I have some tylenol in my room, why don't you come in?"
Normally Ami would never invite a man in her room. Ever. It was simply out of the question. Wilson ... Well he just looked so beat up. She couldn't help but feel pity for him. All she was doing was helping a fellow teammate heal up. That was it. Nothing else.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 2:38 pm
Pizza? Pizza sounded pretty good right about now, actually. Wilson couldn’t recall the last time he had had a slice. Since the Lambs had woken up and gotten their welcoming? Somewhere around that time. He could really go for some pizza. Maybe even fight for it.
“Yeah,” he confirmed with an uneasy smile. He didn’t speak with Ami often, but his other friends at least knew his poor track record with the sun training course. This last attempt—attempts, rather—had been both terrifyingly pathetic and promising at the same time. How was that even possible? It just was. His expression lightened up at the mention of Tylenol. “You actually keep some in your room?” With the Life labs not too far, he had never bothered, but he didn’t enjoy going there for treatment. Wilson’s smile turned grateful, straightening up while still reaching for the bruise on his back. “This was probably the worst run yet…uh. Runs.”
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 8:49 am
Ami shot Wilson a look that said, "You really don't want to know why I keep tylenol in my room." Unless Wilson wanted to know about lady problems, but that was another matter entirely.
She gestured him inwards and then shut the door behind her quietly. After a moment of rummaging through a small backpack in the corner of her room (which was, other than the short pile of books, and closet with clothing) the only thing that really distinguished Ami's room from anyone else. She didn't bother putting up decorations or pictures, because she wasn't attached to anything- or anyone- else.
Finally she found the small bottle of tylenol in her bag, and held it out for Wilson to take. "What happened?" she asked, curious about these runs. She'd been looking at some of the training courses, but if she was going to end up like Wilson ... she'd pass, thank you very much.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 3:37 pm
He blinked at the look Ami shot him, but Wilson decided to not pry any further. Ami’s expression had convinced him that he probably did not want to know anyways.
Wilson followed Ami inside and stood by the door, arms draped at his sides. He spent his time looking over the few items that decorated the room and sometimes reaching up to examine the bruises on his back or arms. Each touch made him wince. Allan had a really good throwing arm. Maybe he used to be a baseball player. The thought almost made him laugh. “Oh, I was just, tossed around a lot,” he admitted, coupled with a few vague gestures of his arm. He took the bottle and turned it around to read the directions before taking the appropriate dosage. “Thanks.”
“It wasn’t too bad. There were special circumstances, so Shadow Run isn’t that painful. Really.”
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 8:58 pm
Ami remained standing, even though she was exhausted. She really wanted to just lay back down in bed and go to sleep, but that would be weird with Wilson here. She didn't even want to sit down with him here. It was that uncomfortable for her. So stand she would.
"Special circumstances?" she questioned, taking the bottle back from him. Those bruises looked really painful. Yeesh and he kept poking them. "Don't touch them idiot. You'll just bruise deeper. I swear this is why hunters die so often- you're terrible at taking care of yourself.."
She shook her head and said, "Sorry, sorry back to your story. Special circumstances?" She needed the info so as to be prepared for future runs.
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 9:59 pm
Wilson continued to stand by the door. He noticed Ami still standing and motioned with one arm for her to sit down on her bed. It was her room after all. She should be able to sit on her bed whenever she wanted.
“Um, yeah.” He was about to scratch at one of his bruises—totally an accident okay—when she suddenly pointed out that touching them would worsen the bruise. Wilson flinched and kept his hands strictly by his sides. “Oh, right.” The corners of his lips twitched into a smile. Die. Right. “Sorry about that.”
“It was just, uh.” He scratched the back of his head, wincing at the muscle pain. “Allan was giving me my promotion mission and uh…”
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 9:07 pm
Ami ignored his gesture. She would not sit on the bed Sam I am. She would not sit on it with green eggs and ham.
She also rolled her eyes when he apologized. Jesus he was so mopey. Someone needed a backbone. Ami snapped to attention when he said promotion though. "Your promotion mission did this to you? God what did they make you do, wrestle a bear?" She rolled her eyes and shook her head condescendingly.
Yeah, the fact that he had passed and actually accomplished slipped by her. No compliments for you Wilson.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 3:50 pm
She still didn’t sit on the bed. Well, Wilson decided to leave it at that. He didn’t want to force someone to do something they would rather not do.
Wilson had plenty of backbone. On a normal day, but this wasn’t exactly a normal day. He was feeling kind of—note: really—shitty this morning. He shot Ami a shaky smile. “Um. Yeah. Well, I told you, right? It was just a run through Shadow Run.” Wilson was close to sighing. “Except I suck at it.” Allan tossing him around like a rag doll hadn’t helped much either.
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2012 2:16 pm
Ami shook her head and said, "Well you just have to get better at it. Or maybe you should just stop it altogether." Always encouraging, that Ami.
She moved to pick up the cup of tea she'd left on her bedside table before Wilson had fallen into her room, and took a small sip from it. The taste was far less enjoyable than a few hours before, but it was at least something she could drink for now.
Finally, she said, "Well you're not sleeping in my room. Let's get you back to yours." With that, she took a brisk step towards the door, and gestured him to follow.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 8:26 pm
Wilson threw Ami a look at the last suggestion. Stop it altogether? Really? Being able to hit a monster was sort of an important task for a hunter to learn in case you didn’t know, Ami. And for some reason Wilson had a wonderful talent of sucking at it. How had he gotten promoted again? Wilson didn’t want to remember.
He raised his arms. “I would never dream of it! I couldn’t sleep in another girl’s room.” Well, unless that room happened to be Emmaline’s, but even then Wilson didn’t want to bother her by sleeping in her room every night. But uh, anyways. “Um. Right.” Awkward smile. Wilson slowly shuffled toward the door. Ow. Ow. Pain. Pain everywhere.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2012 10:10 pm
Ami sighed and rolled her eyes, waiting for Wilson to make it to the door. When she could finally see that he was a lost cause, she hooked her arm under his and around his back, providing support for him as he walked.
Ami raised an eyebrow rather skeptically. "Don't you have a girlfriend? What was her name again ... Emmaline, yes?" She gave him one of her seldom seen wayward smiles and added, "This isn't kindergarten Wilson. I should think you've slept in her room more than once or twice."
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 9:41 pm
Wilson smiled sheepishly at Ami. “Sorry, but thank you! I really appreciate it.”
He stiffened at the mention of Emmaline. “I…do,” he spoke slowly and with hesitation. It was pretty rare for him to mention he had a girlfriend, mainly because he thought Emmaline didn’t want these kinds of things public, but that was just him. How awkward. Wilson wisely decided to turn his gaze elsewhere as they left the room. “I have, but in general I couldn’t. Em’s an exception.”
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