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 Posted: Mon Mar 26, 2012 2:22 pm
Saya was effectively hung over. She never had alcohol before but apparently, she wasn't quite sure how, but she had gotten well-acquainted with it. She groaned as she walked throughout the dorm room halls, whispering for Prompto not to speak in her mind today. Physical or mental, any talking seemed to hit her like a truck. Was it the cake? How could something so good have such disastrous after-effects?
She didn't realize such a thing could make someone so incomprehensible. Saya, who had never run into a situation where she couldn't tell left from right, was baffled. Was that her dorm room over there..?
Or was it over here?
Saya felt a faint thud of a door meeting her forehead but she didn't know which door, she saw three.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 3:19 pm
Wilson was definitely sober. He thought alcohol was just fine, but he didn’t take too kindly to the thought of becoming drunk. The behavior some of the other trainees had displayed while he munched on his pizza and sipped his tea had only served to support his choice even more. The party in Allan’s room had gone better than he thought. Sure, he remembered fighting with Tori over a box of pizza, but it was relatively tame compared to what he imagined could have happened instead.
He had been asleep when someone knocked on his door. It had only been a single knock, but it had been loud enough to startle him awake. Yawning, Wilson rolled out of bed and drowsily opened the door. “Hell—What.” Something fell forward, causing him to take a hasty step back. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes until he realized that the thing was actually a person. Now he was awake. “Oh! Um. Are you okay?” No, clearly not. “Uhhhh.” Wilson bent down and tried to help Saya stand up. “Do you want to sit down?”
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 3:08 am
Saya didn't register that she had walked into another room and collapsed until five seconds later. This was crucial to the delayed timeline, when it was another male's room. Once that gender fact was registered, Saya tried to pick herself back up on her own .. except the world was spinning.
She concluded one thing: She was not at her own room.
Partially leaning on the stranger, she was a little surprised at his appearance. But surprise took a lower seat than pain, her head throbbing. "I'm so s-sorry. I never meant to walk into your room." She tried to hastily cover for her rudeness, raising a hand to press against her pained temples. She closed her eyes, wishing that the feeling would simply go away. But mind did not win over matter in this case. She didn't accept his offer so sit down, although it was evident that she lacked the better coherency to simply apologize and leave.
Especially when she didn't know where her room was from here. Since she thought it was here.
"What room am I in?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 7:49 pm
Wilson gladly kept her propped up as she partially leaned on him. She clearly didn’t look too well. “You don’t need to apologize! I understand,” he reassured her with an ever-present smile. Her hand went up to her forehead, and he wondered if she was currently suffering through a headache. He wracked his brain for possible causes of headaches. Stress. Head injuries. Alcohol. He stopped listing causes after the third one. Alcohol. Wilson clearly recalled the male trainees possessing alcohol, and some of the female trainees he had seen last night acted peculiar as well. He would have thought about it more, but the woman’s care took precedence over speculation.
He continued to hold her up as he gently walked her over to his bed and let her sit down. His smile turned apologetic. “Sorry if my bed’s messy. I just got up.” Wilson stood back, letting Saya have his bed while he went to the dresser to put on a jacket over his pajama shirt. At least he had slept with basketball shorts. “My room.” No duh. “I mean, room 169.” He stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets. “I’m Wilson, by the way. Um. Do you need anything?”
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 12:10 am
The male was too sweet, even though Saya was sure she would have done the same thing if a mysteriously hung-over trainee walked into her room. Saya sat on the bed, briefly noting that all trainee rooms must look similar. Although what people filled it up with made them look very different.
169?
Her room was 147, she must have walked too far down the hall then.
"Wilson? Thank you Wilson .. I dont think I need anything. Just give me a moment and I'll be out of your way." She held up a hand, intended for a shake, towards Wilson. "I'm Saya. I'm sorry you have to see me like this. I'm not really sure what happened .. last night but .."
Obviously, some were smart enough to avoid the side-effects. Saya's foot moved nervously, hitting against a soft furry.. Wait, what could be soft and furry? Saya moved her foot, her gaze focusing downwards. her mind was not in it's most coherent state, drawing conclusions she would ordinarily not have jumped to. He was a male so stuffed animals were out of the option. Saya looked down, her face expressing the worst horror. D-Did Wilson kill a yellow animal?!
It sorta looked like a lion-faced puppy, did Wilson kill a puppy Q_Q!
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 3:31 pm
With his friendly smile and dimples, Wilson totally had the face of a puppy killer.
His room was plain and filled with few decorations. There were some photo frames hung on the walls, a few piles of books on his desk, and a couple of other things scattered around. Perhaps Saya would notice the pet rock—which had been rescued from Ryan’s fury—neatly placed next to a colorful Rubik’s cube on his nightstand.
He shook his head. “No problem! Take your time, okay?” Wilson reached out for her outstretched hand and shook it. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve had mornings like that too.” The mention of last night had him curious. “I heard the girls had a sleepover. Were you there?” He also guessed there had been alcohol, judging by the peculiar tweets and behavior he saw yesterday. Wilson noticed her downward gaze and followed it until he spotted the flash of yellow. Eyes widened and he nervously stepped forward to lightly kick the backpack under the bed. “Umm. Yeah.”
That wasn't suspicious at all.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 2:03 am
"Yeah, we had a sleepover and Miss Julie had cake so we.." She tried to explain, the trainee wasn't quite looking up at Wilson at this point, her hand slid awkwardly to bring out the hair from the back of her neck to rest along her shoulders. There was a moment of suspicious silence, as both trainees awkwardly experienced something they should not have.
Saya decided to break it.
"You know, I'm not really set in the ways things work around here .. but I'm pretty sure, dead animals leave a certain odor if you keep them t-too long." Saya tried to advise, wondering partially if he was keeping it as food rations.
Was that yellow animal even edible?
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Posted: Sun Apr 29, 2012 3:18 pm
Wilson perked up at the mention of cake. He liked sweet foods, especially cake. But then an image of Cass covered in cake flashed through his mind. He frowned and cupped his chin with one hand. Was that the cake Saya was referring to? Wilson attempted to remember if there was anything off about Cass yesterday, but he couldn’t remember—wait there was the funny tweets. It sounded like Cass had been drunk. His gaze swiveled back to Saya. “So you ate the cake?”
“Huh?” He looked incredibly confused. “I don’t have any dead animals. That sounds creepy and crazy.” His lips twisted into a deep frown. “I couldn’t bear to keep a dead animal in my room.”
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Posted: Tue May 01, 2012 1:35 am
"Yeah, Miss Julie's teddy bears and her frosting design was really a work of art! I think Miss Julie could be a professional baker." Saya recalled the lavish and extravagant multi-layered cake with a bright cheeriness. It was uncomfortable eating the teddy bears but Saya figured, better her than smashed or melted into indiscernible colors.
At Wilson's next line, Saya's hands raised in confusion, pointing to the dead animal that Wilson kicked under his bed. The dead animal that wasn't really a dead animal, according to Wilson. But wasn't it..?
"But you just kicked a yellow animal under your bed." She pointed out with immense confusion, the liquor going to her head a little more than it should have.
In Saya's honest opinion, it could have been a baby giraffe. It was the only plausibly yellow thing in her head, discounting the fact it was completely impossible in terms of size and hunter's island location.
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 3:13 pm
Curious, Wilson raised both of his brows at Saya. “Is she? I’ve never actually seen her cooking, except for maybe some of her cookies, so I never realized,” he admitted. The idea of Julie being a professional baker had never struck him, but perhaps that was because she had a few screws loose and her appearance didn’t look conducive to being artistically-inclined. At least, not skillfully.
She pointed toward the backpack under the bed, which made the corner of his lips twitch. Wilson had been hoping no one would ever find out about the backpack. He still didn’t know why he had bothered to keep it in the first place. “Um, you mean the backpack?” The man shifted awkwardly in place. Yes, of course she meant the backpack. After a moment’s hesitation, he bent down to grab one of its straps and pull it out to fully revealing the lion backpack. “I got this from Allan from my promotion. Uhhh I think it’s from that Bleach thing he likes so much.” Wilson wasn’t completely sure. He didn’t read manga.
The possibility that Saya had thought he was a puppy killer never occurred to him.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 11:49 pm
"Oh."
It was a very feeling sound she made.
"It's not a dead giraffe. Or a dead lion.. or a dead puppy."
Saya's whole body lowered in relief, hands on her chest to release the deep breath she wasn't aware of holding. "Oh! I think I saw him in a episode or two," She remembered her past life, when her guardian had been an avid fan of Bleach. And Naruto .. and Inazuma Eleven. Although saying that Saya watched one episode was just a cover to hide the fact, she had only just been starting on the anime when the series of hunters event happened.
Sadly, Saya didn't know what happened beyond episode fifty. Late starts sucked.
"He's a really prominent character! He's really cute too, the way he's an illegal mod soul and he--- I mean, you should keep him. On the window or something."
Especially since it was a gift.
".. Not under your bed."
Saya would never have gotten this far, if the part of her brain that demanded manners and politeness wasn't rapidly starting to dim. But it was.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 4:12 pm
“Yeah.” Wilson curiously stared at Saya. Did she think it was something e—Oh God. “Oh, no no no! I would never do such a thing. I could never kill an animal or bring a dead animal into my room. That’s cruel and crazy.”
He didn’t know a lot about anime or manga. Wilson was sort of familiar with Bleach only because he once had a college friend who absolutely loved anime. What little he knew about the series was only from the tidbits his friend had told him or whatever little research he had managed to do after meeting Allan for the first time.
Wilson didn’t really know what Saya was talking, so he just nodded his head while attentively listening. “Oh, is he? Yes he is sort of cute. Illegal mod soul?” Then he laughed awkwardly. “On…the window?” The trainee wasn’t sure how much he liked the idea. “Er. I mean, I didn’t mean to put him under the bed it just, well, it just sort of happened. I’m not very familiar with Bleach, to be honest.” Wilson rubbed the back of his neck.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 12:21 am
Saya was looking at it critically. It was a promotion gift so she shouldn't but .. she tipped her head, playing with the idea in her head for a moment. Hm. Hmmm.
Saya didn't see much else but to go forward with it, unless she wanted it to remain as a continually small wonder in the back of her mind.
"Well! It is a promotion gift .. but if you're not that familiar with it, perhaps you might be receptive to the idea of us trading duties or paying you for it? It's quite a rare find from where I'm from!" Saya proposed, a little nervously, apparently estimating the percentage of rejection to be pretty high. But it was Kon. It wasn't the cheap felt-fabricated backpack either, it was the high quality plush kind.
Did she forget the button eyes?
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 5:17 pm
Saya was looking at the backpack with a contemplative expression. His gaze switched between the moon trainee and the pack. What was running through her head at that moment?
“Yes?” He tilted his head to the side, mirroring Saya. “Oh, sure! Go ahead.” Wilson smiled, offering the Kon backpack to her. “If you’ll put it to better use than I will, I’ll gladly give it. You don’t need to give me anything in return.”
Wilson, that’s not how you trade.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 8:06 pm
Saya had been expecting a no, so Wilson's easy answer stunned her a bit. His generosity was overwhelming to Saya, shaking her head. her hands clutching the backpack as he offered it, she shook her head.
"I can't accept a gift for free. I should .."
She tried to think of what might be a nice way to return the favor. Shielding him in battle, shielding any hunter in battle was a priority. So a bttle-related favor was just about useless. He wasn't taking money either..
"On a trip out of Deus, if our timedates happen to coincide, perhaps I could treat you to a short outing? You and anybody else you want to bring! Although .. I'm not very well-paid so it'll have to be a cheap one."
Trainees weren't paid a lot, clearly. Enough but not a lot.
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