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 Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 4:14 pm
Bix had a bit of an open door policy when it came to his room. He'd always had his door open when he was down in his dorm and now was no different. Generally people on this floor preferred a bit more privacy but Bix found it a bit more lonely not to see the familiar faces walking by. Earlier in the day he'd been texting Ceres back and forth about the normal random crap (like what was in the cafeteria today and what sort of gossip or catastrophes had happened while they all slept). He'd told her to come by if she was bored but that was a normal every day sort of thing.
The hunter had decided to finish unpacking and had a few things he wanted to do in his new room. He'd been snooping around in the on-island net and had found some hunter's pictures of modifications they'd made to their rooms. With nothing else to occupy his time, He figured he'd give it a try. Of course his comics had made it to the shelves first, organized with the usual a**l retention.
He was currently going through the few boxes of things he'd brought up and they were all spread out on the floor around him.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 4:57 pm
Ceres had been a hermit recently, besides going out for her duties and the occasional visit to Bix, she really had not visited many others. Why? No real reason really, she was just feeling antisocial for some time, so she limited her outgoings. She was not depressed or anything, she was like any normal person and just needed some down time was all.
Bix was an exception. Being her best friend... well, she would pester the man be it in person or text messaging. She was just glad these deus phones were unlimited texts. The deus company must make some big bucks out there, to support this. Allan had given herself a little taste of what company deus hides behind in her promotion mission, not that she ever told anyone (no not even you, Bix.) yet that she was dressed as a giant moogle for a period of time.
Back to reality though, there was only one bad thing about being alone sometimes. She was so freaking BORED.
That was part of what drove her to go see him today, other reasons well... she enjoyed his company. She was starting to really more and more that she really... really, liked him. Not even bothering to knock more than once, she opened the door and peeked her head inside and quickly took in the scene.
"...You are even clean and organized when you are unpacking. I sometimes wonder if you are secretly an alien in human skin. Going to give me a heart attack and say you clean your own dishes and vacuum too?" She gave a crooked smile, letting herself in. Ceres had knocked and waited for him to get the door in the beginning... but she was over his room so much recently that she let herself in more often than not not. If he minded she hunched he would voice his opinion, either that or he did not mind pushy women.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 5:09 pm
"You should probably worry more if I'm a probing alien or not." Bix glanced up at her with a goofy face. Apparently he was failing at making himself look like an alien. Ceres looked good as always. It was a pleasant constant and thankfully the thought didn't cue his signature blush. The two of them had begun to hang out and talk enough, that if they didn't... one or the both of them would get worried. It was different than with his guy friends. They could not talk for weeks without a worried thought. "Organization isn't a bad thing. I always know where everything is."
Except his socks tended to disappear. What was that about? It was always socks.
"And uhh.. " His eyes darted to the side. "I do dishes and vacuum. And dust." DUST. Women didn't even dust. WTF BIX.
"Shut up and help me. I just need to unpack these boxes." There were only 3 and he was on box one. It seemed to be miscellaneous knick knacks. Action figures, mugs, pens and notebooks, random novels. "Also I think I'm gonna start becoming Martha Stewart up in here. You know anywhere on-island I can get fabric?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 6:08 pm
"I dont think your a face hugger, so i think my stomach is safe from your alien babies." She smirked back at him but made her way over and allowed her face to melt into a small smile.
before she Saluted him. "Yes, Sir! Though, sir, are you sure you want me to touch your things, Sir? I dont know i tend to not be as organized of a unpacker. Though i think i just got a mental image of you in a dress and apron, and i think im going to go die laughing in a corner first..."
"Sir."
She promptly closed her eyes and bit her lip, barely holding back the laughter at the mental image. He was dressed like a classic old movie mother, with the heels and.... bad beehive hair. Oh what a horrifying sight THAT was.
She quickly picked something up and put it away where she thought it went without another word.
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 6:23 pm
 Not funny Ceres. Not funny. Bix gave her a dead stare and huffed before going back to the box he'd emptied. Most of it was books and his desk was in the corner, empty and waiting for them. The notebooks and pens were self explanatory but Bix made a point to carry his family photo over and set it up where he wanted. It was him, his mom, dad, and the happy face of a little blonde brother. Bix seemed to be in early high school with a bit of acne, no smile, and a medium length braid. He made a point, on the way back to the spread of stuff, to shoulder nudge the laughing girl with a grin. "Don't imagine my skirt too short you perv."
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 6:58 pm
"Sorry, Babe. Didn't mean to upset you." She finally managed to choke out after quieting her giggles. Which happened rather quickly after she noticed how unamused he was, that was a really quick way to sober her up. The nudge helped too. Whiping away at her eyes, Ceres looked rather...sheepish, for a moment even. "Sorry if i upset you, promise it was a.... flattering dress?" Well, sort of.
There might have been flower print involved, he didnt need to know that.
Reaching into one of the boxes she managed to pick out a few things once more and put them on the shelves... she guessed that was where he wanted his figurines? "You'll need to tell me if i put something somewhere wrong." She said over her shoulder as she finished putting the last few up, returning back to the box.
"...Though, i admit, i AM curious. Whats the fabric for?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2012 7:14 pm
"I'm not upset.." Bix shrugged a bit. he was just messin with her. "Eh it's fine. I'm sure I'll move everything a thousand times until it's perfect anyway." Perfect? Well as close to it as he could stand. "Oh I was looking at some pictures of other dorms.. and then looking at some Martha Stewart stuff." He motioned to a closet near his door. "Stole some construction supplies and I'm gonna make a backboard for this bed.. to make it look like a couch. A little stuffing and some fabric and a nail gun... BAM. Couch." Wasn't he crafty? Bix sifted through some stuff and found his wallet. "Oh hey.. funny stuff? Check this out." He tossed her his wallet. Every school ID he ever had was in there, as well as prom pics of himself and friends and some family things. There were even still expired coupons for sushi places near his college. he'd forgotten about the slip of a letter tucked inside. Quote: - looking back at everything in my line of duty, about all that was given to me, I know without a doubt that I do not regret my decisions, not now, not ever. It is my responsibility to be a leader, but the difference between a good leader and a great one is the way they treat those around them.
- F
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 6:05 pm
"Well aren't you Mister Handy Man, wish we could fix up the dorms below... minus patching new holes. I'd ask for your advice." Ceres might know how to cook and clean but.... frankly decorating was not really her for-tay. If her own place wasn't indication of that, it was rather bland.
Maybe she needed a fish.
Though she was not granted enough time before a object was flung at her, catching it easily with newer found reflex's. Had this been before she was a hunter, it would have most certainly nailed her.
Blinking it took her a moment to realize what was in her hands... Oh! Just like that, she was rummaging in it. She would not have looked without permission usually, but he tossed it at her so that was permission enough. She first found all the old pictures of him with old friends... and while she should have felt happiness at the memories, really she felt a pang of sorrow for the briefest moment first. They all really did leave everything behind hadn't they? Bix seemed to love his family in these photos... was it harder for him to give them up than she had? Hers were easy, but leaving abusive parents was always easier than loving ones.
Looking at the old ID cards next she felt a grin tug at the corners of her lips "You really did have long hair for ages didnt you? You realize you look so much older now without it right?" Though that thought was fleeting for a moment, because now she soon realized that the name on these cards... was not Bix. For a brief moment, Bix (if he was looking) would see her bright sea blue eyes flick up and back down a few times to the card and himself.
Should she comment?
"...Ferdinand doesn't...suit you.." She had to say something. Her tone was more contemplative, not a inch of teasing really. She was being honest with those words. He really did not seem like a Ferdy. "Mind i ask where Bix is from?"
Her eyes flicked towards the last paper inside the wallet, she read it carefully a few times and frowned at it. One question at a time though... she would ask him about this piece of paper soon. It seemed to be signed F... was F short for Ferdinand? If so, why was he keeping a letter he wrote himself? If so... what was he a leader of?
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2012 6:29 pm
"I told you I did. DO you think it just grew that long in a few months?" Bix smirked. The truth was that he never looked in his wallet anymore. It was harder to once he'd realized he was a bad son. He wondered sometimes what would happen if he was to go incognito to watch his mother.. Or maybe even meet with her, try and lay down some truth to her. He was sure she would listen... Or was he? The more he looked at those things the more he always wondered. By avoiding it, he was simply saving himself some trouble.
"Oh yeah uhh.. You didn't know my full name?" He just assumed really. Caelius usually made a point to call him Ferdinand. Bix turned pink a bit. "I'm a junior. Named for my dad. Bix is from my trials. Beta-6. Like Before was Beta-4." Get it?
Bix went back to shelving things. "New life. New name." He flashed Ceres an uneasy smile a moment. "You know."
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 8:28 pm
"Hey man for all i know your hair grows like a weed, your already looking a bit fluffy on the top.." To make a point she reached over and ruffled his hair, moving back quickly a second later. "See? Fluffy."
Smiling she twirled around once and made a point to glance down at the paper again, thinking about it idly as she spoke next. "Never really thought to question your name before, You have always jsut been Bix to me." Ironically her name could also be shoved together if she took a moment to actually ponder that. "I'm 'Phi Eight'" Kinda funny, she didn't think she ever actually mentioned that old code name to anyone before.
"Thhoouuggghh on to the more... pressing question." Making her way back over to him, she grinned teasily up at him as she settled next to his side, pressing against him. She even snaked a arm around him and placed a hand gently on his far shoulder. "Did you write this? It's signed with a F. Are you secretly a leader and not telling me hmm?" The last part was said with caution, no real emotion on her lips. What if he really was secretly a division leader this whole time? s**t.
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 8:41 pm
Bix tilted his head helpfully for the hair ruffle. One of the things he'd discovered since getting his hair cut was that girls like to touch the hair, and he liked the feeling of fingers on his scalp. He'd usually let the girls in high school braid his hair but it was a different sort of feeling when it was short.
"Phi Eight? Sounds like a 'Fate' to me." Bix smirked. "That's what Before would have called you."
Bix stopped shelving things when Ceres began to twirl. He watched her a moment before catching himself possibly staring. His hand settled on her lower back when she draped against him. "Write what?"
With a glance his face fell a bit. "Ah no. Not me. Don't know who actually." His delay on giving information was simply his mind telling him that he was supposed to keep this information to himself. H had told them all not to mention it but he'd gone and told a few close friends. He'd actually regretted telling them afterwards.. they couldn't help him.
Bix pulled away a bit and took a few steps back to sit heavily down on the 'couch'. Since it was really a bed he ended up sliding back against the wall and pulling his legs up fully.
"I'm obviously not a leader." Bix shrugged. "That's um.. well it's a long story."
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 9:14 pm
Blinking a few times, something akin to a deer in headlights look, she followed that sudden statement with a bark of laughter. "Well s**t i never even thought about that. I have yet to meet this 'Before' but hey, 'Fate' isn't that bad is it, Archer?" She smiled for a moment before glancing up... and catching his expression drooping at her next questions.
She suddenly had a random feeling, oddly, similar to as if she just kicked a puppy.
Well damn.
"...Bix?" She said quietly, suddenly really REALLY concerned. Not sure he even remembered she was there right now Ceres settled softly on the edge of the bed, and turned her body so that she was looking at him. "You know i have all afternoon so...talk to me, whats wrong?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 5:42 am
"Nothing's wrong. I mean.. nothing that hasn't been wrong since I got that." And if she didn't notice than everything was fine, right? "Other than this whole place being wrong." Bix leaned his head back against the wall and rolled it to the side to look at her with a little smile. "But that's normal." He still wasn't dishing on what the slip of paper was. Was it really worth beating around the bush? Ceres wouldn't let this go now. He knew that. "So I have a mom and a dad and a brother, right? Well my real dad died when I was a baby so my 'dad' is actually my step dad. So I don't know anything about my real dad's side of the family because my mom moved us after he died." He'd never had grandparents or anything. "She was always honest, my mom, about everything. It was never a big deal. I didn't have any daddy issues or hangups about who was raising me or anything. They gave me my stepdad's last name because it was easier to not have to explain anything else.. Small towns are gossipy. You know." Bix scooted over closer to Ceres and plucked the paper from her fingers. "Well when we had the Insanity invasion and we were stuck in the bunkers, someone cleaning out the labs found some confidential paperwork. Something with a 'breeding list' on it. My name was on the list." There was definitely more to the story. He hadn't even mentioned this slip of paper yet.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 4:53 pm
His small smile was returned with one of her own, a knowing smile. Oh yeah, this place was loonier than loony toons. They all dealt with mental and physical abuse on a daily basis, waking up the next morning to do it again.
They all had to be a little bit insane to put up with it, at least they were not alone. A organization filled with wackos? Its a wonder it hasn't exploded yet.... oh wait. It had, a few times even.
Though that thought was soon cut off by his next words, a plain look on her face soon melting into a huge frown. "Breeding program?" That caused her to look up into his red eyes intently. "Like a... pedigree sheet? Why the hell would a old deus lab have information, with your name on it, about a 'breeding' program..." What the hell? What did Deus do behind their backs?
More than she wanted to know.
Closing her mouth next, she waited intently to see if he needed prompting to continue, which if he did she would say something. Either way, Bix, shes getting it out of you.
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Posted: Wed Oct 03, 2012 5:23 pm
Bix nodded when she said breeding program. "SO there were only 3 names on the sheet that were anyone we knew. I was one of them but the parent sections were sort of.. all smudged out." Bix stared down at the slip of a letter.
"So Dr. H told me that the information was above my pay grade. Then uh.. well Caelius called me for a mission and told me that he'd promised someone he would deliver something." The details of the mission weren't important, were they?
"Wel this is what I was given. Just this." He held up the slip. "But the only things I know, combined from both leaders, is that a male relative of mine was a hunter and is now dead." He glanced up at her, straight into her eyes. "Women hunters can't have children. Since they know that our particular abilities are hereditary, it seems they arranged a program to.. umm.. produce children off of the island."
Bix shrugged. "The F makes me think maybe it's my real dad? But.. I don't know. It could be an uncle or a grandpa. I don't know. But according to this.. he was a leader." Bix hadn't even thought Divison Lead. He'd always just assumed the guy headed a squad or something.
The albino deflated a bit, sinking into the pillows and slightly into Ceres' side. "So that's the whole story. I'm not a high enough rank to go an look anything up or research it." Maybe he wasn't too eager to find out.
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