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 Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 4:53 pm
The Mess Hall had slowly filled up since his own arrival and Mutt watched each individual take their place in the Mess Hall. Every person, Mutt observed seemed to have something on their mind that made them all scowl. Dion's face had contorted into a picture of irritation, Brynn and the cooks son, the name of which escaped him, were having their own private feud and the newest to enter Rose, was shaking with a fury and gorging on her food as if it was the flesh of her antagonist. Shrugging his shoulders Mutt continued to drink his soup in silence, watching the mannerisms and expressions of all those that seemed to be displeased as well as fervently hoping that Rosen's rage had nothing to do with his prior questions. Picking up the bowl and levering it at an angel, Mutt managed to scoop up the last vestiges of the brown liquid and popped the half full spoon into his mouth. Licking his lips Mutt stood up with bowl in hand and looked over at the counter, now full with both soup and some yellowed pasta, presumably Macaroni Cheese. Judging that he was still hungry Mutt made his way over to the counter careful not to draw any attention to himself lest he be the chew toy of some annoyed or angry Rebel.
Stepping up to the washing up bowl Mutt gave Dion a smile and slid his dirtied bowl and spoon into the soapy water and slipped away before he could meet a rebuke. Dion however frowned at him, whether it was due to Dion's current mood or the added toll of dirtied things to wash Mutt didn't know and frankly didn't care as his growling stomach led him over to the counter festooned with pasta and soup. Picking a steaming bowl of Macaroni, Mutt sniffed the pasta and smiled with satisfaction as the smell of matured cheese hit his nostrils and made him salivate.
Walking back over to his recently left seat Mutt's sunglasses started to slide off the bridge of his nose making him squint as the fluorescent lights overhead irritated his eyes and made it difficult for him to see. Mutt's stomach fell as he felt himself bump into a warm wall, a warm person to be more precise who was standing before him. Mutt's bronzed fingers pushed the lenses back to their proper position and examining the person he had bumped into he realized that it was the cook's son.
"Sorry about that." was the muttered apology and skirting around the now befuddled Brynn and the cook's son Mutt made his way to his old seat his cheeks burning with annoyance and slight embarrassment. Hopefully he hadn't incurred any further annoyance in the cook's son, or if he had Mutt wished that he would let it slide. He didn't want to deal with any dramas right now; he'd had his share for the day with Allison. Seating himself Mutt started to eat the soft pasta, scooping up several pieces and relishing the taste as the pasta hit his taste buds. Anything he ate on the Highwind was always going to be better than the stuff he ate as a street-kid, thinking back to some of the stuff he had eaten made his stomach flip and mouth go dry. Mutt had been sick more days than he was healthy, some of the illnesses had nearly killed him, had made him into a quivering mass of flesh among the refuse, but now he hardly ever got sick, if at all, so in a way it was worth it. Shaking his head Mutt was disinclined to agree with himself and with new relish dug into the pasta, which was now, the best tasting meal he had ever had the pleasure to eat.
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Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:38 pm
((Travis post soon..I'm improv with Allison, too.))
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 6:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 4:21 pm
((Reserved for Travis&& maybe Allison after Bells))
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2009 11:15 pm
((Sorry its crap. Its really late and I wanted to get my post done))
Bang. Bang. Bang.
The sound of Darius’s forehead colliding with his desk echoed through the room, bouncing off the steel walls and being pitched back at odd tones. His face was pressed against the cool metal while his head throbbed in well deserved pain. He had failed. Worse yet, he didn’t even know why. A hundred times he had hacked into the system no problem. A hundred times he had scrolled through their information with ease. So what was so different about this time? Nothing. Everything was the same. The damn server hadn’t even been updated in months. So how was it possible that he could not pass the firewall? The very one that was able to get through as a young boy?
Bang.
That earned him another slam against the hard metal. The sharp copper taste of blood filled his mouth as it poured in from his now bleeding lip. Though it would appear he had some sort of masochistic wish, but really it was only self punishment for his defeat.
“Darius.” Said a monotone feminine voice.
“What Lydia? “ He asked, not bothering to look up at his screen.
“I found an outside encryption on file X-12.” Darius was silent a moment, wondering if maybe his self discipline had gone to far and now he was hallucinating. Did his computer just say there was an outside encryption?
“Lydia, find the origin.” Sitting up, Darius dragged a rough hand over his mouth, leaving a red trail of where the blood had smeared. His dark blue eyes searched the screen as information flashed by at a speed that made it’s contents impossible to read.
“Origin not found.” Said the female voice again. Panic began to flood his emotions, overpowering the shock and sending his mind spiraling into action.
“Computer, track file feeds.” He said, his voice wavered with his growing fear of the inevitable.
“Specify.”
“Track the file feed for X-12” Lydia hummed to life, searching all her sources to find the right information to appease her creator. Meanwhile Darius dug his nails into his palms as the panic threatened to send him over the edge.
“Feed found. Security breech detected.”
“I.P Address.” Darius demanded his voice quick with building worry.
“I.P not found.”
“Open file X-12”
“Access Denied.” Darius couldn’t speak. Words boiled up but never materialized, instead all that came out was gasps of disbelief.
They’d been hacked.
Even as he stared at the screen displaying the truth for him to see, the reality of the situation seemed to barely scratch the surface. Never had anyone, X-Force or otherwise been able to penetrate his forces. So why now? There were so many variables involved that the answers where near endless. Could this have something to do with their new “member”? No. They think she’s dead. Darius wove his hands in his hair, pulling at it like a mad man trying to rid himself of incessant voices.
How was he to tell Logan? Enough misfortune has already plagued them that day, how could he add another to his Captain’s already burdened back? Then again not telling him would be by far much worse.
Cold air filled his lungs as he tried to control his breathing, but the knot of worry and fear had already festered itself in the pit of his stomach. It would be a miracle if he didn’t develop an ulcer. A few more deep breaths and he was finally able to regain control of his movements, his hands flying over the delicate keys at a speed that challenged physics to it’s very core. Window after window opened and closed as Darius searched for the one thing that just might make things ok.
“Lydia, run full diagnostics.” He spat out, too tense to slow his speech. He knew that any hacker clever enough to get through his forces wouldn’t be careless enough to make their presence detectable, but he could only hope for mistakes on their part.
“Darius!” Cried Lucas over the intercom. Darius jolted, nearly jumping out of his skin.
“What?!” He replied, not attempting to hide his stress.
“We have some new info on the carrier. It got hit by a R.S and is docking at the Alpha Station for repairs. So in other words it’s headed right for us. We can intercept it by early morning before it gets to Alpha. It should be an easy take down since they are already weakened.” Static crackled through the connection as Lucas awaited Darius’s response, but he would soon find no such thing would come. Lost in his own thoughts and contemplations Darius stared blankly ahead, his eyes fixed on the screen but his thoughts far from what it displayed. Rather he was plotting, planning redemption from his previous failures.
“I’ll go tell Logan.” Darius said, though he knew the intercom was no longer on. His movements where rushed and uneasy as he made his way to the Captain’s Quarters. Though he had thought it over quite a few times in such a short time span, his confidence had been belittled by the incident making him question himself unnecessarily.
Darius’s hand hovered over the door handle to Logan’s office as a flash back of the last time he entered someone’s bedroom unannounced. It had been Sin’s room, and the untimely occasion that Sin had a lady friend in the room at the moment. Though Darius was unable to identify her for he was too busy stumbling over himself trying to flee the scene.
“Knocking it is.” He mumbled, giving a slight shudder as the memory repeated itself in his head with certain lingering on his face plant just outside Sin’s door after getting caught up in a pair of discarded pants on the floor.
“Yes?” Came Logan’s voice from the other side in response to Darius’s timid knock. Darius opened the door, assuming it was safe, (more hoping then assuming) only to see a conversation displayed rather than a heated moment.
“Darius what happened to you?!” Logan said with confusion. Darius’s brow furrowed as he wondered himself what Logan could possibly be gaping at, then upon reflection he recalled beating he gave himself and shrugged.
“Don’t worry about it, we have other more important matters to discuss.” The room went silent as Darius paused to see if Logan would dismiss the XForce girl or Demi who he now saw step from somewhere behind Logan, but when no one moved he went on.
“We’ve been hacked.” The silence that proceeded was much longer this time, as the disbelief Darius had felt before now filled the poor souls before him. The only one that seemed unaffected was Lynn who only looked from one to the other with a look of piqued interest.
“Erm…Demi why don’t you and Lynn go outside for a moment.” Logan said, his tone sounding tired, and older beyond his years. It truly bothered Darius to see him that way but telling him was necessary. Demi and Lynn took their leave with only anxious glances at the two men, as soon was the door was safely shut Darius began.
“I don’t know what information they stole but one of the files is corrupted. I can’t access it no matter how hard I try.” Darius cringed as he realized how he must have sounded right then. He had no information to offer and it killed him on the inside.
“Is there anyway you can trace it?” Logan asked, as he ran a hand over his face.
“No I tried. But what is weird is when I went to go into the XForce mainframe I couldn’t.” Logan raised an eyebrow, obviously understanding what this meant.
“I think maybe they are testing the waters, since only one file had been touched.” Darius said his fingers wrapped around a loose thread on his shirt, absently pulling and pulling at it.
“What can we do?” Logan asked, feeling the need to say something even though he was sure his questions went unspoken to Darius.
“Well, the cargo carrier was hit with a surprise R.S and is headed to the Alpha base, so we can intercept it by morning. If I can get on board I can use their computers to figure out what is going on. It’s dangerous I know but I only need a few minutes.” Logan seemed to consider this, his expression changing with each new passing thought.
“I want you to take back up though. And we’ll need some sort of time frame and plan if we want this to go smoothly.” He stated, once again only saying these things to appear attentive, knowing that Darius was most likely 8 steps ahead of him. Darius nodded with a sigh of relief. For some reason talking about it with Logan had put him slightly at ease.
“Ow.” Came the muttered curse form the other side of the door. Followed by the clank of the handcuffs. Logan rolled his eyes and gestured for Darius to open the door. Darius grinned seeing the humor in it. Quietly he walked over to the door, careful not to make a lot of noise. Then he flung open the door, sending the two girls sprawling across the floor.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 7:30 pm
Travis watched Brynn with careful eyes, with humor tucked unseen underneath his calm exterior. He only moved his eyes away from her once, and that was for Rosen. He flashed a faint smile, "Mac and cheese or soup?" he asked, pointing to the variety today. When he just received a shrug in response he dished her a small bowl of soup and a heap of macaroni on a tray. Travis snaked his eyes over to where Dion was still washing breakfast dishes, "Of couse I'm going to make your job harder." When he returned his eyes to where Rose stood, she smiled, nodded and thanked him..then she was headed quickly towards a table. Shrugging, he returned his eyes to Brynn. "Where were we?" Something was different though, he returned his hand to her shoulder and he rubbed it, "Hey..are you okay?" Her face fell and she slumped into his grasp, "Please....please let me have them back," she was whispering. "I'm nothing without them.." Empathy swelled within his being, she was miserable. Within seconds she jerked her arm out of Travis's hand and threw herself down on a bench.
Without thinking, he scooped two bowls of soup and two plates of macaroni and placed it on the counter, just in case somebody came. Then he sighed and walked out of the kitchen and stood next to the bench that Brynn was currently occupying. "I uh... Brynn.." he muttered. Travis was only used to this from his almost-sister Allison, she generally tried to hide it though, and usually managed better than this. He wasn't ready for this from Brynn. She was usually the girl that always tried to be "tough" and intimidated most of the crew. "Brynn look at me." She wasn't listening though, her eyes were glued to the floor. "Doll.." he muttered quitely, so that only she would hear. "Listen to me.." he said as he crouched down next to her, "If you'd like to talk to Rose about the swords... we can try to get them back for you. Though.. I don't agree with it until she finds a way to prevent it from hurting you.." She looked up at him for the first him, even squatting he was tall. She nodded, and he stood.
For some reason he felt like he had succeeded, even if he hadn't convinced her to wait. Travis was about to speak again when he felt somebody bump into his back. Travis narrowed his eyes and turned around to see who the suspect was, a man who was just about the same height as he was. He watched as the man pushed his sunglasses back to where they belonged. He muttered, "Sorry about that." Not giving Travis a chance to rebut, he returned to his previous position. Now speaking quieter, Travis ducked down close to Brynn, "Who is that, Brynn? His name seems to have escaped my memory." She looked at him slightly confused, "That's Mutt, Travis.." He felt his face stiffen as he remembered the conversation he had just a half an hour ago. "By the way... if you're really worried about Allison, then I would keep an eye on Mutt." Travis stiffened, "Brynn. I have to handle something quickly. But, I'll be right back."
By the time he made it to the table, Mutt was already indulging in the macaroni. Quickly and smoothly, Travis pulled a chair out from the table and sunk down into it. "So, Mutt is it? I hear from a reliable source that I should keep an eye on you with my sister." Travis' eyes were hard, his face still stiff.
((I realllyyy need to post for Allison. So, Windfiar if you're going to post can you do it soon? Otherwise I'm just going to keep going.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 7:52 pm
Brynn didn't want to listen. She REALLY didn't want to listen...but she did. His voice, so sarcastic and playful only moments before, seemed to lace her thoughts with comfort, however awkward she knew it must be for him. When he said he'd help her get her swords back, she looked up semi-hopefully and noticed even squatting he was tall. It also doesn't help that I'm 5 foot even myself, she said sarcastically in her head. On the inside, she wanted her swords, but she felt tired and could wait a little while.
When Travis was bumped into, however, the atmosphere seemed to change. When he found out Mutt's name and she saw him walk over and start talking to him with a stern look on his face, Brynn almost laughed. She managed a giggle, which she quickly stifled, afraid that Travis would hear her. ...Why am I afriad that he'll hear me? she wondered, but she watched him. She looked at his features, his posture, tried to hear what he was saying. Serious doesn't suit him. He looks...formidable, I must say. Finally after a minute or two of watching him, she couldn't sit still anymore and she got up and walked over. "Travis, about what we talked about-" but when she reached out and touched his shoulder, that contact...she felt a sudden excitement that felt like an electric current run through her. She shook her head and tried to hide it, but she didn't know whether he'd felt it too.
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2009 8:29 pm
The man Mutt bumped into before seated himself before him, his eyes boring metaphorical holes into him, antagonistic to say the least. Had bumping into him impeded on his honor or something? Honor was so overrated Mutt thought with a roll of his eyes. Pausing now in the consumption of his meal, Mutt laid down his fork on the table with a quiet clatter and crossed his arms, judging the capabilities of this rebel. A strong jaw line, evident muscles, a strong stance even when seated, in close quarters this guy would probably take him out in no time. Noting the observation, Mutt waited for the anticipated tough guy line and was taken aback but what was said instead:
"So, Mutt is it? I hear from a reliable source that I should keep an eye on you with my sister."
Mutt's eyebrows shot up and his mouth nearly popped open. Who the hell was this guy? Allison's brother? "I didn't know Allison had a brother. What's your name anyway tough guy?" Rubbing his arm Mutt felt the scab he had picked at whilst talking to Allison over breakfast, life was much simpler a few hours ago. Now this joker was picking a fight with him? Mutt's mind was weary, he'd had enough dramas and fights, Mutt's brow pinched together at this thought and his skin suddenly felt hot prickly as if ants were leisurely making their way up and down his arms. What was this, annoyance? Probably thought Mutt. Not waiting for a reply Mutt started to eat again, and glancing up Mutt noticed the deep brown mahogany eyes. They spoke volumes, hundreds of subtle thoughts and feelings were being expressed in their depths, this was how to read this man. All else remained impassive, inanimate and stiff. Not even a twitch of the brow, a small fidget in the smooth plastic chair, this guy was good at masking his emotions, too bad his eyes didn't share the same characteristic.
Smirking Mutt swallowed another spoonful of pasta and sat erect, unlike his usual slumped position. "Anyway, we're just friends so there's no need to worry your pretty little head over it. But out of curiosity who was this reliable source? There's a lot of bias on this ship about me." Breaking off from his questions Mutt picked up his fork again, twirling it between the gangly yet agile fingers whilst he thought, looking up at the ceiling as he did. Lips twisting into an oxymoron of a pleasant and yet bitter smile Mutt tilted his head to the side and sweetly said: "You have to be careful about who you trust in this ship, you never know when someone might stab you or your best friend in the back. If you know what I mean."
Just as he finished Brynn walked over, the short fiery rebel who at the moment was smiling and genuinely pleased to see this guy, who's name according to her was Travis. A small laugh burbled out of him and rubbing his palms together Mutt leaned over to Travis his hand proffered forward in askance of a handshake. "It's been very nice to meet you today Travis, I hope we can have more talks like this in the future. I've enjoyed myself."
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 9:33 am
Allison remained sitting Indian style on the bed, next to Sigma, watching everything that was going on. Everything seemed to be happening in slow mode, she caught everything that Rosen and Sin were saying to each other, even the things that were muttered. Of course it was inevitable for them to be arguing like this, with their past being how it was. However, the things that were being said were making Allison angered too. This being so, she inched herself slowly to the edge of the bed, ready to intervene if it was needed. Allison was paying little to no attention to the presence sitting on the bed behind her, she was completely focused on what was going on in front of her. Slowly, she could feel her fists clenching as Rose leaped to her feet screaming, "Get away from me Sin!" Allison's eyes swung to where Sin was standing, his resolve completely drained now and he began storming away, "Happily!" He was muttering obscenities, which pushed Rosen overboard, and made Allison strongly consider getting up and smacking him across the face, she didn't care if he was stronger or more experienced. He was insulting and hurting further part of her crew, part of her family.
Allison was now standing next to the bed, where she was sitting just a few seconds ago. Rose screamed after Sin, "Don't you have something to screw?!" Before slamming the infirmary door he managed to scream, "b***h!" That was it, Allison was clearly pissed off, you could practically see the fumes radiating off of her body. "Slut!" Rose screamed after him, despite the fact that the offender was no longer in the room. Allison's eyes, still angry, turned to Rosen as a bead of sweat dripped down her forehead and she was now panting heavily. It must have dawned on Rose that she was no longer alone because she turned towards Allison and Sigma and smiled tightly and waved slightly, "I think it's safe to say I need a break..I'm going to lunch. If anyone needs me I'll just be around the corner in the mess hall." Allison's anger drained slowly, but it still remained, "Go ahead.. if no one shows up in ten minutes then Im going to head down to grab some lunch, too." Rose nodded and walked to the door and exited quickly.
Once Rosen left, Allison's anger seemed to resurface and she strongly contemplated punching something. She needed some sort of distraction before she ended up with a mangled hand and the infirmary had a dented wall. She looked around for busy work and decided on remaking the disheveled bed that Rosen occupied during her argument. Allison stormed over to one of the cabinets and pulled out white sheets and a tan, think blanket and made her way back over to the mess. She set the clean sheets on the side table next to the bed and tore the sheets and thin blanket off of the mattress and threw them onto the floor. "This isn't calming me down any better..." She sighed and put the sheets on the bed slowly. When she was done she carted the dirty sheets off and put them into a laundry basket. "Why did I let that upset me so much? He wasn't talking to me personally.. probably because Rosen has always been good to me.." Still staring at the wall behind the basket, Allison allowed her mind to slip off into a memory.
"What the hell, Travis?! Get back here with my cellphone!" Allison demanded as she chased after Travis down the halls of the Highwind. "You're such a pain in the a**!" she screamed when she was right behind him. She could have grabbed the back of his shirt if need be, but she knew him well. If she kept chasing, he would give it back. Allison was now 18, and Travis was 21, far too old to be chasing each other around like small children. Travis let out an uproarious laugh, which echoed off of the walls, just giving Allison more reason to run after him quicker. "If Rose calls me for help, and you still have my phone, you're going to die! Do you hear me?! Die!" He turned his head slightly as he rounded a turn, "You couldn't kill me Alli." A disgruntled, humorous look appeared on Allison's face as she followed him around the corner. She pounced and landed on his back. Not expecting the sudden blow, Travis and Allison tumbled to the ground in front of Henry's bedroom. Both of the kids were laughing hysterically now, as Allison snatched her phone out of Travis' grasp. Henry, Travis' father appeared in the doorway and they both looked at him guiltily. "I swear Allison. I don't know how you put up with that boy." He said, with humor in his voice. "Oh, Henry. Because you decided to take me in when I got here.. he and I became brother and sister. This is what we do."
This all happened before John asked Alli to marry him, when Travis and Allison were attached at the hip. Henry spoke again, "If he takes your phone again, just tell me. He'll be washing dishes for a month." He looked at his son sternly now, not liking when he picked on Allison. She stuck her tongue out at Travis and then turned her face back to Henry, "Thanks, Dad!" Then she took off down the hall, to get away from Travis before he began chasing her again. This time she went into the infirmary, where Travis couldn't follow her. She saw Rose sitting at her desk, looking away from the door. "Hey Rose, what're you doing?" Allison asked, her voice happy. When Rose didn't answer, her happiness depleted a bit, "Rose.. what's wrong?" She asked as she walked over to Rosen's side. She saw tears in her mentor's eyes. Not knowing what to say, Allison wrapped her arms around Rosen's shoulders and silently vowed to herself that she never wanted to see Rosen this upset again.
As she snapped out of the memory, she suddenly remembered why the argument angered her so much.. Sin was the one who had made Rosen cry back then, too.
((Okay, so maybe I went a little overboard..but..yay Allison's back. biggrin ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 12:46 pm
Travis watched Mutt carefully with skeptical eyes, taking in his reaction to his mention of Allison. He observed as Mutt's eyebrows show up, "I didn't know Allison had a brother. What's your name anyway tough guy?" Travis didn't flinch at the question, instead he waited another minute before answering his questions. "My name's Travis, and yes Allison is more or less my sister." His body remained stone, he wanted to know what was going on. He already had to watch Allison go through misery once with John. He didn't want to see it happen again. Travis' mind wandered back to the day that he found Alli in her room, crying her eyes out. After she told him what happened, he found John and beat the ever-living snot out of him. Bringing his mind back to the now, he continued to watch Mutt, who now had a smirk sprawled across his face.
"Anyway, we're just friends so there's no need to worry your pretty little head over it. But out of curiosity who was this reliable source? There's a lot of bias on this ship about me." Mutt finally said, sitting erect. Travis' eyebrow twitched, "Just friends? If that were so, then I wouldn't be speaking to you right now would I?" He avoided the reliable source question smoothly, hoping that the man wouldn't notice. Mutt, ignoring him, continued on, "You have to be careful about who you trust in this ship, you never know when someone might stab you or your best friend in the back. If you know what I mean." Travis narrowed his eyes, and beginning to get angry. Before he could say anything he felt a presence behind him, and tapped his shoulder. A pulse of energy made it's way through his body, but he ignored it. "Travis, about what we talked about-" It was Brynn.
He turned his head to face her, his face still stone, "Yes. In a minute. Once I'm done here, we may continue." He turned back to Mutt with narrowed eyes, hearing the small laugh that had burbled out. Mutt offered his hand, expecting Travis to take it, "It's been very nice to meet you today Travis, I hope we can have more talks like this in the future. I've enjoyed myself." Travis watched him, and took his hand and shook it. "I'll have my eye on you, Mutt. You can look forward to more conversations in the future." Travis released Mutt's hand and grinned bitterly and watched as Mutt got up from the table, brought his dishes over to the counter to be cleaned and exited the Mess Hall.
Travis then turned to Brynn, "I'm sorry that I was a bit... rude to you. I can see that he and I aren't going to get a long very well." He placed his hand on her shoulder, "Now.. what about what we talked about?"
((Yay conflict biggrin ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 2:44 pm
((Reserved for Demi's post 3nodding ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 2:44 pm
When Travis shrugged her off, she felt affronted, even a little offended. But she noticed the tension in his voice when he talked to Mutt and she felt she knew why. People didn't think she heard them when they talked about her or anything else. They generally thought she ignored them, but she listened. Next to her swords and thigh guns, information was the best weapon. Apparently, Mutt had a thing for Allison. What she had previously noticed but dismissed was the fact that Travis was her brother. Ah yes, the ever-defending brother of the sister's virtue. She snorted at the thought but stifled it so it sounded like she'd coughed.
When he turned to her, she wasn't a bit surprised to see that he towered over her. Being 5 feet tall has its advantages, she thought wryly, and a smirk crossed her face before she could stop it. She pretended she hadn't done anything out of the ordinary but when he put his hand on her shoulder, the warmth, the comforting weight, the sensation it brought was almost too much for Brynn to handle and she barely restrained herself from shrugging it off. Still, as she craned her head to look up at him, she tried not to let her face show how much his touching her distracted her. "Yes, about what we talked about. Can we go to the infirmary and look for them? My swords." Brynn's hand drifted up to the shoulder that wasn't occupied by Travis's hand and rubbed it, feeling the absence of the hilt that should've met her hand. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze, but her old self came back and she looked back at him with blazing red eyes that hardened like crimson glass. "I want them back."
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 7:49 pm
Walking down the empty corridors of the Highwind Mutt was consumed by his thoughts. This Travis sounded as if he was going to be a pain in the a**, and there wasn't much he could do about it. Plans and ideas flitted through his mind, all as useless as the last in alleviating his new problem. One idea however made Mutt slow his walk and stroke his chin, feeling the small hairs that pushed through his skin in spite of his shaving routine. Mutt's face broke into a smile, his teeth glistening in the relative gloom of the abandoned corridor as an idea more pronounced than the rest occurred to him. There was no brawl more bitter than one between siblings. That could solve his problem, if he could accomplish what his plain entailed however.
A new brisk gait made Mutt's passage to the Infirmary fleeting, and upon entering the infirmary Mutt noticed Allison staring blankly at a wall. Frowning Mutt made his way closer to Allison, his footsteps hushed as he attempted to see her undisturbed before he did just that. The whole room was filled with an odd oppressive quiet, as if some event had just taken place. Sigma sat behind Mutt on one of the clean infirmary beds just as curious as he was as to what had Allison so dead to the world. Leaning forwards on his toes Mutt saw a crimson flush lightly powdering the soft contours of Allison's cheeks. Her eyes, usually so expressive were blank and her lips were drawn into a taut line, something was quite obviously bothering the medic in training.
Surreptitiously taking a step back Mutt cleared his throat as to alert Allison that he was there and tapping her lightly on the shoulder, and cracking a smile Mutt asked: "What's wrong doll-face?" Mutt waited for Allison's reply or reaction. Whatever it may be.
((Short I know, sorry D; ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 10:16 pm
Despite the flashback being over, Allison's vision was still a bit hazy and she couldn't really see anything very clearly. The only thing that was relatively clear in front of her was the dreadfully plain wall. The room was entirely too silent, she couldn't hear anybody. Not even Sigma, who she knew for a fact hadn't moved since he saw the argument a few minutes ago. She took a slow, deep breath still trying to control the anger that still boiled within her. "So help me god... if Sin comes any where near me any time soon..he's gonna get it. I definitely don't want what happened to Rosen last time to repeat itself.." She focused only on her breathing now, it was the only noise in the room. Then from behind her she heard quiet foot steps. Allison's one eyebrow raised slowly, though she didn't turn around. The person was now behind her and she heard them clearing their throat. "Okay.. it's a man..." She felt a tap on her right shoulder, "What's wrong doll-face?" Not being able to recognize the voice at first her mind jumped to one person, "Lorsin.."
Allison didn't bother to double check who it was, she was too set on revenge at this point. She turned around quickly and brought back her arm. Her eyes were beginning to focus, but she threw all of her weight and power into punching the man square in the chest. With the sudden rush of adrenaline pumping through her body, her eyes were now completely focused. They widened in horror as she noticed who she just hit...it wasn't Sin standing in front of her, it was Mutt. Allison's thoughts were suddenly going a mile a minute, "Why are you SUCH an idiot?! You should have looked before you hit! That's what all of your training says to do! Why are you so STUPID?!" With each thought, Allison's anger was draining quickly and started to turn into remorse. "I... you... weren't supposed....Are you okay, Mutt?" She was speaking entirely too fast and her words seemed to slide together. "Wait..why did he call me dollface?"
Allison took another deep breath and she stared up at him, trying to read his face. She wasn't sure what he was thinking, how hurt he was... Allison was well known to break bones when she was angry enough.
((>.> I am..actually ashamed of how short this is...but I found it funny as hell to write.. razz ))
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