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 Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 11:39 pm
"You'll help too right?" Demi said, looking over at Sigma.
Wow, way to put me on the spot here Demi... he thought. He didn't really know how to back the both of them up. He was in full support of Demi going on raids; she needed the experience. He was also fully aware of Dion's want to protect her, and there was no guarantee that she would come back un-injured. He looked up at Dion, raised a finger and opened his mouth as though he was going to say something, but then brought his index finger back so he was holding up a loose fist, closed his mouth, and looked over to the right. He grabbed his notebook and pen, and wrote,
Yeah, gimme a second. This is gonna be long. He held up the notebook so Dion could read it, then pulled it back down and started his novel.
Okay, Dionysus, I understand why you're against this. There is no guarantee that Demetria could come back un-harmed. However, Logan is a stubborn a**. Don't get me wrong, I like the guy, but he's a stubborn a**. He's not going to budge on Demetria going with us on the raid, and personally, I think it's all because of her personality and gender. It can't be age, because I'm younger than her, yet he's all for me going. In addition, he's cool with you going, even though your the same age as Demetria. I think he believes that Demetria can't become serious if need be. I can't say I'm in full support of her plan, but I do like the idea of her gaining experience. I will follow her and protect her to the best of my ability if you let her do this, but as I said, there is a chance of her coming back injured, or worse. It's your call Dionysus. The Pros and Cons are listed above. Whatever you pick I'll back you up; I think you know Demetria more than anyone, therefore should be able to make the right decision for her. Keep her on Cargo, or let her fight. Oh yeah, she washed more like, two dishes. Completing his "speech," Sigma tore the two pages he used from his notebook and handed them over to Dion. Turning his attention towards Demi, Sigma started a new note. So, sorry for abandoning you suddenly in my room. I'm not that great with people and not to used to hanging out with someone after... well, events. Moving on, I'll try not to do that anymore if we spend time together again. In other news, what great fun adventures did you have while away? Sigma ripped this from the book and handed it over to Demi. With nothing left to do until he received a response from the both of them, he simply turned back towards the sink and resumed the wash that he and Demi had started, while he and Dion had started finishing.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 10:43 pm
((Reserved ^^ I will try to post before 3 tomorrow but I might have to wait until after the art show I am going to))
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2009 10:37 pm
The slight smile that played upon Lynn’s soft lips was hardly noticeable, even to her. She was so very ignorant to her tolerance and acceptance that was growing for these people, and probably wouldn’t come to terms with it for quite some time, if ever. It wasn’t until Logan’s grey gaze fell on hers did she become aware of her smirk.
Her realization brought on a bout of disturbance at her own behavior. Yes the young girl was charming and unlike anything she would have expected amongst the people of the waste, but she was still a rebel. A miscreant. Or so, she kept telling herself.
The bubbly girl talked on and Lynn couldn’t help but wonder if the girl would be the same animated spirit she was if she had grown up in the Clean cities. Images of Demi going through XForce training and the relentless, mind-numbing lectures held at The Hall of Angels* flashed through her mind. No. She was sure Demi would be like her; just another face in the crowd, hiding their true personality at the commands of Garter. Though this didn’t please her, she had come to terms with it long ago. It was taught, no ingrained, into her that individuality was dangerous. If people thought of them selves as a separate from the whole, the whole would crumble and humanity would end up back where it was before Garter. Teetering on the edge of destruction.
This idea was valid, in theory, but in practice it was a different matter entirely. The loss of culture followed the loss of individuality. The new generations became genetic imitations of the last. Clones of their formers. But inside they raged with ideas they knew they could never express, words they could never utter and deeds that could never be acted. To be an “individual” in the clean cities was to stamp your forehead with the words “Rebel”. For that’s what the rebels were. Individuals.
In the back of Lynn’s mind, some where past her conscious though was a deep rooted but subtle jealousy for these waste Landers. Yes they lived in ruin, and in constant danger, but they still had something Lynn could never. Freedom.
They could be whoever they wanted, act how ever they pleased. And this alone went against everything she had ever been taught. If individuality was so dangerous, then why was it these people were able to coexist in not only peace but a common purpose and understanding. From what she saw and heard so far that long tedious day had showed her that these rebels not only cared for kin, but all those with the same purpose. Maybe that was why the old world collapsed? They lacked a common purpose.
The inner millings of Lynn’s blasphemous train of thought came to screeching halt once Darius had entered the room, looking like he had lost a fight. His news of the hacking had come to no shock to Lynn, for she was more surprised at their shock. But past the subtle emotion was a festering sense of curiosity and hope. Had they hacked the Highwind in search for ways to retrieve her? The idea tickled her mind but it was flawed. They had sentenced her to death or so it sounded. Was it possible they were trying to locate the Highwind? This was possible. The hope that had been floating through her being now rushed through her body in the form of adrenaline. She might be saved after all.
Lynn listened in like an anxious child, eager for more information, but to her dismay Logan ordered her and Demi’s dismissal. Logan’s eyes look slightly glazed as he reached into his pocket and procured a key, unlatching the cuffs joining the two. Hesitating a moment, Lynn could see his mind working; his usually calm grey eyes were now steel, hard and controlled. A shiver ran down her spine as it reminded her of the “Cold rooms” a form of punishment back at the training camps. Finally pulling herself away from those strange rebel eyes she and Demi left the room, with a click of the door behind them.
The fist thing Lynn did was look down the halls, subtly as to not alarm Demi. Even though Demi believed Lynn was a rebel, she would take no chances. One thing Lynn came to learn was never underestimate an enemy. Her brows furrowed briefly has she classified Demi as an enemy, the title felt as wrong in her mind as calling herself a rebel did. Realizing she was growing soft on the young girl Lynn hurriedly pushed the entire thought aside and rather focused on the previous thoughts.
The halls were empty and the only sound that could be heard was the low thrum of the thrusters and the far off chatter presumably coming from the mess hall. Closing her eyes she tried to remember the direction she came from when she arrived with Logan, but only fragments of memory surfaced, giving her little to no information. It was then she resolved that trying to break for it was a stupid, desperate idea. She’d probably get lost and caught and maybe even killed if at that point they felt she wasn’t worth her keep. “Don't worry, Logan and Darius will figure out what to do. Although…” Said Demi her soft eyes showing comfort and what Lynn believed was a hint of mischief. The girl grinned as she pressed herself against the cool metal door, gesturing for Lynn to do the same. Lynn raised an eyebrow in amusement, at the devious mind of the rebel girl and obliged to the request to join her.
The sturdy door kept most of the words undistinguishable, leaving Lynn’s curiosity once again unsatisfied. Demi inched closer to the door, seeming to not settle for the muffled whispers, but in her shifting she has accidentally stepped on Lynn’s already injured foot. Lyn yelped involuntarily, and cursed herself for giving away their snooping. But before either of them could move away and conceal their deed, the door swung open, sending them to the floor.
Demi was helped up first by the chuckling Captain, while Lynn swore under her breath until Logan then helped her up as well before she had even bothered to do it herself. Then with out further a due, the silver prisons where slapped back upon her wrists, binding her to the perverted rebel once more.
“It looks like we’ll be going on a raid,” He said as he snapped the cuff on his wrist shut. Lynn looked over at the man in surprise; was he really going to bring her on a raid? She had heard of the raids before, for it was common knowledge in the XForce. She had even stopped a few raids before, but being on the opposing side was a first she was not willing to do. Maybe…I can use this to my advantage…. She thought deviously, if she could find a way to sneak aboard the ship she might be able to escape back to the clean cities. Though it would probably be more than challenging to stray away from Logan she was sure she would manage, that was until he said: “Oh, and you’re not going,” His stern glare fell on first Demi then Lynn, “Either of you.”
It took nearly all of Lynn’s control not to pout and plea like a child. If there was any hope of her escaping, it was in that raid. She would just have to find a way around the new obstacle looming before her.
Though, it seemed she wasn’t the only one upset about the outcome. “
“Why?!” Demi cried, unlike like Lynn, Demi hadn’t suppressed the urge to argue and have a fit until her way was won.
“You’re too young and inexperienced,” Logan replied, sounding more like a father than a rebel Superior. Lynn rolled her eyes as she picked up at the gender favoring as the argument between the two progressed. Though she herself would probably have made the same call, it was for completely different reasons. A part of her even felt bad for Demi for Lynn herself had fallen victim to the chauvinistic tendencies of her male co-workers.
Eventually, Logan overcame his bigot ways and folded. Though still limiting Demi to “cargo duty” (Which Lynn thought to sound completely uneventful and pitied the poor girl even more) it was a step forward. Suddenly Lynn was yanked down ward in to a chair beside Logan as he took his seat. Lynn’s tangled hair flew in her face creating a golden veil from which she glared daggers at Logan through.
Not too soon after Demi and Logan’s little bout she left followed by the tired looking techie, who said his goodbyes and hurried off to his hideout where he would most likely prepare for whatever he and the Captain had decided to do about the hacking. The room seemed eerily quite with everyone gone and just the two sitting in silence. Lynn toyed with a hole in her shirt idly as she thought about fresh clothes. Though she hopefully wouldn’t be wearing them long, it was better than her tattered XForce uniform.
“How long do you think it will take for Demi to get me some clothes?” Lynn asked in a soft voice, growing tired of the awkward silence. Logan had his head resting on the desk now, his face buried in his arm. He didn’t reply to her question at first, and for a second she didn’t think he was going to reply at all, then finally he grunted in a questioning sort of way she could only assume to mean “I don’t know.”
Another awkward hush fell over them and Lynn sighed. Though she would never admit it, she kind of missed Cohen. At least he provided idle conversation… Lynn justified. Even though Lynn’s feelings for him were mostly familiarity, and associated with ones you would feel towards a semi close friend or friendly co-worker, the thought that she may never see him or any other of her friends was still painful for her. After all, she had grown up with those people.
The soft tick-tock of an old world clock caught Lynn’s attention in the silence. She saw it perched on a shelf a little ways away. Old World craftsmanship had always caught her interest. Mostly because things weren’t made like that anymore. She could tell by just looking at the clock that the maker whose hands carved the intricate designs held a certain passion for it. That his love and pain and hard work went into every chiseled detail. Her gazed took in the clock’s face and it’s dusty bronze hands. It was near 4pm. They would most likely be having dinner soon. Seeming to correspond to the thought, Lynn’s stomach gave a small growl as she realized she hadn’t eaten since early that morning. Though her stomach protested, Lynn did not feel hungry. Instead she felt abandoned. The small knot that had been steadily growing was now pushing it way to her conscious mind. Denying her abandonment and holding on to thin wisps of hope was her only defense, and a poor one at that. She could only hope that she made it home before the feeling could really get to her and make her do something that she would surely regret.
“You’re expendable you know.” Lynn jumped slightly; nearly forgotten he was still there.
“Excuse me?” She asked, incredulous to what brought about the sudden hostility.
“Don’t think that just because I am giving you a chance to live that you have any right to be alive right now.” His voice didn’t sound angry, but behind the cold monotone Lynn could sense his irritation.
“If at any point I feel one of my men are in danger because of you, I will not hesitate to take you out.” Lynn’s brow furrowed defiantly. What was his point? She knew all this already.
“What’s your point?” Logan looked up from his arm, his eyes holding the faint irritation she had detected in his voice.
“My point is that I’m not sure your worth keeping just yet. So until I am sure, I would be very careful of what you say and do.” In that instant all the tolerance and subtle understanding that Lynn had established over the past hours has vanished, leaving her with the anger and hatred she had when she first came too aboard.
“ If your going to kill me then kill me. Don’t beat around the bush like a coward.” She retorted the fire dancing in her eyes.
“A coward am I? Maybe I should kill you.” He said, his voice rising slightly as he leaned in closer, his eyes boring holes into Lynn’s and hers right back.
“Why don’t you put your gun where your mouth is rebel?” They where nose to nose now, nearly touching. Logan’s breath was jagged as he searched for control, his hand wavering over his gun. Lynn’s temper flared, as she mentally willed him to do it; some where in her mind she was vaguely aware of her impending death wish and seemed to question why she wanted to die so badly.
Logan’s fist came crashing into the desk so hard that the wood splintered beneath it’s crushing force. Lynn’s instincts were screaming at her to break her gaze, to back down and comply. She knew she was playing with fire, and yet she remained defiant to even herself and stared on.
“You’re going to get burned.” He growled, seeming to read her mind. She didn’t recall his hand reaching back to his side, but long behold his pistol entered her vision and pressed itself imposingly against her neck.
The realization of her situation was in full swing, and fear began to work it’s way through her rage. At this point it was too late for her to back down, things had gone too far. Lifting her chin, she challenged him.
He cocked his gun.
“Logan?” Called a female voice from the other side of the door. Logan hesitated, his hand fingering the trigger, willing to shoot, Lynn closed her eyes preparing for the shot that never came. Logan slammed the gun on the desk and leaned back in his chair.
“What is it Alli?”
“Demi asked me to bring up some clothes.” She said as she entered carrying a handful of folded garments. Her eyes flitted around the room taking in the scene. Lynn could only imagine the tension that they radiated.
“I brought up a few outfits since I don’t know her size.” She said quietly, setting the clothes on a chair next to the door.
“Thanks Alli.” He said with a sigh as he ran a hand over his face. The girl named Alli nodded once before looking between the two again as she left. Leaving them in the tense silence. Abruptly, Logan pulled out the small silver key and ripped off the cuffs and throwing them on to the desk.
“Go take a shower and get dressed.” He ordered, Lynn opened her mouth but quickly shut it, finally her sense had returned with her value of life. Logan had his back to her as he sat on the bed, head in hands. Lynn felt her control waver, as her built up emotions began to surface. Rushing to the chair beside the door she grabbed the clothing folded neatly on it and hurried toward the small door in the back of the room. Closing the door safely behind her, she felt the tears in her eyes as the suppressed sobs built up in her throat.
I will not let him hear me cry… She swore in her head as she walked over to the shower and flicked it on, hoping that the sound of rushing water would be enough; tearing her clothes off as she went.
The first sob broke through her lips only seconds after the water had been turned on, sending her into an emotional frenzy. All the repressed fear and sense of betrayal and abandonment came flooding in all at once. The thoughts she tried no to think about filled her head, along with how close she had been to dying only a few minutes previous. Lynn grabbed the towel hanging from the rack as she sank to her knees, burying her face in it as her wails sent her body rocking, each like a physical blow.
She didn’t know how long she had been sitting on the bathroom floor crying, but at some point she had brandished the towel figuring that Logan would probably have heard her anyways and began to weep openly. The room had filled up with steam, making her tears feel cold against her cheeks at the contrasting temperatures.
Though her body still shook with tremors of fading sobs, her wailing had been reduced to hiccups and whimpers as she slowly stood and made her way into the shower.
The water was still hot as it poured down on to her shoulders and down her body. Suddenly everything seemed to hurt, like back in the days of her training. She remembered the bruises and the aches like it was yesterday. Every lesson brought on new pain, and every attempt brought both victory and failure.
Looking down at her petite body she saw ghosts of bruises as well as a few fresh ones. Around her left wrist was a red ring where the handcuffs had been and on her right arm a welt where she had received Gunslinger’s injection.
Taking her time she washed herself, being thorough as she wiped herself clean of the dirt, and dried blood. Her hair was matted and there was no conditioner so she settled with trying to comb it out herself. As she ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at the painful knots she wondered if this was considered a form of masochism. Eventually, she managed to detangle her hair some what and moved on to something else. In doing so she realized she was stalling. Buying her time. To finish her shower would mean going back out there, and facing Logan. And for all she knew, the second she walked out there he would kill her. Fear bubbled up again as she still had not gained control over her emotions just yet.
She took down the bar of soap from the small shelf on the shower’s wall and lathered it in her hands. The smell of a spicy musky smell filled her senses, a smell familiar to her, almost nostalgic. A flashback pulled at the corner of her mind.
The power was out.
Darkness cloaked the large den where Lynn had been reading. She groped around in the darkness trying to find the desk drawer were the flashlights where. There was a creak of a door being opened and she froze, taken off guard and paranoid in the darkness.
“Whose there?” She called to the shadows.
“It’s alright Lynn it’s just me.” Though the answer was vague she could tell who it was from the voice. It was Kaleb, Cohen’s best friend. She had known Kaleb back at the training camp but never really talked to him until she met Cohen.
“Where’s Cohen?” She asked, her eyes straining in the darkness to find him. The soft pats tickled her ears as he walked closer.
“He sent me down to make sure you were ok.” He was closer, only a few feet from her.
“What’s going on.” She asked.
“We think a rebel group sabotaged our power fields.” Lynn’s hands met his chest, feeling the hard contours of his muscles through his shirt. His hands wrapped around her own, rough and large in comparison to her smaller, more delicate ones.
“Is he coming here?” Lynn asked, careful how she chose her words.
“I don’t know. He seemed pretty busy when I left.” Kaleb was leaning closer to her now, she could feel his breath on her face. Her heart picked up pace as she thought about how close he was to her. The ultimate taboo was only a half a foot away from her.
“D-did you bring a flashlight?” She asked, her voice quivering slightly. Lynn heard him chuckle and felt him shrug, her hands still on his chest. The smell of his soap radiated from him, strong and spicy like he had just taken a shower.
“It broke on the way here.” He lied. Lynn smiled as she knew that he could do better than that.
“Are you sticking with that story?” Kaleb’s hand reached down to hers running along her cheek making her shiver.
“Yes. I am.”
“Kaleb…this is wrong. I-” His finger pressed against her lips stopping the words he knew she would say. Lynn didn’t pull away or protest, she only stood there taking him in. She could smell his soap on him, like he had just taken a shower. It was spicy and musky in the way to make the smell of cinnamon more masculine.
“I know this is…wrong…but just tell me this….Do you feel the same way about me as I do you?”
“Yes. I do.” She answered after a minute.
“Oh really?” Came Cohen’s voice from the door way. Lynn’s heart froze in mid pump, as all the air was punched out of her chest in a gasp of shock.
“Cohen I can explain…” Kaleb tried, but Cohen was unwilling to hear.
“Shut up! How could you?!” He yelled, his footsteps drew nearer each one seemed to be filled with his rage.
Lynn stood blind, unable to do anything as she awaited the consequences of what had transpired. Though she had been expecting anything other than what occurred.
The sound of a knife being unfurled and the groan o Kaleb as it pierced his abdomen filled the dark silent room.
“No!!!!!” Lynn screamed as she groped through the darkness, trying to find Kaleb. But instead she was grabbed by Cohen’s violent hands. She could feel the blood on his hands as he pulled her away from Kaleb’s body as it fell to the ground with a final moan of agony that sounded to Lynn, like her name.
A growing sickness filled her being as she was dragged from the room by the enraged Cohen. Tears poured down her cheeks as she began to sob. Cohen spun around, the back of his hand swinging into her cheek. Lynn staggered backward in a mixture of shock and fury.
“You b*****d you killed him!!” She yelled as she backed away from him in the darkness. Cohen’s hand flicked out and grabbed a fistful of her hair, holding her close to him.
“Listen to me. You will say he tried to violate you,” He said, she tried to protest but he old pulled tighter. “Do you want to end up like him!?” he hissed, his grip growing tighter.
“No.” She whimpered, shrinking beneath his grasp.
“Then you will do as you’re told.”
Lynn was sitting on the bottom of the shower, clutching the soap as tearless sobs shook her body once more. Until that moment she had forgotten about Kaleb, the only man she really loved. After his murder she had tried her best in forgetting him and up until that point she was successful. The water was cold now making her shiver. She was sure she had been in there for quite some time, judging by how pruny her hands were and decided it was time she got out and faced the music.
She got out and dried off, still being thorough and taking her time. Using her slow pace to calm herself. Once she was completely dried and her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, she rummaged through the clothing given to her, trying to find some that fit. Finally, she decided on a pair of black shorts, and crimson tank-top. Folding up the remainders, she left the bathroom, half expecting Logan to be sitting there with a pistol aimed at her head, but to her relief the room was empty.
Lynn placed the clothes on a chair and sat down on the bed. On it was a note written in a clumsy scrawl she could only guess to be Logans.
Lynn,
Don’t try to leave the room, I had Darius lock the door from the control room. Get some sleep, I will come to get your for dinner.
-Logan.
Lynn crumpled the tiny note and tossed it to the side of the room. Glancing at the clock it read 6:02; had she missed dinner? Her stomach growled and this time she felt hungry. Regretting her extraneous shower she curled up on the bed, feeling the exhaustion seep into her mind, and before she knew it she was asleep.
(( *Hall Of Angels: The Hall of Angels is a place where XForce trainees go for seminars and lectures. It is also the first XForce training camp to be established. Its a grim steel enforced place that is most unpleasant despite its name. ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 3:18 pm
(( ._. ...*just stares at text wall* ))
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 8:47 am
((Guys I'm so sorry. My computer isn't working and my parent's (this one) is incredibly slow.. I can't post until I fix it (I've tried a billion times..) but I'll keep trying... Sorry again))
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 4:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 1:11 pm
Reserved.
Edit: Tomorrow, promise. I have no time now.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 11:58 am
((Reserved for tonight
Edit: Lol obviously I didn't get to it last night, so today will be the day. I didn't take any Nightquil this time ^.^ Didn't want to post all drugged up))
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2009 5:56 pm
Allison smiled to herself as she threw the icepack to Mutt, knowing that as long as he was wearing his sunglasses, he would be able to catch it. She nodded to him as he placed it onto the injury that she caused and she turned back to the small freezer. Trying to be inconspicuous, Allison slipped one of the smaller icepacks into her lab coat pocket and stood back up, kicking the mini-fridge's door closed in the process. Allison turned back to Mutt, and carefully slipped her fist into her pocket, trying to position her knuckles onto the ice as carefully as possible. When it finally hit the part with the most damage, she winced at the pain mixed with the cold. Her attention was drawn back to Mutt, "Now I know why you want to be a doctor, it's just an excuse to take handsome mens shirts off." The moment that Mutt had muttered that, Allison began laughing and rolled her eyes in the process, "Not exactly.." She stopped laughing after a few moments and he then continued, "But you still haven't answered my last question. Why are you upset anyway?" She sighed and pulled the icepack out of her pocket and placed her hands behind her back. This way, she would be able to apply it to her knuckles effectively. She started, "I..." However, before she had a chance to explain Mutt raised his hand to stop her, "If you don't want to talk about it that's fine, just don't dwell on it too long. I'd rather not get punched again." This caused a small laugh to weasel it's way out of Allison and she looked at Mutt smiling, to discover that he was laying back on the bed, frowning. "He..apparently didn't find it as funny as I did..."
Allison stepped closer to Mutt, with her hands still behind her back, and she tilted her head. With the sudden movement, the ice readjusted itself in the icepack, which caused it to slam against her already injured hand harder than before. She drew in a deep breath, and winced at the sudden jolt of pain that coursed its way through her hand. Doing her best, she put back on her calm, doctor face and looked back to Mutt, who had turned to her, seeming not to notice that anything was different. "I ran into some trouble at lunchtime, quite literally actually." Allison's mind immediately went to what she thought might have happened, "Travis must have heard.." She looked back to Mutt, who was smiling and cleaning his sunglasses now, "The trouble of which was named Travis, apparently he has an issue with me." Allison frowned, "That's just like him...I'm never wrong when it comes to Travis." Seeing that he had upset Allison, Mutt hastily continued, "Not for the normal reason why someone has an issue with me if that's what you're thinking. That hate doesn't bother me in the slightest, never has, never will. But Travis seemed to have an issue with us being friends actually." A frown was now evident on Mutt's face too, which cased Allison's to deepen. "Who..could have possibly told Travis that I was even talking to Mutt? Much less friends with him..?" Her thoughts were, once again, interrupted..but this time it was by the loud crunch of the ice in Mutt's icepack.
Mutt continued, "I never knew you had a brother.." Allison looked up at him now, smirking slightly, and stepped closer to him. She was now standing only a foot away from where Mutt laid. "Travis is...more or less my brother. He and his father took me in when I first arrived here. For the first couple of years I was on the ship he and I were practically attached at the hip.. and his father is for the most part, my step father." She removed the ice from her knuckles, not caring if he saw now, and placed it on his bed-side table. Allison turned away from Mutt and walked over to the counter, grabbing a baggy then returned to his side. He was now sitting indian-style on the bed, holding the ice to his chest and resting his head on one of his hands. He continued, "But don't worry, we sorted it out through a pleasant chat. Anyway, are you hungry, you should have something to eat. We don't need you collapsing on us in exhaustion." She laughed and shook her head, "That's not likely... give me your icepack quickly, please?" He looked at her confused but handed it to her quickly, seemingly glad to get away from the cold. She smiled and placed the icepack into the baggy and handed it back to him. "There you go..it won't drip nearly as much this way."
Now looking at the door, Allison continued on, "I'm sorry about Travis being a jerk to you... He's just..protective of me after everything that happened between John and me..I don't think that you were on the ship at that point." She smiled slightly, remembering how Travis had beat the snot out of John and kicked him off the ship... "He really is a good guy and you guys will probably get along eventually. I mean.. you get along with me nice enough. He and I are rather similar." As soon as she finished, her stomach let out a small rumble in protest to her not eating lunch. "Maybe I should get something to eat..even if I don't really want to. But you're coming with me." She picked up Mutt's shirt and threw it at him, "Put that on and come on. I'm not supposed to leave anyone alone in here." "Plus, it's always fun to piss Travis off further...Oh god he's gonna make me pay later.." Allison saw Mutt flash a smile as he slipped on his shirt and he stood up, ice in hand, and started to lead the way out of the infirmary. On the way out, Allison shrugged out of her lab coat and hung it on the hook next to the door. Once out in the hall, she saw that Mutt was waiting for her, "Listen Mutt, if he gives you any more trouble, just tell me. He and I have... a way of settling disputes like this." She laughed and lead Mutt to the Mess Hall.
Once in the Mess Hall, Allison ducked her head in the window where Travis normally served the food to not see him anywhere. She turned around and scanned the room for him, and saw him talking to Brynn. She smirked and shook her head, "Can you go get a table, Mutt? I'll be right back." He nodded and walked away, and she entered the kitchen and grabbed the first clean bowl that she saw. She turned and saw that Demi, Dion, and Sigma were conferencing about something, obviously a trick schemed up by Demi. She smiled, "Hey, guys." Allison turned back to the serving pans that Travis had abandoned and saw Macaroni and Cheese and Soup. "Niceee...Dad listened to me for breakfast and lunch..." She jabbed the serving spoon into the Macaroni and dumped some of it into her bowl. Feeling satisfied, Allison turned back towards the kids and grabbed a fork off of the counter. She dunked it into the noodles and took a bite. "Alright.. I shouldn't abandon Mutt out there when Travis is already mad at him for no apparent reason..so I'm going to go eat." She started walking towards the door and when she was almost completely out, she turned her head, "Oh..and Demi.. let me in out what you're plotting later." Demi crossed her arms and let out an agitated huff..Allison could read her life a book. She saw Mutt across the Mess Hall at his usual table, and she crossed over to it and she gave Travis the we-need-to-talk-later look as she passed by. Allison sat down across from Mutt and sat indian style in the seat and took another mouth-full of macaroni. When that was gone, "Happy? Now I won't pass out later..."
Now eating in silence, she watched Mutt carefully. He sat in silence, watching Allison eat carefully. She smiled, "Sorry.. I haven't eatten much in awhile.." She smiled and stood up and walked her bowl over to the window for the kids to wash it. Demi appeared in the window, "Oh.. hey Alli. I just remembered. I was supposed to ask you to get some clothes for the new member. Her clothes are all tattered and worn." Allison nodded, "Oh, yeah.. no problem. Where is she?" Demi smiled back, "Logan's room." She nodded again, "Alright..no problem.. I'll get them to her in a little while." Demi smiled even larger and took the bowl away from Allison, "Thanks Alli!" Allison laughed slightly and made her way back to Mutt, "Hey.. I have to go grab some clothes for a new member. You can come if you want..otherwise, I'll see you later." He just stared at her, and not knowing what he was going to do she shrugged and smiled again, "Alright..well if you wanna come you know where my room is otherwise..I'll see you around." With that she exited the Mess Hall and wandered off to the corridor where their rooms were. Stopping at her room she sighed and entered her room and found her gun lying on her bed, now it was a sigh of relief. Allison opened every drawer of her dresser and looked for different sizes that she had found in various raids..not knowing what size the girl was. Finally she settled on three outfits and folded them neatly and placed them on her bed. She glanced at the clock, it was already 3:30. "Wow...I ate lunch really late..."
She exited her room and started towards Logan's room and when she got there she froze. Her eyes widened as she heard a fist come crashing onto what she thought was his desk. Allison inched closer to the door and she heard him growl, "You're going to get burned." Allison knew that she had to interrupt now, for the sake of the girl..even if she didn't really know her. "Logan?" she asked and knocked on the door. She heard another slam on the desk and the creak of a chair. "What is it Alli?" Logan called from inside. Allison opened the door hesitantly, "Demi asked me to bring up some clothes." She looked around the room, taking in what was going on. The woman sitting next to Logan looked frightened, and Logan looked pissed. The tension in the room was enough to suffocate somebody. "I brought up a few outfits since I don't know her size." Allison continued silently as she set the clothes on a chair close to the door. With a sigh, Logan answered, "Thanks Alli." She nodded once and examined the two again and left the room. Outside she muttered to herself, "...wow.." "I have never seen him that angry..."
She made her way back to her room and sat on her bed, pulling her knees up to her face. Quietly, she was talking to herself, making slight calculations to herself. "Let's see..it's about 4:10 now.. which means dinner in about an hour..hour and a half, depending on when Travis finishes his newest experiment...So I have time to go clean the infirmary or my room and/or more target practice." She looked around her room and saw that she had thrown more clothes around her room than she had brought to the girl, so she decided on folding her clothes quickly and putting them away. Only twenty minutes passed, "Really...that's all?" She sighed and exited her room, grabbing her gun, "Target practice it is.."
((Longest post yet [2 pgs and a paragraph]..because I haven't been on in awhile.
Sorry that it's not that great..:]
--Travis post tomorrow..I have homework to do.))
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 11:41 pm
((I cannot post for Brynn until Dream posts for Travis! Sorry Bella!))
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 3:10 am
My Pearl Angel ((I cannot post for Brynn until Dream posts for Travis! Sorry Bella!))
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 11:54 am
((Ugh, sorry guys! I haven't been able to post when I want cause I've been really sick sad I can probably post on Saturday, seeing as I'm finally getting antibiotics! YAYS! Thanks for the patience!))
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 8:51 pm
DetectiveO ((Ugh, sorry guys! I haven't been able to post when I want cause I've been really sick sad I can probably post on Saturday, seeing as I'm finally getting antibiotics! YAYS! Thanks for the patience!))
No worries. biggrin I hope you feel better!!!
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 8:57 pm
Waiting for some sort of an answer, Travis looked down at Brynn. He had honestly forgotten what they were discussing earlier, due to the fact that his mind was incredibly clouded. Mutt had distracted him..and quite frankly Travis was still a bit pissed off. The only person that Travis ever allowed to talk to him in such a way was his father or Allison. Travis brought his attention back to Brynn when he saw that she had finally craned her head up to look at him, "Yes, about what we talked about. Can we go to the infirmary and look for them? My swords." HIs mind spun and the cloudiness got a bit worse. "What does she really expect me to do? I can't just let her have them back, not without Rose's permission at least... They harmed her her and Rose needs to do more studies before she could even think about giving them back..Brynn can probably learn to be without them.." As soon as this thought was over though, Brynn's eyes turned into crimson glass, almost as if she could read his mind. "I want them back," Brynn said angrily and Travis could see the old Brynn back in her eyes. Travis smiled wearily, "I know that you want them back, Brynn." He paused, "But...the real question at hand is... can you have them back.." Brynn's already angry gaze was now burning fire in his direction, so he continued, "Honestly, Brynn..it's not up to me if you can have them back or not, though. They were harming you..so I can't honestly blame Rose for being cautious about it. You'll have to talk to her about it."
Travis moved his eyes away from the furious Brynn, knowing that if he looked into her eyes again she would probably either try to kill him or he would burst into flames. He looked towards the door when he heard it open and in stepped the one person he did not want to see again today unless completely necessary-- Mutt. "Wow..he really wants to get his a** kicked today, doesn't he?" However without missing a beat, somebody bounced in behind him...Allison, the one they had been fighting abotu earlier. "Great..even more conflict.." Travis watched as she ducked her head into the window where he was serving food earlier, obviously looking for him. His eyes widened slightly when she turned around and saw him with Brynn and smirked. "I...really don't like that look in her eye.." That's when Mutt passed by Travis and smirked at him, on the way to a table. Bad move, but Travis wasn't going to do anything when Allison was so near. Allison disappeared into the kitchen and Travis turned back towards Brynn, who hadn't moved much since he last looked at her. Her eyes were still burning holes into him, "Brynn...honestly. I'm sorry but I can't help you. I seriously don't want those swords hurting you like they were..." He paused and gathered his thoughts, "Think about it... you haven't passed out in a couple hours and you look a lot better, you have almost all of the color back into your skin now.." Travis heard the swinging of the kitchen door behind him and he glanced back in time to see Allison passing by him. Allison show him a death glare and Travis knew that he was in trouble. Mutt had tattled on him like a child.
Sighing, Travis rolled his eyes and looked down at his watch and within seconds, his eyes widened--it was already 3:15. "Crap...where'd the time go...? He quickly turned his eyes back to Brynn, "I'm sorry but I really have a lot of work that I have to do before 5:00.. but, if you decide that you don't hate me later.. We can talk later." Travis turned around, not bothering to wait for a response and he headed towards the kitchen. What he found bothered him, probably more than it should have. Dion, Demi, and Sigma were all standing around and talking--not doing their chores. His eyes darted around the kitchen, spotting all of the dirty dishes just lying around, not being washed. Then, over to the very small stack of clean dishes on the counter and over to the small stack in the cabinets still. Travis stiffened and he cleared his throat, if there was anything he took seriously was his job to prepare dinner and in order to do so, he needed the dishes, pots, and pans all clean and a clean place to serve the meal. All of which he didn't have at the moment. He cleared his throat again, more loudly this time and the small groups conversation ended and three pairs of eyes flew over to him. "Do you guys have..any idea what time it is?" When all he got was wide, confused eyes in response Travis looked down at his watch, "Dion..Demi it is 3:20 now, which means we have a most two hours to get everything done. You know the routine by now.." Travis sighed and loosened his posture a bit, "We can't slack today of all days.. Logan's extremely stressed today and on top of that... We're really low on supplies in here..."
Travis grabbed one of the sponges off of the sink and washed it out, meanwhile Dion started doing the dishes again. Travis smiled and nodded, "Thanks, kid." Then almost mechanically, Travis walked over to the counters and began wiping them down, and making a pile of all the dirty dishes that were lying around for no particular reason. Rolling his eyes again, Travis walked over to the stove and saw the pan that was crusted with the oatmeal from this morning, "Di.. you're going to have to soak this. You can leave it to the side for now though." While sorting the wash now/wash later dishes Travis gave further instruction, "Sigma, I don't care if you want to help Demi clean up.. we don't really have much time if you think about it..so we could use the help." He paused as he picked up a fork that had fallen onto the floor, "The floor in the Mess Hall needs to be swept and if there is still time, mopped. The tables also need to be cleared, if not already and then wash it off." Travis shook his head, "I really wish I didn't have to tell these kids to clean every day... they know that Logan likes the crew to all be together during dinner..and that's when the announcements are usually done. But.. it's not like I make them do it every day..I do give them days off where I have to start cleaning earlier.."
Travis watched as Demi and Sigma left the kitchen with a mop and a broom and he nodded, "Of course..she hates doing dishes." He looked over to Dion, "Don't you ever get sick of those dishes all the time... you always get put on that duty." Travis laughed lightly, still stacking up the dishes and pots, which was forming a mountain. When he got all of them piled he turned to the two pots with macaroni and soup and was surprised that they were still half filled. "I guess Alli and I were the only ones enthusiastic about the change Dad made?" Travis shrugged and wheeled the cart over to one of the cabinets and grabbed two large containers. He carefully spooned each into their own container and carried them over to the refrigerator and shoved them in. He frowned and brought the two remaining pans over to the massive pile of dishes. "Sorry, Dion. I always hated dish duty." Glancing at his watch again, Travis saw that it was already 3:45, "Things will go by a bit faster if I help you out...you mind?" Dion shook his head, "Of course not." Travis nodded and pulled on a pair of gloves and started on the mountain of dishes, bringing back a memory from his childhood.
Henry walked a ten-year-old Travis into the kitchen after dinner was done, with a cart of dishes wheeling in front of them. Travis' eyes widened in horror when he saw that the cart he was pushing was the least of his problems...there were more in there..it was a mountain of insanity. "Well, there they are Travis.. that should keep you out of trouble for a while." In protest, Travis turned to his father, "Dad! That's not fair. There are SO many and we didn't even make them all!" Henry laughed, "Well, son.. no we didn't' make them all but we're in charge of the kitchen..cooking the food and doing the dishes." Travis made a face, "Well, I'm not going to do them.." Henry leaned against the counter, "Well then..what do you expect us to eat off of tomorrow, Trav? You can't just make the entire crew eat out of the pan." Travis sighed, "Fine dad.. I'll do it..but I'm not happy about this." Henry laughed, "Well.. good and when you get older you won't have to do any dishes like this anymore... You'll be the chef and have people to wash the dishes for you."
Travis laughed to himself as he picked up the last dish from the ghost of a mountain and quickly washed it. "Nice team work, Dion. You and I should work together on the kitchen more often...Let's see...what time do we have?" Travis paused and took off his gloves, and glanced at his watch, "Well..it's 4:00, but after that mountain..I'd consider this an accomplishment.. Now on moves to dinner duty.." Walking over to the refrigerator Travis turned his head, "Hey..would you mind checking on Demi and seeing if she needs any help? Thanks." Opening the refrigerator, he ignored the leftovers shelf and looked at the fresh items he still had..not much, but still enough. A smile appeared on his face when he realized what he was going to make for dinner. Travis pulled various items out of the refrigerator and stacked them onto the counter. He prepared some of them in a large skillet and then moved them into a large pot with the rest of the ingredients. While that was boiling, he walked over to the freezer and pulled out biscuits he had prepared for times like now and placed them onto a cookie sheet, then into the oven to defrost and cook. Checking on the Beef Stew every few minutes, it was cooking faster than it usually did--which was good for the situation he was currently in.
Sighing, Travis remembered that some of the crew preferred salads whenever it was possible. So he made yet another trip to the fridge and looked in the vegetable drawer, discovering that there were still five heads of lettuce in there, carrots, and cucumbers. He took out two heads, a few carrots and a cucumber and began slicing them all up. He scooped the remains into a giant bowl, then went back over to check on the stew. He stirred again and looked at his watch-- 4:50. "Good in about another 10-15 minutes, the stew should be done. Walking over to the window, "Guys... how's it coming?" He saw that the Mess Hall was almost completely done, "Wow...awesome. Good job-" But he got interrupted by the buzzer on the oven going off, "..biscuits." He grabbed an oven mitt on the way and opened the oven and took out one of the trays in one swift motion. With his other hand he placed down two mats on the counter and put one pan a mat, then another. Quickly now, he walked over to the stew and stirred and tasted it...it was done. "About time.." Travis turned off the flame now and walked back over to the oven and turned it off. Striding over to the phone next to the door, with a smile he dialed Logan.
The phone rang twice, but when Logan answered he sounded agitated, "...Hello?" Travis rebutted, "Woah... you should have a better tone, Logan.." Logan chuckled slightly, "Oh...hey Travis.. What's going on?" Travis sighed, "What else? It's 5:15... dinner's ready. You might want to make the announcements before the kids get in here and eat it all..." You could hear the smile in Logan's voice, "Alright, see you in a few minutes." Travis hung up the phone and opened the door, "You guys want to help start making up plates?"
((*stares at textwall* Okay..this one is the longest I've done so far..not sure how great it is though.. dinrawr is served, kiddies))
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 11:03 pm
Everything Allison seemed to do was elegant and feminine, but with a tinge of her underlying strength permeating all her actions. How she ate, how she conversed with others and even how she spoke to him. Allison was the only person who had ever encroached into Mutt's private life, and was the only one who strived to see his better side, one that was buried and long forgotten in the dirge of his broken innocence.
"-if you want..otherwise, I'll see you later."
Mutt regained focus after his reminiscences as his pale eye's flicked up to meet Allison's bold brown hues, which were quickly hidden from sight as she turned and exited the Mess Hall, her long brown hair fluttering behind her in her flight.
Mutt exhaled heavily through his nose and put the bag of ice on the table as he leaned forward and put his clammy forehead into his hands. When the hell was there going to be a raid? When was he going to go outside again, and let himself loose in the anonymity of an individual free from societies' shackles? Wet slopping sounds heralded the arrival of a damp mop being dragged across the grimy metal floor, and glancing up from between his fingers Mutt observed Demi and Sigma cleaning the debris of the Mess Hall. Few others were in the Mess Hall, lunch had passed some time ago and lifting himself to his feet and applying the bag of ice to his chest once again, Mutt navigated his way past the tables, chairs and occupants of the room until he had safely passed through the Hall's door.
The drones and whirs of the engines and pipes was all to be heard in the corridor as Mutt wandered aimlessly throughout the ship until he was soon faced with the door to his cabin. Slipping inside Mutt noticed the barren nature of his room. A few articles of clothing littered the interior, his faithful sniper rifle leaned against the wall; gleaming in the dark and on the small bedside table was a clock, a lamp, and a box of ammunition. Mutt plucked out the two handguns from his holster and laid them next to the small ruby box of ammo. The handguns were new additions, essential for the confined spaces of the ships that the Highwind Group often raided. Handguns were not Mutt's speciality, and neither were confined spaces, but he was still a valuable rebel fighter for his first rate aim and merciless attitude in battle. Mutt's eyes swept around the room again as he judged the untidy state of the room and frowning Mutt went about his cabin putting away the various bits of clothes. Sometime later Mutt was finished and his room was once again in order.
Walking over to his sniper rifle the 'Mark 2' Mutt picked it up and sat down on the edge of his bed grabbing a small pot of gun grease out of drawer on his way. Mutt unassembled the weapon lovingly and with practiced ease, his fingers following the contours of the gun and tracing the small grooves in the metal. The rifle may not be used very often, but it was a precious and powerful weapon as well as a memento from a catalyst of his life. Shining black gun grease flowed over the necessary parts as Mutt wiped the gun free from undesirable residue and grime and soon even this time consuming task was complete. Laying the gun against his bedside table Mutt absentmindedly lay down on the bed and turned towards the analog clock on the table next to him, smiling with pleasure as the time was easily read, conjuring forth a recent memory;
Allison picked up a battered wrist watch from the table between herself and Mutt, the battery of which had long slept dormant. Allison's nimble fingers twisted the old watch's knob, resulting in a different time being displayed. Allison placed the watch back on the table and smiled encouragingly at Mutt as he stared at the clock face, his brow corrugated with concentration. Soon Mutt grinned and tapping the watch face Mutt proudly declared; "It says 3:47". Allison clapped lightly at Mutt's success, adding; "and now Logan can't be mad at you for being late to dinner all the time."
Mutt swiped the black wristwatch off the table and held it up high, his smile ever expanding. "That's right. Thanks Allison."
The smile of his memory graced his face in the present and reading the time Mutt reached over and wiped his thumb over the glass face, removing the small layer of grime from the surface. The new mood motivated Mutt to rise to his feet again and searching the room Mutt found a thin white jacket in a drawer, the jacket of which featured a large rip in the side and a gaping hole in the front. Shivering Mutt donned the jacket as the bag of ice, although relieving against the swelling was now making goose bumps protrude over his skin. There was a little time left before dinner, just enough to go and fetch Allison. Mutt made his way through the labyrinth of corridors, doors flying past him as he searched for where Allison was and soon both her room and the infirmary were checked and disappointingly devoid. Turning Mutt made haste towards the training room, the last place Mutt could think of in Allison's popular haunts. Opening the door Allison held a gun in her hand, trained on one of the targets fastened to the wall, already full of lead and holes. Hearing his pronounced footsteps Allison turned to look at Mutt.
"It's nearly time for dinner, we wouldn't want to be late and make Logan mad at me again would we?"
((Sorry it's crap and boring but I'm not quite with it right now and this post was just to make up some time. x] ))
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