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 Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 5:53 pm
"These ah... WHERE my Backup glasses. My um. Normal ones broke years ago. Didn't really have time to order more after being recruited, it was um... a pretty quick process," Jerry smiled with a forced chuckle, fishing his cell phone out to hold it an inch from his face, squinting as he tried to make out the text messages, "Oh, there they are... must have slept through it... Doesn't... look like they need a Band Conductor or anything? Ahaha... Let's see... huh. "
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 5:56 pm
"Oh. Guess you got the same thing I did. ...They said they were going to delete it in 24 hours. I wrote down some of it"
Harrison scrolled through his own phone.
"Doesn't look like choir duty is on here, no."
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 6:11 pm
"Let's see... Um... Kit... Kitchens and... um... Guard... duty and um... I don't see anything about an armory or something... but... in the tent someone said something about a quartermaster... Candace and I were going to go look into a few things once we rested. She needs a new uniform and er... i was going to look into those glasses, ahahaha... they might have something for you? I can't imagine this is the first time a weapon's needed a bit of pampering. Especially after such a.. taxing mission?" He was getting a headache again, relaxing a little that Harrison had taken notes at least, and set the cellphone down again.
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 6:29 pm
"Uh huh. I'll probably head over there, somebody's got to be up. ...You want to tag along? I doubt you can write that report with your nose stuck to the paper."
Harrison grinned.
"And maybe get an edge on some of those roster sheet sign ups."
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 7:45 pm
"I... I suppose," He was up now, at least. His long nap had taken the edge off, but he wasn't quite ready to return to the nightmares. Nor did he care to explain the lights anymore. "Just... let me get um... My shoes," He winced a little as he eased on a sweatshirt, and quickly pulled his shoes on to follow. "Maybe they have something written up with ah... bigger text than a Text? Ahahaha... for me to um. See what I'd be signing up for anyway."
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 4:49 pm
Something about Jerry putting on a sweatshirt and sneakers reminded Harrison of Mr. Rogers.
He waited for Jerry to be ready to go, looking around at Jerry's few posters. Maybe non-trainees had better decorating options and could have rooms that looked less like barracks.
"Guard duty, Cooking, Cleaning, Minipets. I'm thinking about that last one, if we got the same shift you could meet Killer. And I hear there's a ping pong table, if you pick up guard duty at the gym."
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 4:56 pm
"Cooking sounds like more my pace. I had a cat once, but ah.... My allergies... I'm not sure how those little monsters would effect them." He rubbed his nose, limping after as Harrison headed out the door. He didn't turn off the lights as he closed the door behind them. "And I don't know how good a guard I would be. P-probably not um. Good for my nerves. Ping-Pong does sound fun though! Do you think anyone can just use it?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 6:13 pm
"I never cooked anything before," Harrison said. "Unless you mean like, poptarts. I bet they'd just have you peeling potatoes any how."
He laughed at the nerves comment, like Jerry was making a joke.
"Anybody guarding the gym. What division are you, again? Life?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 6:35 pm
"Sun," The man replied with a touch of pride.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 7:28 pm
"Hey, you're the other end of my division. They put me on Defense. Guess it's for the best, because compared to you, the amount of damage I was doing out there sucked," Harrison said.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 8:59 pm
"Roar did all of the real work, I just ah... pulled the trigger, ahaha..." Jerry smiled weakly, "I suppose er... overcompensation of weapon works in my favor? I'm... starting to get the hang of him, anyway. I just. I don't know. I think I will be a good Sun. I lived through this mission, anyway, ahahaha..." He cleared his throat. "You did well too! Got some good sword work, I thought! Er... stabbed um. A lot of things. I think they're more traditionally a slashing weapon, though? If that makes any difference? Practice makes perfect, they say..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 9:23 pm
"Talking about your own weapon like it's compensation. That wasn't compensation out there. That was like, magic."
Harrison considered this.
"Never really used swords before. Some formal training couldn't hurt. B0nez has been helping me out too."
As they walked in the hallway, Harrison thought back on the room with the light still on, and how Jerry had completely flipped out in the dark water room, shrieking for someone to turn on a light. Forgetting he had a flashlight right there in his pocket.
"...Lots of people are scared of the dark, you know. Hell of a lot more people in this business, I'd wager. We know what's out there."
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 9:45 pm
He stared down at the floor in uncharacteristic silence as they walked, and it was some time before he finally spoke, "It's not um." He paused again, eyes scanning back up to the blur ahead of him, "S-something I um." He picked at the bandages on his cheek. "W-what about you?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:36 pm
"I just tried to ignore it, most of the time. Not let whatever was out there know I'd noticed. Since I got here, I don't worry so much. Anything that winds up on this island should be shaking in their boots."
He shrugged.
"I know for a fact only ghost in my room is one I know on a first-name basis."
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2011 10:41 pm
Jerry gave a nervous, breathy laugh, "You make it sound simple. It's just... I've always... I mean. They diagnosed it as a phobia. You know like. Some people get with spiders. Said the... the things I saw were just. Um. I'm sure you know. My parents gave up early on it, w-which I guess is why I never... um. Grew out of it. Now I know at least I wasn't... you know. Crazy, ahaha.. but it did confirm that my ah... Phobia is... p-pretty justified." He straightened, trying to look like he had some dignity about it. "I mean... I suppose *Here* of all places it's a bit... silly... I don't know. It just feels better when I can... see everything I guess. Not that I can now, but I mean... It's just... old habits, I guess." He was babbling, he knew.
He'd have to learn to block off his windows and pad under the door.
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