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 Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 4:40 pm
Rory checked grape juice off his mental list. He wasn't even sure if the guy blinked that time. He headed back to his tray of equipment. What could he use next?
Mashed potatoes? No, not yet. The marinara sauce? Maybe. Ice cream? No, that would need to melt a bit more. He found his next item and grinned. He was shocked that the kitchen had been willing to give it to him. It paid to work in the labs.
He uncapped the small cup of flour and started walking around the room sprinkling it here and there.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 4:45 pm
Now it was just starting to get confusing. Just what was going on here? Lance's brow furrowed after he finished cleaning up the grape juice and noticed that there was now white powder all over the floor like snow. He looked back and forth at the floor that was quickly becoming covered in white, unsure as were to start.
He finally picked a spot and just started mopping it up. His mop water was quickly becoming a rather grotesque shade of brown with all the junk that was getting in it, not to mention little globs of green jello.
The grunt was now laughing his a** off as he watched Rory toss white powder like a flour girl.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 4:50 pm
Finally! Rory noticed that the guy looked slightly confused at the new mess. He finished sprinkling the flour around the floor and made his way back to the stash once again.
He grabbed the marinara sauce and started retracing his steps over the flour trail with the red liquid.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 5:03 pm
When Lance turned around next, he noticed the trail of red that had started. And he hadn't even finished up cleaning the mess of flour. Now he was really confused. Unsure whether to finish cleaning up the flour or start cleaning the sauce. There was now a distinct frown on Lance's face. Something was certainly not right here. He just kept mopping, although at a faster pace now so that he could catch up with the string of messes that kept appearing.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 5:10 pm
Rory went back to his seat to watch now. Not only did the guy look confused but he started to look almost frustrated. Maybe the guy just had a good handle on his emotions. A small part of him tried to convince him that he didn't need to do anymore; that he had gotten his results, and did he want to risk punishment for this?
He ignored that nagging little voice and picked up the small ice cream container. He opened it and emptied the contents on the floor. He stood up and started walking around, leaving chocolate foot prints in his wake.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 5:15 pm
Hearing the splat behind him, Lance turned around quickly and seemed to notice the culprit for the first time.
"Stop it!" Lance shouted suddenly, giving Rory a look that bordered on a glare.
Now there was chocolate ice cream footprints on the floor, and Lance was having difficulty comprehending the situation. His shout wasn't quite angry, but perhaps a bit indignant. It was as if he tried to convey emotion but couldn't quite get there.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 5:20 pm
Success!
Rory grinning at the disgruntled man. He took in the glare and tone of voice he had used. So he could be aggravated!
"Sorry, man," he shrugged as he started walking around the room passed his table one more time, taking the long way towards the doors while leaving chocolate footprints in the flour and marinara mess in the meantime.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 5:38 pm
All Lance could do was look on as Rory walked away, adding to the mess, and sigh. He just went back to work mopping up the mess that the grunt had so thoughtfully left for him to clean.
His escort, meanwhile, was still laughing.
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Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2012 5:42 pm
Rory stood by the door as he watched the man. He noticed his shoulders move as he sighed and went back to mopping.
He palmed the small container in his hand before opening it and flinging some of the potatoes in Lance's direction. He must have misjudged the distance because it ended up landing on one of the other Rockets seated near Lance.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 10:00 am
"What the hell are you doing?!"
While Rory was standing by the door, his attention still on Lance, another Rocket grunt had entered through it just in time to see Rory fling the potatoes.
Grunt Shadow gaped first at where the food had landed before his gaze was drawn to the mess on the floor. He turned slowly to cast the blonde an incredulous look. "Rory, what are you trying to do, start a food fight? You really want to get tossed into the brig that badly?"
With a heavy sigh, the teen attempted to avoid the messiest bits of floor as he made his way to the janitor. Said janitor seemed to be doing his best to keep up. Wearing a lop-sided frown, Shadow gestured to the hard-working man as he looked back at Rory. Look at what you're making this poor guy do, he seemed to say.
"Sorry, man," Shadow apologized to Lance, his gaze still on the floor - partly out of shame and partly to inspect Rory's handiwork. "My friend's still new around here. When he gets around to floor-mopping duty, I'm sure he'll be more considerate." Finally turning to face the janitor, the young grunt hesitated for an instant.
"Hey...do I...know you?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 7:31 pm
Lance just continued with his mopping, most of the protests from a newly arrived grunt going unnoticed. He didn't so much as look up until he was directly spoken to. The apology just drew a slow blink, which turned to a furrowing of his brow when asked if they knew each other. He stood there and stared in thought for several moments before finally replying. "Yes."
Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, he did remember this person. Despite the inhibitions of the chip, his memories of that escape attempt were still there. Even if drawing them up was a bit more difficult than usual.
"Hey, stop being so uptight. He's a prisoner you know. No harm in a bit of fun, especially after all the crap he pulled." This coming from his guard/escort, who was now lounging a bit too comfortably in his chair nearby.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 12:03 am
Shadow did a double-take. Yes?! Had this guy actually just answered yes? But how could that be possible? he wondered. He seems so familiar, but...wouldn't I remember if I knew him? It's not like I met a whole lot of people since I got here. At least not that he could remember. Not since the Halloween party.
What the hell was going on?!
His pondering were rudely interrupted by another grunt nearby. A prisoner? This person? He didn't seem dangerous. "'All the crap'? What are you talking about? What'd he do?" the teen demanded to know. "He's just one guy."
Turning back to the prisoner, Shadow put a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye. "Hey. Dude, do you remember where we know each other from? You seem familiar, but I just can't...I can't place you." It was bothering him a great deal. More than it should have.
He sensed he'd forgotten other things, but this particular guy was someone Shadow felt like was supposed to know. Only important things he forgot tugged at his brain like the identity of this man did. That had to mean he was important. Then what was it?
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 7:06 pm
The comment about being thrown in the brig threw Rory off slightly. He didn't think that his experiment would get him arrested, especially since it looked like the guy's guard was enjoying watching the process.
At the look Shadow sent him, Rory lowered his head slightly. It's not like he meant for the next specimen to hit that other Rocket.
Rory tried to avoid stepping in anymore of the mess he made and went over to where the janitor and Shadow were standing.
"Sorry," he apologized halfheartedly, "I was just playing."
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 11:07 pm
At Rory's apology, Shadow was momentarily distracted from Lance. He felt a little ashamed for having talked down to someone that much older than him. He still stood by his morals, though, and that meant he couldn't tolerate bullying.
"C'mon, man," the teen told the blonde grunt, more softly this time. "You know the higher-ups don't like us messing around. Someone could slip and break their necks with this stuff. This is fun for, like...three-year-olds."
Taking up a spare mop from Lance's bucket, Shadow began to help Lance gather up the remains of the food on the ground.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:37 pm
Rory looked around at his handiwork on the floor. He had done a decent job of covering it in a weird mess, that was for sure. Shadow's interruption had forced him to think about what he had just done. He was twenty-two years old, he should have been over the bullying and pranking by now.
"Yeah, you're right," he agreed with the teenager before turning to the man he had been harassing, "I shouldn't have done that, I don't know what I was thinking and I'm sorry."
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