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 Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 10:21 am
"Justin--what?" Aaron, who had been squirming wildly in an attempt to break free from the headlock, froze and turned his head slightly to stare at Damien. Where in God's name had that name come from? "My name is Aaron. Aaron. Not...whoever this Justin guy is."
With (rough) introductions done, the young man proceeded with his attempt to get free, grabbing Damien's arm and trying to pry it free. However, his attention eventually turned from Damien to Jared as the latter suddenly grabbed them both by the collar, effectively choking Aaron for a good millisecond.
"...! What the--what the hell are you doing? Let me go!" More wriggling. Aaron clearly wasn't pleased, and the arrival of a random woman to their group did not help his bad mood (nevermind that he had no idea what she was talking about--bushy tails? What?).
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 11:53 am
[ ENTERING DORM HALLS ]
Jess was quite a bit slower at getting herself sorted out. She wandered around aimlessly for a good part of her arrival before finally reaching the dorms. It seemed no less chaotic here and frankly... this did not bode well for her sickly gut feeling. Why were so many people called in for this?.. Damn, feeling sicker still.
She tried to distract herself again with the task at hand. She needed to get her room and then find Dave so maybe they can hunt down a horse to eat together. She certainly was hungry enough.
She wandered the halls for while before finding her room, poking her head in to investigate with an approving nod. It'll do. She then shut and locked it deftly and continued down the halls until she finally spotted him. His back was turned and he seemed to be hobbling away from her. She smirked.
She quickly scurried after him and as soon as she was in range - assuming his keen skills allowed her to go unnoticed - she attempted to punch him in the back of his head. To get his attention really.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 12:06 pm
It went without saying that Dave was /not/ expecting to be punched in the back of the head, and reeling forward slightly as his vision blurred, he turned the stumble into a retalation, arcing around to seize his assailaint with his good arm, putting himself practically nose to nose with Jess. Only then did he actually realise who it was, blinking his eye, frowning and siiighing heavily as he let her go.
"You..daft woman you." he rolled his eye and brushed her clothing in what he hoped was a mildly placatory gesture before rubbing the back of his head.
"Striking a hungry man from behind, you should be ashamed of youself." he gave her a little smirk along with the admonishment. "Well okay, nah, not ashamed, you got the jump on me you lucky b*****d." He shrugged before continuing.
"Did you find your dorm alright? Not filled with strangers or anything? Cause they are fair packing them in here today, wall to wall. Must be a big deal and I doubt its a new year's party somehow."
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 12:41 pm
Jared sneered, setting both of the men down hard, on opposite sides of him. "What ever happened to hello? What ever happened to saving the bickering for the battles? Act like proper Sun Hunters, would you?" Yes, Jared had taken instant notice of their coats. How disgraceful.
He sighed, however, and looked a bit regretful. He was pretty sure he'd seen these two before, probably on some mission somewhere. They were comrades of the same division, and even though they had been acting like a pair of baboons fighting over a mate, they still deserved some form of camaraderie. "Sorry." He mumbled, as he opened his door.
Then, there was Pepper. Jared didn't know her, but she seemed so... cheery. Optimism was a rare thing for the Sun hunter to see. "Umm... thanks? What does that even-" The more he thought, the less sense it made. Bright eyes and bushy tailed? Whaaaaat?
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 12:56 pm
Jess actually chuckled at his reaction. It was exactly as she expected - even his "apology".
"Oh come now sir, you know you loved it. Not every day you get a woman to touch you." Her face twisted up into an all-too toothy grin.
"Besides, luck had nothing to do with it. I'm just that good." She relaxed the grin into a soft smirk as she bobbed her head at him as if mentally stating, "That's right. I went there."
"As for the dorms yep, got to mine in time. Hopefully no one is a little s**t and decides to pick the lock or they'd have hell to pay for it." She looked suddenly agitated. Not exactly at the possibility of this happening but rather.. the fact they ARE packing them all in. It was a fact she didn't like, just the mention of it made her stomach tighten up into a little ball.
"Er.. maybe we should go eat?" She tried to change the subject a bit to one she deemed more.. beneficial to their current situation. "Can b***h and moan about how badly I bruised your brain?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:17 pm
Dave rolled his eyes "You'll be just that good when you can best me in a fight little lady and not before. Sneak attacks to my precious head in hallways do /not/ count. And despite appearances, I'm not actually a fan of injuries, they just tend to be a fan of mine. Leave them up to the monsters in future though."
She's getting better though, you huv tae admit. Argyle spoke up, quickly shouted down as he mentally hissed /I/ know that, she doesn't have to. And why are /you/ supporting the one knocking lumps out of me anyway? he was met with a somewhat smug mental silence.
"Women." he sighed dejectedly. "I don't want any women touching me, its bad enough having to talk to them all day." he moped. He wasn't sharp enough on the uptake to notice the way she changed the subject, merely latched onto the prospect of food like a drowning man to driftwood.
"Eat? Yes. Yes please. Food good. I really didn't get a chance to eat and I'm running on empty. Don't worry about my brain though, its still plenty good to think rings round you, even with a few knocks to it."
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:22 pm
He'd gotten no response, only more hunters acting like idiotic children, crowding a hall. So Clint did what he had to do. He started through the crowd, shoving where he had to, intent on finding a DAMN ROOM. Was it that too much to ask when you were in a barracks? "Scuse me, scuse me," he muttered through gritted teeth. "Coming through."
Where he really wanted to shout "Get the hell out of my way already!" but he didn't. Because that would just raise the volume and accomplish nothing. The last thing he wanted after a week of New Orleans was more volume.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:23 pm
"Excuse me-"
- Liam turned around at the noise, but not fast enough for the Hunter to rude knock everything out of his hands, sending the papers flying all around the hallway.
"..." The Death leader said not another word as he moved to pick up the closest few, attempting to file them back in working order as he moved. Maybe he should have gone somewhere quieter, really.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:29 pm
Oh s**t. Clint jerked to a stop as he saw the papers flying, cursing his luck inwardly, then turning to see who had lost them all. Oh s**t. Oh s**t, oh s**t, oh s**t--that was a DEFINITE leader. Death, according to the uniform-- The big black man dropped his bag to the side and knelt on one knee, starting to pick up the papers. "Ah... sorry," he muttered, looking at Liam briefly before grabbing another piece. He was so screwed. Oh well, story of his life.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:34 pm
"No, it's fine, it's busy and-" Liam quickly snatched up a few choice ones that had some more sensitive information, though several of the documents wrote [CLASSIFIED] and then 'FOUR CLANS LABYRINTH LAYOUT' right on the top margin. "-It's fine really, I'll take care of these. I insist."
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:39 pm
He nodded, barely glancing at the paperwork as he handed what he had picked up over. "Yes, sir," he said quietly. "But I apologize again," he added as he slowly stood. There was a piece of paper that had just been stepped on, he noticed with a frown. He hesitated, wondering if he should leave it for the death leader to get-- But it could get torn-- He moved towards the person standing on the paper, intent on asking them to move their foot.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:41 pm
"It's a date." She grinned furrowing her brows at him challengingly. She was going to knock the stuffing out of him one way or another. Eventually. Still, her expression quickly relaxed at the topic ebbing back to food. About to suggest prime rib when someone barreled past them and into Liam. She couldn't even get out a propper full, "What the fu--" before it was all said and done.
Shooting the man a dirty scowl, "Impatient b*****d. You'll die before the rest of us with an approach like that." She was /about/ to move over and help Liam when he made it VERY CLEAR help was not wanted. Frowning. Still. She moved nearer to keep a dirty look aimed at Clint.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:44 pm
Clint looked at her, his brown eyes icy cold. "Move. Your. Damn. FOOT, please," he said through gritted teeth. She had the gal to call him a b*****d when SHE was the one stepping on the paper?
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:45 pm
Dave also was startled by the sudden activity in the corridor, thoughts of delicious food knocked clean out of his head as he followed Jess's gaze to the shower of papers and Liam in the middle, looking rather mortified. He had a lot of respect for their division head, even moreso amidst the onslaught lately of vindictive rumours and was somewhat satisfied to see the arrogant man suddenly turn helpful. Nevertheless leaning down himself to gather up a few papers that had landed near to him reguardless of the apparent insistance of the leader that he needed no help, he held out a few in his good hand without even making so much as a cursory glance to their contents. If it was information they needed to know, Liam would forward it onto them he trusted.
"Here sir."
He completely ignored Clint for the time being, more concerned with the pride of their division leader.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 1:45 pm
((Entering from Cafeteria))In hindsight Mya supposed she should have probably come to the dorms to get herself a room before going to the cafeteria for some food. The hallway was completely packed with supplies and other hunters, and she had to weave her way through the bodies of those who decided it would be a good idea to just stand around chatting. It was rather annoying, to say the least. Didn't they have rooms they could do their visiting in? Or couldn't they at least go outside? She just hoped some dumbass hadn't stolen her room. As her slow trek through the hallway continued, her mood became blacker and blacker. The very few hours of sleep after a long hard mission she had before coming here was finally starting to drag her down, and as a result her temper was becoming very short indeed. She had to bite back the anger so as not to just start screaming at people to get out of her freaking way. And damn, but it was hot in that hallway! Her uniform and hair had begun to stick to her skin uncomfortably as the humidity in the air from so many warm bodies in such a small space started to get to her. A wave of diziness from the heat and her own weariness made her stumble to the side where she held herself up with a hand to the wall. Gods but I need some sleep she thought to herself as she took this moment to pause and just breathe in and out slowly, lest she freak out on everyone in her immediate vicinity. She moved so that her back was pressed up against the wall, and her head tilted back with her eyes closed, letting the coolness of the wall penetrate through her uniform. Eventually, her eyes fluttered back open and she turned her head to the side, still looking upwards. Wait...was that......? "JULIEN???" The name burst from her mouth before she could stop it. It couldn't be him! They had sent her here without him! But yet, she could see him, or at least, the back of him, as he hovered over the other hunters clustered in the hallway. Back, front, whatever. She could recognize that boy from a mile away.
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