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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 4:49 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 4:53 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 6:36 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2017 8:04 am
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Gale Gentry ( Y3 Death Hunter Specialist )
One of the newest trainees was giving him a curious look, her face unfamiliar. Gale stacked several of his papers together and slid them into a folder before offering her a friendly half sort of smile that wasn't quite a smile - but it was encouraging enough (he wasn't used to smiling that much, anyway).
"Did you need help with anything?" he offered. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
Vasily was given a Look out of the corner of Gale's eye.
Nash Flynn ( Y1 Sun Trainee )
Nash took it back. All three of them were being idiots.
He transferred his feet away from Dottie's chair to swing them across Tobin's legs instead, crossing one of his own legs over the other, Nash shifting sideways in his chair to accomodate this new, quite comfortable position. His hands linked together across his stomach.
"Good job, Dean," Nash stage whispered, giving Sherry a curious look, flicking his gaze over her. Dottie was still being - well, Dottie - but clearly Dean had not expected his little show to actually garner attention, because his ears were red; a tell tale sign Nash knew well.
"What's your name?" he asked, head tilted to the side.
She'd said it at the beginning of the meeting, but he'd already forgotten.
Merric Cassel ( Y1 Life Trainee )
Merric wasn't a fan of cheap, and clearly this man wasn't either. He surveyed the room around them with a critical eye, frowning a little, though he wasn't particularly sad about not getting McDonald's. That definitely seemed cheap - and also greasy.
"I wonder if it's losing finances, or if they just dislike paying well," Merric mused, then realized he was being offered a hand. He extended his own and gave it a shake. "Merric Cassel. That's all right, I don't have a card either to offer you, I'm sorry."
He peered around. "As cliched as it sounds to ask - I'm assuming you're new here as well?"
October Flynn ( Y1 Mist Trainee )
October had woken up.
Sort of. It was debatable. Physically he was awake, and physically he was moving around, but mentally he was probably still buried somewhere under a thousand pillows and blankets, sound asleep and quite definitely content.
October slouched over to where Stormy was and promptly plopped himself down at the desk beside her and put his head down on it again.
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