[PRP] Going Under [ Ofelia + Simon ]

[Rown]

( We're going to assume this is after she's been promoted, okay okay )

Ofelia tied the sleeves of the jacket around her hips again, glancing down at the stripes that supposedly meant she was now something amazing and not just a normal fresh from the pod. None of that made sense of course, seeing as she didn't care, and the teen happily moved from point A to point B without any real intent. She was an intern something or another now, she was going to be allowed to go on more missions and do more amazing things, and that sheer thought had her skipping down the hallway with no discernible destination. She could go back and talk to Allan about this, seeing as he was the one who helped promote her, but he might have been busy with others things. Ofelia didn't know what all went on with a division head, from the looks of it all of them were generally crazy and had entirely too much fun (which could have been unfair), but maybe asking Allan some questions would clear a bit of that up.

. . . .though there had been a warning from Jerry to stay away from Simon. That seemed dumb, the sun teen knew nothing of Simon and therefore had no reason to really be wary, so she started down the path that she knew might take her to where any of the people lay. Her stomach growled though, an unhappy sign this early in the day, and she paused in her steps to think about whether or not a meal would best suit her. Should she bring cookies or something if she went? What kind did either of them like? It was always best to plan ahead and assume that she'd bump into one or the other (didn't the head and vice-head always need to be together?) so Ofelia didn't have a strong idea as to what to expect or to whom she might be meeting.

This was a little troublesome.

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The section that could be considered the Sun Division offices was identifiable through the copious amount of damage done to every possibly surface. Furniture was scarce and generally consisted of construction supplies borrowed from the Moon division, who nearly always had a small work crew in the area to make sure the place kept standing.

Because god forbid Allan move his people anywhere near their offices.

Strangely enough, the large, colorful anime posters that decorated the walls managed to avoid most damage. Beneath the huge, graceful form of Princess Tutu, Simon was busy loading piles of dirty, bloodstained clothes onto several carts. Even for household duties he wore a pressed white shirt and perfectly knotted tie, however these were supplemented by the addition of a pink frilly apron bearing cheerful white polkadots, and a pink handkerchief tied over his hair.

Ofie's entry garnered a quick, speculative glance, and he didn't waste anytime with pleasantries, "Ofelia, go through these and remove any whites that you find." His glasses glinted with dire warning, "Today is laundry day."  

[Rown]

Ofelia had been in her own thoughts, something strange for the time being, when she was silenced by one of the people she just happened to be looking for. Considering it a happy circumstance she was about to say something. . . only to be told to get to work right away sorting laundry. A look of confusion spread for about half a second before the teen nodded, stepping in more to get a glance about the room before diving into the pile she was instructed to tackle.

"Where ya want'em ta be placed? In a pile jus' b'side it?" Clothing was clothing, she wasn't going to giggle or feel ashamed as she went through. It wasn't like she was some silly teen, eagerly going through the clothing of a beloved person. This was work, more so since her name had been used without the diminutive of it. Also maybe she was surprised Simon did know her name? Did she have a reputation, had he read up on her, or had she introduced herself that time?

It didn't matter, instead she just went ahead and kept sorting. Socks, underwear, bloody shirts. More socks, a pair of pants(?). Would pants go somewhere else?

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"Yes, just pile them neatly to the side, the white's require special care." With all that blood, there was little doubt on this matter. The assistant continued sorting through clothes with an almost vicious efficiency, he was silent for a little while, but Simon was never one to let a chance to multi-task slip away. "While you showed excellent skill in the Shadowrun and several spars, I've noted some hospital time as well." The man glanced at her, glasses glinting, "Sun hunters are known for injuries, but if you cripple yourself, you will be transferred to another division."

Simon was possibly telling her to take better care of herself. This might even be out of concern for her well-being. But more likely it was because he didn't want Allan hindered by a division full of heedless gimps.  

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"Eeeh, what can Ah say, Ah'mma fan'a the food." That was probably a poor choice of words and as soon as it escaped Ofelia's mouth she quickly shuddered, shoulders hunched up as she squeezed her eyes shut. Jerry had warned her to stay away from Simon for a reason and apparently running her mouth wasn't something she needed to be doing.

Her brain started running down a list of things to say. Excuses likely wouldn't fly and for her part Ofelia didn't like offering excuses, An excuse was an attempt to get out of something without having to pay the price for it. Her hands never stopped sorting while she was thinking of what to say, scanning down her list of appropriate responses. Eventually though her head started to hurt (it took all of three seconds) and she threw the plan out the window.

"Ah'm well aware we're known as the front line an' Ah'm well aware the state of mah body more often than not. Ah've been warned by many people ta watch mahself, ta take care'a mahself, but Ah dun plan on bein' crippled." She tossed a rather bloody shirt into the pile that Simon had been making. Her hands were starting to feel sort of gross from touching blood in various stages of drying, not to mention the sweat and dirt and other things mixed in.

Her mouth kept moving, and thankfully she stopped herself before she managed to spit out the 'I'd rather just die than be crippled' phrase, considering there was a former sun hunter now in mist who happened to be. . .crippled.

"Ah've jus'. . . .gotta work some stuff out wit' Rue Ah guess, gotta learn mah own limits. It's only natural fer me ta wanna test the waters, ta test the limits mah body can handle. Ah ain't died yet, Ah've managed ta limp away, but Ah take it Ah won' always be so lucky." She managed to stop herself again before she spouted off that she was just cannon fodder anyway.

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