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 Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 12:39 pm
Jordan had claimed a table over near the coffee urns. He was on his third cup. The caffeine seemed to be soothing away some of the endless irritation with the whole ******** world full of <******** idiots - oh, no, wait, there it went again. He resisted the urge to throw the mug at the nearest wall. That would be a waste of sweet, sweet caffeine. He had also claimed a box of donuts. He felt fat and horrible and <******** the whole world who cared he was going to have some ******** donuts. The box sat open on the table; the only deterrent for anyone passing by and inclined to swipe a donut was the blistering, rage-filled stare.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 12:48 pm
Kostya was dressed nicely. There were sheer grey leggings on her now too short legs. Blue sneakers on her now dainty feet. Her coat was buttoned up to the max, but couldn't hide her rather ample...chest.
Her hair was done up in pigtails. Mimsy had stated, rather authoritatively, that it was the most effective hairstyle. There were even some blue barrettes in her hair, to keep stray pieces from falling into her face.
Reluctantly, she trudged through the halls, her lower lip trembling.
She had no idea who anyone was, why she was a girl, or what was going on. So, there was a mission.
It was called: get coffee.
She arrived in the cafeteria, shoulders hunched over in a slouch. Slowly, she went about the process of getting herself some a cup of coffee, rubbing her belly over her coat as the painful and odd sensation of cramps swept over her.
Groaning, Kostya "I am...very sorry to bother," she mumbled in the general direction of the only other person in the cafeteria, a rather angry looking girl.
"Do you know vhere I could...get pain medicine?" The Russian cringed in advance, chewing on her lower lip.
She just felt so SAD. Sad and everything HURT. Cautiously, she sipped at the coffee, hiding behind the cup.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 12:52 pm
"Try the labs," Jordan grumbled. "On second thought, don't try the labs, the ******** sadists down there will probably give you something experimental and God only knows what that'd do. You'll have to find someone who was born with this incredibly inconvenient condition and convince her to give you painkillers. Try turning on the waterworks, that seems to be working on everyone else around here." He snagged a donut and bit into it viciously.
This was really not the best of first impressions. Not caring. So much not caring that you could cut it with a knife.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 12:58 pm
"The labs?" Kostya looked at Jordan, feeling helpless, sipping at her coffee again.
There was definitely some bitterness there. Also some resentment. Kostya carefully filed that data away. Strawberry blonde: Does not like the Labs. Whatever the Labs are.
She tried to discreetly wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes, since this stranger didn't really seem to think well of those that cried.
"I vould rather not use my tears to manipulate others. I. Uhm. I only woke up, perhaps, a day or two ago? So, I am not really understanding. Vhere are the labs?"
Kostya only had the one lead. Might as well try to follow it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:04 pm
Jordan put the coffee cup down and stared incredulously at the newcomer with the accent. "********, you sure picked a nice time to hatch out," he said. "Nobody's getting a damn thing done today. Somebody must have something, if you're lucky it'll be someone who owes me a favor so I can order them to get the hell down here and share."
He pulled his phone out and tapped a message in. "There. Give it a minute. God, it'd better not be long."
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:28 pm
It took a bit for Rep to get from the rooms to the cafeteria at his very patient pace. He normally walked like a man on a mission, today was nothing of the sort. He entered and once again took the time to wipe away his tears, wobbling over to the table.
He'd clearly been crying all morning and was shovelling ice cream like life blood as he headed over to sit down next to Jordan and some b***h he'd never met. Presumably a b***h, was hard to tell right now.
"Hi." he stammered in a meek little voice.
After another mouthful, he fished out the Midol and tossed it on the table, before getting right back to his ice cream.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:34 pm
Jordan actually produced a smile for Rep. When the red-haired man - well, temporarily a woman, but <******** that this was not permanent or at least it had better not be - put the Midol on the table, Jordan picked the package up and flipped it at the girl with the accent. "There. Painkillers. Courtesy of social networking. You're welcome."
He scooted over to wrap his arm around Rep's shoulders.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:37 pm
"Spasiba. It is being very much appreciated." Kostya gave the girl a wobbly smile, and chose to remain standing: she still looked rather irate.
Quietly, Kostya observed the newcomer. Redhead, walking oddly, not afraid of the scary one. Interestingly enough, the first girl's rage faded upon the new girl's arrival. The Russian noted to herself: Redhead and strawberry blonde are friends. Close ones.
Cautiously, the brunette offered a wave at the girl who was stuffing her face with ice cream. Her eyes glanced between the table, where the little bottle of medicine sat, and Jordan-- she obviously didn't want to take it until she got permission.
Fortunately, the crabby girl tossed her the medicine. Without thinking, Kostya grabbed it, thankful that her hand-eye coordination hadn't changed along with her sex.
"Spasiba, spasiba," she repeated, eagerly opening the package of medicine and downing it, chasing it with coffee.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:43 pm
Rep leaned bonelessly against Jordan, surprisingly exhausted from all the constant crying, he gave Kostya a wave with one hand. "Hello." he looked her over blearily "Don't think we've met, I'm Rep. Normally a guy." He felt like he had to clarify.
He offered the spoon to Jordan. "Want some ice cream?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 1:50 pm
"Russian?" Jordan asked, his curiosity making itself heard now that the simmering fury had abated somewhat. He should probably introduce himself too, he figured. "I'm Jordan. Sun division. Also normally a guy."
Rep leaning tiredly against him prompted a sudden, blooming rush of pleased affection. "Sure," Jordan said, and took the spoon with a wide, silly smile.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:08 pm
Note adjusted: perhaps beyond friends. But...two girls? Though, Rep said that they were normally a guy.
Carefully, Kostya peered at the cranky girl.
She deduced that it would, in fact, be better to ask at a later date-- oh.
"I only voke up, few days ago," Kostya explained with a small smile, wishing very hard for the medication to kick in, and trying to politely ignore the fact that these two, were, in fact, probably together.
As in, together. Publicly. That, or the cranky one wished to be-- buh. People were confusing.
"Da," Kostya nodded. "My name is Kostya. I think..." The Russian looked behind herself, to look at the gold embroidery. "Moon. I am thinking."
Yes.
Ignoring the happy couple, yes.
"What do divisions mean? I am not being sure if I understand."
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:19 pm
Jordan was a lot softer than normal like this. It was strange and unfamiliar, but when he really badly just wanted to snuggle and let his sinuses stop aching from crying, it was just fine with him. He could lean here all day.
"I'm sun division as well."
It was interesting for Rep to meet someone with an accent markedly different from the main American dialects he'd run into, and unlike running into Gale's English accent there was a sense of camaraderie about it. He probably would have been more hostile normally anyway, given that he was talking to a woman, but he was just too damn confused, sad and tired today. He wasn't even sure he could be mean to women given that he was currently female. He didn't have the patience to logic it out.
"Kostya" he repeated carefully, committing it to memory. He'd probably make up some other snarky name later. Like Boris. "Moon eh? Division is like, what your job kind of is on the battlefield."
"Suns..are meant to hit things." he got all wobbly again "But.. we..aren't allways..." he fought back the urge to cry again and soldiered on. "Moons defend us and make sure we don't die."
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 2:24 pm
"Yeah, looks like you're Moon. It's usually more obvious who's what with the division symbols on the uniform, but my coat doesn't fit today." The scowl returned briefly, but Jordan couldn't keep it up, and had another bite of ice cream instead. "Sun's specialty is offense, Moon is defense, Life is research, Death is information, and Mist is flexible, filling any role. As a Moon, you'll be working closely with Suns like us a lot of the time, and believe me, we appreciate the hell out of it." He waved the spoon expansively as he talked.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 3:02 pm
"I see," Kostya mused, tapping her chin. "This sounds like a pleasing thing." She nodded appreciatively. Yes, defending was something she could definitely do.
Attacking sounded unfortunate. Protecting the people who were the heavy hitters? Well, that sounded more her style.
Every detail that Rep and Jordan provided was carefully filed away to memory. She'd have to write this down, later. Her memory was not so great.
"Perhaps, girl with rainbow scarf made good decision vith me." She smiled at the memory. "Do you know her, perhaps?" There was a hint of excitement behind the words, spoken as carefully as she could manage.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 3:10 pm
He raised a brow. There was only one person he'd ever seen with a rainbow scarf.
"She's gone." he stated grimly, making a clear motion across his throat with a finger.
"Defence is important, but never perfect."
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