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 Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 12:39 pm
Ariane had returned to the HQ early in the morning; as always, vacation was the only thing on her mind. Well, it wasn't the only thing, but it provided her with a good distraction from her own thoughts and worries... She did not like being worried.
Taking the same path through the HQ as she did the day before, she found herself back where she had been "renovating". As she remember it, there was a half-painted wall, a pot of paint, and several different types of paintbrushes waiting for her; sure, she could fix that hole in the wall over there, but that would take a certain amount of effort as compared to painting walls. She did not want to do effort right now.
Someone else can do it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 2:21 pm
Melvin had been very interested in the Life Labs, as he felt out of everywhere, that would be an environment that would be most familiar to him. Not only that, he wanted to actually learn from the other technicians in that department. Not only were they professionals, but they were studying a field he wanted to learn more about since he was 12. About shadows, and how they worked. There was a plethora of questions he wanted to ask, and even more research material he wanted to see was possible available to him, but his dreams were dashed when the place was attacked shortly before he came out of his pod.
Now the place was trashed, and the only response he got was that trainees had to work on fixing the labs if they wanted to work in them.
Not all that enthused, he came because he had nothing else to do, wanted this place fixed, and felt he'd get in the way of those recovering and actually having jobs if he stuck around anywhere else. Work always suited him best anyways.
While painting was easier, it was also messier, and he decided to stick with combining the plaster and working on patching up the holes in various walls and a few dragging claw marks. The amount of damage only reminded him of the creatures he first encountered in the prison and lair, and he tried hard not to think about it, instead using a putty knife and a small container. It was easy work in that it meant less mess. He only brought so many clothes, and he was told there were no shops here unless he managed to be awarded leave. Painting required a grungy outfit he just did not own.
As he moved to another room, he saw a girl around some paint buckets and gave a small wave. "They really tore this place apart, didn't they?" He said, making idle conversation.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 12:32 am
"Reward for understatement of the year goes to you, random hunter," Ariane replied as she turned her head to look at the newcomer. Her paintbrush, wet with fresh paint, was pressed against the wall; since she wasn't paying much attention to it, paint was slowly running down the wall.
At least she was considerate enough to set up newspapers along the wall to catch any stray paint.
She then spent the next second subtly examining his clothing and the design of his coat, something she had picked up from being in the Death division; it looked to her like his clothing was all nice and neat, while his coat was a standard issue coat... There was nothing too intricate or elaborate about the design. Still, she had to wonder how he could hope to keep his appearance up in a place like this.
"Or should I say trainee?" She grinned, placing her brush down onto the paint roller tray by her feet. With a grin, she used her elbow to prop herself up against the wall, leaning her head against her hand as she regarded the male, "You must be new here."
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 6:18 pm
There was a great deal of care that Melvin was putting into only getting the plaster putty on the scraper and nowhere else, and he paused when he watched her, giving her a small smile. "Am I that green?" Sometimes he felt he was actually normally, but how easily most hunters spotted him as new made him feel as if he had 'New Guy' written on his forehead. That not being the case, he wondered if everyone just new each other so well that a new person was easy to pick out.
"I only just got out of those pods before this place was attacked. Is there anything I'm doing that's tipping everyone off that I'm new or does everyone just know each other that well?" The facility looked big to him, but for all he knew, it could be a very small community.
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Dragain rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-20)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 7:45 am
"Not everyone talks to everyone else, but you see the same faces during mandatory missions. After a while, you start to recognize faces, even if you do not know their names," The grin on Ariane's face widened ever so slightly, and she picked up the paintbrush again, draining excess paint off the side of the paint roller tray, "If you don't work hard enough, if we don't see your face often enough... It might just be back to the pods for you."
She turned away from the trainee, going back to painting the walls a nice shade of off white that reminded her of clean hospital walls; to be honest, if it was up to her, the HQ would be painted with all sorts of colors... Since most people die young anyway, why not make their lives a little less dull?
"Besides, your coat reminded me of a standard issue coat they give to most trainees," She continued to speak, although she didn't bother to turn around to look at him this time, "I'm sure you'll fit in soon enough. Going through hell together does that... Besides, it pays to have more friends than enemies when you have a job like this."
[Repair: 0, because the dice hates me neutral ]
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MoonKitsune rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2012 6:54 pm
"They can put you BACK in the pods? Why would they do that? Wouldn't it make more sense to have as many people fighting instead of just wasting resources taking a nap?" He didn't get why he wasn't woken up sooner, but the explanation had been rather quick and he didn't catch most of it. It was a bit hard to pay attention during the brief initiation when you were still freaking out about how long you had slept and where you were at.
"I guess I did the right thing in volunteering to fix this place up. Didn't know the penalty for being antisocial was pods or death." Now he knew. It was a good thing he wasn't the type to lock himself away in his room all day and grew restless when he wasn't working. Now there were reasons!
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 12:37 am
[Not rolling anymore, because everything is fixed, so let's just rp this out! : D]
"If you're not actively doing something of use, you are a waste of resources," Ariane replied firmly, raising an eyebrow; to be honest, this made more sense than what he was saying, about 'having more people fighting'. However, it was also why Jeremy was- She paused, stopping her thoughts right there, in its track; there was no need to think about that now.
"Good for you. The earlier you learn that, the better off you'll be," She grinned, taking a step back from the wall to examine her own paint job; it wasn't exactly professionally done, but she had covered most of the wall, "It would be such a pity if they stuffed you back into the pods again~"
You know, without letting him have a taste of the death, pain, filth, and all that other wonderful things that came with being a hunter!
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 12:52 am
"Pity, eh? I think you have a lot more faith in me working than in having me stuck in a pod. My performance during the last mission wasn't exactly Gold Star worthy." In fact, he hadn't hit anything, was terrible with his defense, and the only highlight of being terrified out of his mind was that he managed to drag someone that was unconscious out of that hell-hole. It wasn't something to write home about - IF he could have written home, which he couldn't.
Oh great, now he was depressed.
"How long have you been out of your pod?" He asked, just curious how long most people around here usually lasted.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 3:52 am
"At least you're not dead," Ariane pointed out, perhaps sounding a little too cheerful as she dipped her paintbrush into more paint. In recent months, 'I'm still alive' had become one of her most commonly used answers to the questions of 'How are you' and 'How have you been'; being alive just meant that things have the potential to get better.
Or worse. That was always an option too.
"It's been over a year for me," She replied with a chuckle, "If you're unlucky, you wouldn't last a year, but most people do. Your weapon is important because the Fear shield it generates protects you... Otherwise, a stab to your chest would actually be fatal."
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2012 6:51 pm
See. You owe me a lot. I'm keeping you from kicking the bucket. Trust me. You'd be one ugly undead if that happened. You should be treating me like a Queen.
How about I put you back in the drawer for a week and see how that works.
Then have fun dying! You'll come begging soon. All boils do.
He rolled his eyes.
"I was under the impression from another trainee that a lot of people got killed in their first month. I'm glad that's not the case." Now he just had to juggle not dying and not being put in a pod. Certainly made deadlines for essays look minor in comparison.
"That last mission really had me wondering." It seemed a lot of people died each mission, and he felt more lucky than skilled or brave.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 1:29 pm
"Only if you have really shitty luck," Ariane replied, putting emphasis on 'really shitty', because it was true; if you just woke up, and got sent to some really dangerous mandatory mission, that's just bad luck... Jeremy was a terrible trainee. He didn't do much work. He managed to avoid so many mandatory missions.
She was glad, yes, but she was also surprised that he didn't get stuffed back into a pod earlier. Or killed by Caelius for being lazy.
"Most people survive longer than that, although there's a reason why you don't see many old people around," She pointed out with a shrug.
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 9:12 pm
"I...haven't seen enough people to make that assumption....but I guess now that you mention it. No. I haven't seen anyone who is too old." He pressed some putting into another hole, smoothing it out as his brow creased. He never really took notice, what with everything else he was adjusting to, but to think that no one lived that long here scared him. Before this, most people generally assumed they would live to a ripe old age aside from freak accidents. A heart attack or a form of cancer would get them, but they would be well into their years by then that it wasn't so bad. They would feel robbed of their youth and a full life. There would have been plenty of times for plans.
It was different here, and Melvin stared at the wall he was fixing in deep thought. What were his goals now that his life was completely different to what he had plotted out for him before coming here? Did you even plan when you weren't sure how long you'd live? He always had goals. A career path, personal highlights in his road of life, but now it was dark without any certainties.
"Heh." He managed, the laugh weak and forced. "I guess no one plans ahead around here then." He knelt down to put more putty on the putty knife he was using to smooth things with.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 11:12 am
"Make the best of what you can have. The rest is just irrelevant," Ariane muttered, finishing up the paint job on the wall, and taking several steps back to look at it from a distance. She couldn't see any unpainted wall peeking through, which seemed like a good end product to her; grinning, she threw the paint brush into the paint roller tray - which, luckily, did not have much paint left.
"So, trainee," She turned to look at the Lifer as she pulled both paint-stained gloves off her hands, tossing them down on the floor beside the tray. Then, folding her arms across her chest, she raised an eyebrow, "Do you have a name? Or am I going to have to call you trainee?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2012 12:27 pm
He supposed he just had to find out what was allowed for him in this new life and make the best of it. Maybe try to make the most of it and just reformat his life goals, but for now he would settle on the more immediate goals, like learning to fight and maybe learning a few people's names and divisions. He wasn't doing so well at this when she finally brought up the missed introduction.
"Oh!" Sometimes when he was lost in all other information and finding someone who knew a lot more than he did, he missed the introduction and just went down into a stream of questions.
Looking at the putty knife, he set it down atop the putty container before brushing his hands free of any plaster, which there was none, and then offered a gloved hand to her. "Melvin Wood.Sorry, I got a bit carried away with asking questions and forgot."
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2012 10:08 am
"Apology accepted," Ariane replied, grinning widely as she took the offered hand, giving it a firm shake. She wasn't quite sure how to feel about him not taking his gloves off, but it wasn't as if his gloves were as dirty as hers were, "Wood, huh?" She chuckled, amusement plain on her face; her mind had long gone somewhere else.
"You can call me Ariane," Last name unimportant, "My weapon's name is Kintama. He gets whiny if I leave him out of the introductions." She explained, rolling her eyes.
somewhere else as well. Ehehehe.>
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