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 Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 7:56 pm
Power was still on the down low things where hard to come by but Roland had a few back up packs set up. Sunscreen included. He was going to throw it out since the island got no sun but this seemed like the perfect time to break it out.
He was wearing noting but swim trunks as he lay out on the beach, a small bag at his side, lotion included along with snacks. It was a good way to spend the day considering there was no other distraction from there current work.
So he lay about in the sun, his darker skin looking a tint more bronze lately thanks to all the sun. Some people where just blessed to enjoy a tan in this situation.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 8:18 pm
Peyton hadn't really done a whole lot to take advantage of the sun other then go for a nice walk/patrol around the island with Shiloh. The Sun, nice as it should have been, just seemed wrong. It wasn't normal, and she hadn't been doing a damn thing to take advantage of what was probably going to be very limited nice weather. She wasn't dressed in a swim suit, but she had left the training fields that day and instead headed towards the beach. There was a towel under her arm, and she'd left her boots back in her dorm, and was going bare foot instead. Blonde and pink curls had been pulled up in a messy bun at the back of her head, poking out the back of a soldier cap with a mess of button pins decorating it. It was old, discolored, and fraying along the rim, but it was one of her favorites. All this sun darkening already tanned skin, but the gentle splash of freckles that spread along her cheeks and shoulders were even more pronounced. As she reached the beach and realized someone else was already taking advantage she considered turning on her heel and going right back the way she'd come, but she recognized the young man laying out in the sun, so instead made her quiet way across the sand until she could poke him in the ribs with a toe.
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 7:27 pm
Roland shifted on the ground as the toes poked his side. He shifted to one side turning his back to Peyton grumbling softly, almost more like a whine. "I did my rounds already and I told you I need a solar panel for the generator I'm on break go awwwaaaay."
So far he had been stopped twice on his way to relax and take a break so Peyton being the third was just a rainy cloud on his otherwise Sunny Break. He eventually looked back over his shoulder to confirm whoever it was bothering him was gone and instead found Peyton.
"Peyton? Oh I um, sorry I was uh, I was on my break and a lot of people keep bothering me I didn't mean to be rude or anything!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 9:23 pm
Blonde brows shot up at the whined request for her to go away, and she pursed her lips as she seriously considered kicking him. When he turned back around to look up at her he'd be met with a glower from the short teen, thin arms raising to cross over her chest, towel tucked under one arm. "Excuse you?" Rude. The apology earned him a roll of her eyes, but it did keep her from kicking him. Instead she turned away from him and proceeded to lay her towel out about a foot away from his own. "You meant to be rude," she corrected him, tone flat. Once she'd situated herself on her towel she folded her arms under her head, turning it to the side so she could look at him. After a second or two she smiled. "Just not to me."
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 6:23 pm
Peyton was of course, Peyton so his response got him nothing but an eyeroll and un known to him a chance not to be kicked. She seemed to be handling the sun just as well as he was, where those freckles even? He squirmed back onto his back stretching out proper again.
"Maybe. A little," he paused, "Yes."
Looking over he grinned back, "No, definitely not to you. Lot of people on this island but you're one of the ones right now more then welcome to hang out at the beach with me." He looked back to the sky, "Way better then a life guy showing up to ask why I wasn't working on project-number-who-knows-what."
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 6:40 pm
His denial earned him a pointed stare that segwayed brilliantly into a knowing grin by the time he' admitted his intended rudeness. She didn't know him very well yet, but Peyton enjoyed Ro's company. Despite the fact that their shared company up to that point had been almost exclusively done on the training field. "Good to know. I probably would have stayed anyways just to be contrite, but it's nice to know my company is acceptable." She was teasing him, it was obvious in her tone. "No one from the Life division has tried to bug me for help yet, but maybe that's cause I'm not in Myst." She had her own duties, they mostly included increased patrolling.
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 7:26 pm
Roland only grinned back at Peyton, it was nice to relax around her instead of wondering when, where, and how she might punch him during a spar.
"I wouldn't expect it any other way from a spit fire like you Peyton." He stuck his tongue out again and stretched in the sand relaxing more as she took up what ever spot she intended to claim her own.
"Mist means we get bugged for just about anything. We fill in where a hole needs filling ya know? I've done patrols, I've done Life work, really I like the sun stuff a little better sometimes. Bit more adventures?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 4:31 pm
Rolands cheek was rewarded with a handful of sand tossed in his general direction. She didn't bother aiming, not worth it. She also didn't bother turning her head or otherwise acknowledging him when she answered, in a low, overly tough voice. "I do what I want." She did glance his way as he got into explaining what role Mist played in Deus, pale brows lifting. "That's pretty neat, I mean if that works for you." It was hard to imagine being in any other division. Except for maybe moon, but she was really more offensive then defensive. "Not sure I would be any good at Life or Death hings though."
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 10:07 pm
Peytons sand toss was rewarded with more sand, tossed back at her this time, also not aimed, most of it missed but you know, mutually assured sand fights where apparently in order if one started it. "So street, Peyton is a wild girl who follows no laws." He chuckled a bit relaxing again.
"It's neat, really it is, but it's a lot of work. Any time I have a bad day I just... sorta lose myself in it. Plenty to keep you distracted but it wares you down a lot if you do it too long." He rubbed at his eye feeling the strain of being awake too long, too many cups of coffee and not enough rest.
"Death is a bit weird, I've never done there stuff. Mostly sneaking and recon? Info gathering I guess."
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 7:11 am
A hand came up to blindly swat at the tossed sand. "Damn straight." "Sounds like a lot of work," she agreed quietly. There was hard work attached to every division, but the flavor of work certainly varied. With Sun's it was a lot of training, a lot of patrols. It didn't feel like work, but it was still important. "Infiltration and recon, yeah. I've got a friend in Death." Pale lips pursed as she thought back to Taym and anything else he might have mentioned about his division. DIANA came to mind, but that was his brain child, and she didn't know who else knew about it, or was supposed to know about it. "Information gathering is them too, I'm pretty sure." Seemed legit.
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Posted: Thu Oct 17, 2013 9:00 pm
"Just remember not to break all the rules? I'd hate to see you getting in like serious weapon locking trouble or something okay?"
Squirming in the sand he made his little nest of sand a bit deeper and more comfortable as he lazied away. "Yeaaaah, but it's never the same thing, and never really boring right? Walking maybe the same patrol, or doing the same testing over and over.... I can change it up day to day... oooor be forced into something I don't want to do but haven't a choice because I was told too."
He thought about it for a moment, "I only know Kat, I don't know too many Death folks. "They scout, they do intel, all the stuff." He rolled over a bit looking at Peyton. "And you hit things."Beejoux Tag! Wow so tag. Look at tag. Best tag. Wow.
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