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 Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 3:05 pm
4:15 AM: Ever, at his workstation in the Life building, looks up from the same ******** page he's been trying to decode for months and realizes that not only has he missed dinner, but the sun is about to come up. With a sigh, he hauls himself to bed. 6:00 AM: Birdsong wakes him. Ever squints toward the window in his room, squints toward the time, rolls over and passes out again. 7:30 AM: A noise in the hall jerks him fully awake. Ever sits for a moment, blinking blearily at the Iron Maiden standing in the corner of his room, and then opts to sleep. Again. 9:15 AM: There's no way he can fall back to sleep, so Ever gives up, this time, hauling himself out of bed and into fresh clothes, at least. But he ignores the shower. He has a vision of a solution to the problem. He starts the slow trek over to Life labs. 10:30 AM: No solution after all and, with only four-ish hours of sleep under his belt, Ever has fallen asleep on his keyboard, leaving marks on one cheek and the letter "g" typed about a thousand times into his open text document. 11:45 AM: Smoke break out back of the Life building. 1:10 PM: Smoke & bathroom break in dorms. 2:00 PM: Smoke break on the edge of the training fields. 6:00 PM: At the Cafeteria, interaction with Rhys. 8:00 PM: Smoke break overlooking the water. 10:15 PM: Smoke break in front of Life building. Quote:  Ever Ambrodiel, Life Intermediate Trainee. Ever's a beanstalk: six feet tall and extremely underweight, he looks like he'd break under a stiff wind. This is partially covered by the multi-layered style he's adopted, mostly worn-thin clothing rescued from thrift stores or the salvation army, heavy pants tucked into clunky boots. His hair is soft, fine, and extremely fair; his eyes are narrow, laughing, and very dark. His nose is a couple sizes too big with a bend in the bridge where it was broken, at some point, and never properly set. These days, he has a somewhat unnatural pallor, like he's barely seen sunlight in about six months -- because he hasn't. [quote][imgleft]http://i.imgur.com/qOiNdwU.png[/imgleft]
[url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24355669]Ever Ambrodiel[/url], Life Intermediate Trainee.
Ever's a beanstalk: six feet tall and extremely underweight, he looks like he'd break under a stiff wind. This is partially covered by the multi-layered style he's adopted, mostly worn-thin clothing rescued from thrift stores or the salvation army, heavy pants tucked into clunky boots. His hair is soft, fine, and extremely fair; his eyes are narrow, laughing, and very dark. His nose is a couple sizes too big with a bend in the bridge where it was broken, at some point, and never properly set. These days, he has a somewhat unnatural pallor, like he's barely seen sunlight in about six months -- because he hasn't.[/quote]
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 3:25 pm
10:32 - Life buildingGretchen had been running an errand. Still a trainee, go-for work wasn't unusual for the girl. It had been a little unexpected at first, but this far into her career as a hunter she was getting used to it. Today's objectives had been a cup of coffee from a very specific machine in one of the Life lab break rooms, as well as stack of files from the archives. It was on her way back that she saw him, laying there with his face on his keyboard. "S'cuse me," she ventured, wandering closer, hands full of file folders and coffee. "Hello, Excuse me?" She glanced at the screen, chuckling softly.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 5:58 pm
10:33 - Life building It took a couple tries to nudge Ever into wakefulness, but when he came to, it was with a jerk -- sitting up straight and drawing in a sudden, sharp breath. He looked around, wide-eyed, and finally settled into focus on Gretchen, trying to figure out where he was and who she was. "What? Huh?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 6:52 pm
10:34 - life labsThat was about the reaction Gretchen had been expecting. She smiled down at him, waiting patiently for his focus to sharpen and turn her way before wiggling fingers at him in a small wave. "Hi, Mornin'. You, ah. Fell asleep on your work, got a page full of G's now." She tipped her head at the screen. "Few pages, I reckon." The smile grew a little wider, and she held out the coffee for him. "This could maybe do you some good. I can get another."
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 9:12 am
9:20 am
It's hard to say when she popped up, but there she was: not quite perky but at least a little more awake than her target.
"Hello, Mr. Ever."
The last and only time they had met before, Stormy had given him a haircut. This time she was the one sporting a new 'do, her curly hair short and brushed over an eye, swirls shaved in an undercut at the back of her neck. She quietly followed just a little behind him, not to pester but to remember human contact, to cut the silences a little shorter.
"Early start?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 12:10 pm
9:21 am -- life labs She wasn't the only one with a change in look: Ever's hair was long enough, now, that it was pulled back into a ragged little paintbrush ponytail at the back of his head, the underside shaved [mostly hidden] against the heat of a pounding Bermuda sun. Stormy could get a long look before he blinked into focus, before he realized she was talking to him -- His head tipped around to peer down at her, and it seemed clear Ever was coming out of some deep fog. "...um. What? Sorry." He scraped a couple strands of hair back out of his face, and offered her a smile in an attempt to make up for it.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 8:47 am
9:21am - life labs
She nodded to herself as if he had confirmed something.
"Water," she advised, pulling out one of those palm-sized ones from her pocket to offer. Perhaps it was sacrilegious to Ever's division in particular. "Better than coffee in the long run. We dehydrate fast enough in this weather, even if it's cooler now."
Stormy then tilted her head at him, as if considering another haircut.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 6:35 pm
9:22am - life labs"Oh." He took the water in an automatic way, and took an obedient sip, and that was all Zeke's doing. Ever was used to being handed things to eat or drink, told -- no, ordered -- to have at, and this was hardly any different. Only after he'd drained about half the thing did he come to himself enough to realize what was going on. "Uh. Thanks. Lost in thought, I guess..." And he peered back down at her, his head cocked the other way, just a hair suspiciously.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 9:09 am
9:22 am - life labs
She didn't smile, but she did seem pleased.
"Easy when it winds and weaves," Stormy agreed. "Make sure you keep a compass. And water. And maybe shorter bangs." It was an offer.
And then, rather abruptly: "Any spare cigarettes?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 3:11 pm
10:15 pm - outside life labsIt was almost alarming how easy it was to creep up on the other man as of late. He'd wait, quietly, until Ever had inhaled from the glowing cigarette between his lips, before casually reaching out to pluck it away from him. Taking a long drag as he leaned his shoulder up against the wall, companionably close. Dressed in scrubs, the Mist was either on break himself, just heading into work, or just getting out. If half lidded state of tired eyes were any indicator, it was likely the latter.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 5:15 pm
8:05 PM - smoking break overlooking the water
Sin stepped out into the same area as Ever, the life trainee did. Apparently he was interested in the same thing, as he rummaged for a lighter to light his cigarette. "Ahh." He said as he noticed the life hunter. "Great place, isn't it?" Since it was outside, the air and breeze tinged with the scent of the ocean blew away the smoke and removed the smell of their clothes. Or at least, it didn't linger as long on their clothing.
Taking a drag of his cigarette, he admired the view of the ocean. OOC  Name: Sin Journal: HereFaction: Hunter Division: Sun Trainee Description: 6'2 fit, toned, male. Easy going, cheerful, and very much flirtatious. Always has a suspiciously bandaged eye, a vaguely dark feeling to his appearance (like a pirate, or somebody involved in darker aspect of life) that starkly contrasts with his bright personality.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 8:04 pm
9:23 am - life labsAt least that got him to behave like a proper gentleman. He pulled the pack out of his pocket [pall malls, cheap] and tipped it to tape one out for her, offered in an easy, familiar sort of gesture. When he was operating on instinct, it seemed, he was quick enough on the draw. It ever made him smile, the expression more comfortable and familiar on his face. "Does it look bad? I can't even remember the last time I paused in front of a mirror..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 9:01 pm
8:05 PM - smoking break overlooking the water "From up here anyway." Ever's tone was dry as he tapped off his cigarette, head half-turned to take in the unfamiliar man who approached -- and then more focused as he took a little double take. A longer look made him pause just a little, clearing his throat and adjusting how his coat sat on his shoulders. And a smile curved his lips, just a little, crookedly. "Not so great when you're down on the beach, I'd say." He pointed with the cigarette between his fingers, trailing smoke and ash. There, of course, was the spot where everything washed ashore. They couldn't see it, in this fading light. Probably for the best.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 5:29 pm
8:07 PM - smoking break overlooking the water
Sin pretended not to notice how Ever stared at him, well aware of how he looked. However, it was something he couldn't help. Any attempt to look innocent only made him more suspicious, so he embraced what he was.
A moment of silence passed after Ever's comment, as the sun hunter took a deep breath of his cigarette. He leaned against the balcony while his back faced Ever, the railing the only division from the ocean, to stare into the distance. "Seriously, what I wouldn't give to be down there." Sin's wistful look was hard to miss. The ocean was like his second home. No matter how serene or dangerous it was- Sin welcomed it all. "Without the titans of course." A rueful laugh followed, no, they were quite formidable. Still, to be restricted from the water hurt.
Moreso for his weapon, an undine though.
But to distract himself, he turned around to face Ever. This time, his back and his elbows rested against the balcony railings, and Sin gave him an amused smile. "Been smoking long?" Cigarettes were their common interest so far. "The name is Sin if you ever need a smoke, or a smoking buddy."
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 10:21 am
8:07 PM - smoking break overlooking the water Ever's nose wrinkled as he looked down at his own cigarette -- took another long pull, and then ditched it over the edge. It was mostly burned down, anyway. He blew smoke out one corner of his mouth and shrugged. "...it's worse here, I think." Which was a bit cryptic, so he chewed on further explanation. "I can't explain it. It used to be just when other people were smoking, but around here..." He shook his head a little, expression just a bit perplexed. Ever didn't say 'you know?' but there was something hopeful behind it, wishing that Sin would just get it. After a moment, he offered his hand. "Ever."
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