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 Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 11:20 pm
8:35 am - basements
Snoring. A lot of snoring. He forgot to lock his door the night before as he had been in something of a drunken stupor, which he might or might not remember after glancing at the beer cans surrounding what constituted his bed. (Blankets, blankets, more blankets, and a ratty spring mattress.)
9:45 am - basements
Still snoring.
11:11am - lab wreckage
While helping some fellow Moons clear out the rubble, he happened to check the time and paused. Bending his head and closing his eyes, Dawson began to make a wish.
3:23 pm - pod room
Thank God it hadn't been touched during the catastrophe. But also, what a boring duty to get. He leaned back in his chair and continued to idly carve the piece of drift wood he'd gotten during his beach scavenge, letting his hands mold what his mind couldn't put an image to yet.
4:15pm - women's bathroom
Naturally, when he thought he would get to leave work a little earlier than usual, something happened. A friend called asking him to pick up a quick job for her since she was out (probably canoodling again, knowing Francine), and so there he was, kneeling on the ground, checking out one sink's plumbing once again. Dawson didn't mind the work, really, and it did make for good practice as this was a simple fix up compared to most of his other jobs these days, but still, he'd been looking forward to some free time.
To pass the time, he put on some Pearl Jam while his iPod still had juice. Damn thing was acting up again, and he couldn't tell if it was the runic job or what.
5:47 pm - training fields
Being a meatshield was tough, even with a literal shield on hand. He waved his previous sparring partner a goodbye but didn't quite head off just yet. He eyed one of the training dummies instead, hefted his weapon, and then gave it a whack.
And then immediately regretted it as pain shot up his arm.
"s**t s**t s**t sheeeeeeeeyit," he muttered as he rolled his shoulder and winced. Maybe he had done a little too much today...
12:50am-2:12am - overlooking beach
The thing about having a basement dorm was that no matter how much he might try to dress it up like a regular room, it was still depressing as hell to go back to, and frankly he'd had enough of that lately without sitting in the doom and gloom down there. So he took his two beer cans (several from of quite a few packs he had traded for doing some work for a couple of people in lieu of most portals being down) and wandered over to the bluffs overlooking the beach. Sometimes it was dangerous due to the titans occasionally popping up, but tonight it was clear and actually cooler in temperature.
Taking a seat, he absentmindedly alternated between sipping, checking his phone, and looking out over the water.
Quote: name: dawson grace journal: xxxdivision: moon rank: intermediate trainee age: 21 appearance: tubby golden retriever; 5'10" and freckled and hairy; dimpled smiles; lots of plaid and always trucker style hats
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2015 2:08 pm
5:47 om - training fields"Daws, you okay, darlin?" Gretchen stopped a few feet from the big guy, hands cupping her own elbows as she watched him curse and roll out his shoulder.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 8:37 am
5:47 - training fields
"Huh? Oh, Gretch, hey." He winced through a smile as he rubbed his shoulder. "Think I overdid it past few days, tha's all. Ahhh, sunovabitch..." Did heat packs go on those, or did ice packs? Either way it was going to be a pain until Syn fixed him up. He still wasn't used to the whole healing factor to be honest.
"You lookin' fer a meatshield?" he asked hopefully, like he wasn't in pain.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 3:02 pm
5:47 - training fields"Naw, I was just lookin' to get a bit of trainin' in." She grinned crookedly as she wandered closer to him. "Probably shouldn't be volunteerin' your services for that, givin' that look of pain on your face, darlin." It was gently chastising. The sort of tone that was concerned, but easily disregarded, because truly, he was an adult and could make his own choices.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 8:51 pm
10:50AM - Life Building
On her way to the Infirmary to clock in, Abbi spots it. A bear.
Always a bit on the cooler side of things, the teen is glad she has donned her rabbit eared hoodie for the day, even if she'll have to take it off once she starts working. With a quick flip up of the hood, she is ready and begins to stalk her prey, moving closer and closer. She has the perfect advantage... For a sneak attack.
"ITS A KILLAH RABBIT RAWRAH!" She squeals and launches herself at Dawson's back, hoping he hasn't caught her in his periphery as he too makes his way toward the building. Thankfully he isn't so tall that hopping up to wrap her arms around his neck is actually manageable.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 10:48 pm
12:50am-2:12am - overlooking beach They'd had similar ideas, it seemed. Kostya approached the bluffs armed a blanket, a bottle, a shot glass, and sad leftovers, in the sorriest excuse for a midnight picnic he'd ever seen. It was in his bag slung over his shoulder, the glass clinking together quietly as he walked. "Hello," he murmured, holding up his crank lantern. This wasn't his usual spot, not quite, but it was close. "Company?" he asked, with no small amount of trepidation. Quote: Kostya is 5'7", in Death division, and extremely Russian. He has grey-blue eyes, short brown hair, and right now? An unfortunate beard of sadness. He looks exhausted. The most notable thing about his appearance is his left arm, or should I say, the lack of it. It's missing from the elbow up, and he keeps it covered with his coat, pinned up to keep the sleeve out of the way. He's not very expressive at all, face schooled into something neutral, although it slips more now than it used to. referencejournal
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2015 10:56 pm
11:11am - lab wreckage"It is a testament to how much I care, that I am not depantsing you right now." Maebe's voice piped up at him, as she stared at him with his eyes closed. "You're just leaving yourself wide open, and really, how could I resist?" When he opened his eyes, she'd have managed to tiptoe her way through the carnage of rubble to stand in front of him, her arms folded and her expression mixing evenly between sarcasm and affection. "Right in the middle of all of this, too, closing your eyes, and somehow I haven't pulled a prank on you. I must really care about you, or something." Her hair was tied up tightly in a bun, and her coat and hands were dusty with the look of actual work, but it was difficult to actually picture Maebe doing manual labor, so she wouldn't have been offended if anyone thought she'd just dirtied herself to look like she was helping. In fact, that would have been a good idea. She regretted not thinking of it sooner.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 10:05 am
5:47 pm - training fields
Dawson sighed. "Yeah. Just thought I'd offer." Always willing to tear himself apart or get the s**t kicked out of him for someone else's benefit. "I mean, I could hold my shield in my other arm n'...Naw, Syn's givin' me lip now too, nevermind."
Pulling his cap off, he began to fan himself with it. "Watcha been up to, girl? Seems like it's been a bit."
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10:50 am - life building
Bear hood from the mall mission to make himself feel better? A+. Not being able to hear someone coming up behind him because the hood and his hair sort of muffled everything? D-.
Someone tackle cuddling from behind, though? A+++++.
"AWWW NOOOOO!" Dawson wailed as he grabbed the arms around his neck and careened ever so accidentally into the wall, cushioning it with his shoulder. "HEYELP! SHE GONNA GET ME!"
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12:50 am - 2:12am - overlooking the beach
Dawson took his time dropping gaze to the Russian, eyes already having turned a little red. He sniffled. "Yeah, go ahead," he muttered, thankfully just toasty enough to override most of his own awkwardness--which was the point of these excursions, he figured, to one day just clear everything out with enough alcohol to drop a frat house.
Clearing didn't mean fixing, though. It didn't sort out his feelings at any rate, though the bottle kept calling like it could if it got just one more chance.
"What y'got on ya?"
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11:11 am - lab wreckage
He smiled but didn't open his eyes for another handful of seconds. Wishes were serious business.
"You gotta like me a lot," Dawson agreed with a chuckle as he finally opened his eyes. "A lot a lot. Comin' down t'get yer hands dirty today, huh?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 2:08 pm
5:47 pm - training fields"Syn's a very good partner," she mused pleasantly, smiling sweetly up at him. Her own was unkind, chastising, cruel. Even now Gretchen could hear the irritating hiss that came from thinking critically of the naga. "Workin' mostly, and trainin'. Been spendin' a lot of time of Isaac." She'd found herself wrapped up in things, not realized how little she was actually seeing her friends. It was time to fix that, to reconnect with the island and those in it. especially those she considered friends. "How bads that arm? I can walk with ya to the infirmary."
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 5:06 pm
1:00 AM – Overlooking the Beach
Sin also arrived at the balconey overlooking the beach. It seemed as if he weren't the only person who took to these sights at the midnight hours. A Russian and a dark haired male he hadn't seen before.
"Yo." Sin had no hesitation on coming up behind them. He had no intention of intruding on their picnic, but it seemed there was little privacy on these areas overlooking the beach. If he was there, he might as well give them warning. "Just gonna be out here for a few minutes." He gave them an apologetic grin, hoping they wouldn't mind his presence?
He inhaled the night air deeply, missing the feeling of the ocean and water that once surrounded him. With the entrance of the titans, this simple pleasure was taken from both him and his weapon. 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 8:48 pm
11:12 am - lab wreckage There was something about the way he said a lot that made her head duck, and she let out an exasperated sigh to hide the blush burning against her cheeks. "Yeah, well, don't get used to it. If I don't show up to work at least once in a while, they'll declare me deceased and stop sending the paychecks. Besides, when would I ever turn away a chance to see your sweet face?" She reached up and pinched one of his cheeks, then backed away from the little circle of intimacy her proximity had created. She brushed her hands off on her coat, as if the words 'get your hands dirty' had somehow dirtied them on their own. Then she picked up a piece of rubble, between two fingers, and carried it over to the refuse pile. "How's the lantern project going down in the basement?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 9:44 am
5:47 pm - training fields
"Remind me who that is now," Dawson said, waving off the offer to hit the infirmary. He liked avoiding that place when he could, thanks, he saw it plenty just visiting people if not for work. That and, well, he'd be a p***y for showing up with a sprained shoulder or whatever.
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11:12 am - lab wreckage
He grinned and patiently let her do as she would, pleased regardless of what Maebe said. At least she was out and about.
"It goes slow," Dawson replied as he offered her his half-full water bottle for such hard work. "S'a side project now really, what with errythin' goin' on these days. How goes digestin' all that specialization stuff?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 2:31 pm
5:47 pm - training fieldsShe chuckled, scratching at her cheek before tucking her hands into her back pockets. "Tall guy. Long auburn hair 'n a nice beard." A small pause, then she grinned. "Looks kinda like a viking." Her head tilted towards him. "How about you, what've you been up to?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 10:04 pm
11:13 am - lab wreckageMaebe took the bottle in both hands, and took a sip. "Ugh, don't remind me." Half of the reason she was out there doing disaster control had been to get her mind off of the specialization waiting for her to inherit. "It's. Like. A ton of work on that thing. And I know that it's important, and it's not even boring, it's just.." She hesitated to admit that deep down, Maebe wasn't used to being in charge of anything, let alone the safety of other people. She was being overwhelmed at the mere idea of it.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 9:26 pm
10:50AM - Life Building
A squeak left Abbi as he took her bait and played it up even more, which caused her to resort to giggling quite a bit. That is, until the wall came into play. Something more like an "oof" left her as she collided with it, half because it was an automatic reaction to hitting something so sturdy and half because she was slight enough that it did hurt... A little.
"Already gotcha, ya big lug." Abbi chuckled out in a wheezy noise, flailing as best she could in his grasp.
"Whatcha up so bright eyed and bushy tailed for?" She asked, rubbing her head against his hood because it was very soft and a bit of a way to show her own affection. It had been a while since she'd seen Dawson, and she hoped he hadn't soured on her.
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