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 Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2015 9:24 am
[ So Im late with this.... ] 9:20am
Mercy rolls out of bed, shivering. Being down in the basement was just sooo uncool and grimy and disgusting and...Mercedes....DO complain less and go shower please. "Draex DO shut up and let me wake up fully..." Shes never going to get used to her weapon being something more than just a weapon.
10:00am
Breakfast was nothing to write home about [ not that she really would write home but...]
10:30am
Mercy was now sparring till she decided she wanted to face the music and go duty hunting. Lord knows she doesnt want to clean the toilets again...That was just too much, especially the things she saw while cleaning the basement bathroom. Ugh!
11:10am
Another shower and a possible nap was in order. They were allowed to take those right? Hunters are somewhat super human, but they have to have sleep every now and then, since they were still human after all. Sparring has made her sleepy anyway.
12:00pm
So she ended up going on bathroom duty again and she hated it. Why couldnt they hire brainwashed maids or something, since that would be much better than her half cleaning the bathrooms she waked into. Currently, she was looking for some one to tackle the mens bathrooms since she didnt want to encounter and accidental p***s in there. Ewwww....Accidental p***s....
1:00pm
Wandering the grounds once more, Mercy decided to kick some rocks after cleaning the bathrooms, since she wanted to see if there was any seashells on the beack still. She was also curious as to how on Earth this island could survive in the bermuda triangle since this part of the world was soemthing no one has managed to see before.Quote: Mercy is a 5'3 lil pepper with a lot of swagger and leggings <3 Journal is herePicture: Bing!
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2015 11:01 am
1:12 pm
Dawson happened to have beach patrol, a job he sometimes grew antsy about. He might have dove a lot, but that didn't mean he liked the ocean; most especial after what he had seen down there...
He was humming to himself when he came across someone kicking seashells around his path. "Heyo!" he called out as he approached. "Watch yer step--sometimes weird stuff drifts in from the ocean. Ya never know whatcha might plant yer foot on."
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: Fri Oct 30, 2015 3:18 pm
1:12 pm
She jumped, pausing mid kick to turn around in the direction of the voice. Her eyes narrowed while looking, spotting some one big not too far from her. Watch her step? What could happen on a beach?
"Why? Is Jaws gonna come and snatch me?" She laughed, squatting and grabbing a stick, poking at a small baby crab.
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2015 11:42 pm
1:12 pm
Dawson, who had raised his arms in defense, winced through a smile. "More like Jaws' bigger brother," he replied. "I seen him before, y'know. Huge thing, least a bus length, lotsa teeth. Critters here ain't normal. You notice you never hear birds? S'cause nothin' roosts here." It was something he missed, along with the sounds of passing cars and having a window.
Seeing her disturb a crab, Dawson was quick to try and nudge it away; just because it didn't look mutated didn't mean it wasn't affected being near the island. Call him antsy.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2015 4:46 pm
1:13pmMercy's eyebrow raised at that. "So you mean to tell me that there is a huge mutated shark out in the waters and no one has done anything about it?" She did notice that there wasn't any birds chirping which didn't affect her too much, but the lack of background noises was starting to get to her.
A pout formed on her face when the crab scuttled away from her probing stick. Great, now she was going to be bored again...She looked to the burly man before her, sighing and smiling. "Well, since you took away my source of entertainment...Name's Mercy, what's yours?" She was getting tired of having to look up at people though...
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 8:31 am
1:13 pm
"Oh, honey, we got more important things t'do than worry about big sharks. 'Sides, you get rid've one, another's gonna pop up 'ventually anyway, s'just wildlife way. Anyway, uh."
He held his hand out. "Dawson Grace, Moon," he said with a smile back. "Didn' mean t'bother ya, you was just on the way through beach patrol. M'guessin' yer new?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 9:13 am
1:13 pmOh she liked this guy! First non douche since Willson and Rhys! That and he had an interesting accent to boot! "Ahhh so theyre like over populating aliens then? Maybe theyre infected with fear? Nice to meet you Dawson! And yeah Im new. So far this experience has sucked for me. The person that I woke up to was a douche bag...And you werent bothering me at all...Im quite bored."
She didnt understand what was with people on this island...
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 9:00 am
1:13 pm
Dawson nodded and replied, "Somethin' like that. Real shame about the sharks, though, I like 'em even if theyr'e a bit on the frenzy here." If the shark-themed trucker hat didn't tip her off...
"Ah yeah, hah...There's some real characters on here. We ain't all so bad, promise." He glanced at her coat, "Least you a Sun! Yer leader's kinda kooky, but at least he's nice, so ya lucked out. You met him yet?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 4:25 pm
11:14am
She did notice the shark-themed trucker hat and raised an eyebrow. Maybe he was one of those guys that watched shark week? If so then maybe she could be the one to ask him all the questions?!
"You swear? Cause Im tired of being so bitchy all the time cause some one else is having a bad day or whatever." She blinked for a second, following his gaze. "Oh yes I am a sun hunter! Prime cannon fodder here apparently. I ahvent met our leader no....What's he like?"
Yes, Dawson was nice...Perhaps she can make a new friend?!
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 8:45 am
1:14 pm
He chuckled. "Promise. But yeah, I don' know him personally r' nothin', I just hear he's a real cheerful anime nut. Don' think about the cannon fodder part, though, we all gotta go on the frontline sometime. Hell," he pat his coat, "I'ma Moon, m'gonna hafta be up there with ya. Least ya came when it's chill out here." Others hadn't been so lucky.
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2015 8:58 am
1:14pm
Anime nut huh? She'll have to meet him at some point. She wasnt heavily in to anime but she dtill wanted to meet her own division leader. "That is true...Whats the name of your weapon? Mine is Draex the destroyer. Also known as the destroyer of holes. Even if he hates it." Mecedes! Stop using that inssufferable name! I refuse jack damn it!
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 10:51 am
"Destroyer a'holes, huh?" Dawson grinned, skipping the dirty joke. "Sounds like a nasty dude."
He slipped a hand under his shirt collar and produces a necklace of various fangs. "This's Syntyche, but I jus' call her Syn. She's a chimera shield. Likes t'tell me t'hunt s**t."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 11:32 am
Oh! She could've shown him where she keeps Drae, not as cool as a necklace of fangs but..."Oh look!" She lifeted her s**t just a bit to show him her navel. "Drae is a pretty a** belly button ring...Although I would take a necklace of fangs anyday!" She lowered her shirt and squinted. "Can I touch the fangs?" Necklace was just too bad a**.
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