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 Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2016 8:07 pm
The day was hot and she briefly wondered why she didn't choose to stay inside like a normal sane person would. Either way, she was out here now ans she felt the need to at least try to run around the huge track...OR she could walk maybe? She wasn't lazy or anything like that, but it was just so hot. Sighs and huffs accompanied her through out her walk around the track. Maybe if she picked up the pace she could treat herself to an ice cream later? Did they even have something like that at the Hearth? Well there was only one way to find out. Mercy vowed that she would at least run around the track twice then see about that ice cream. It was quickly becoming her only salvation from this heat and the feeling of sweat. Ugh she was going to take a shower later and hop on the Xbox to play Borderlands or watch some FNAF playthroughs on YouTube...
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2016 8:30 pm
It was unbearably hot out, sure, but Caleb had just spent the last four months in Afghanistan, so this was a vacation for him, the light breeze from the lake cooling him off. He was had been running on the track doing laps for the past thirty minutes, on his fourteenth lap at three-and-a-half miles in that time. He was doing well, but had his mind on the goal: his lunch once he reaches five miles. He looked forward to that salad consisting of just kale and grilled chicken. No dressing. No flavor. Just nutrients. But maybe he'll reward himself with an apple on the side. He found another joining him on the track, a female face he had seen around before. She was walking along the track, so he slowed down to her pace, transitioning into a light jog. His body needed the rest, at any rate. He gave a silent head nod of acknowledgment to her. Speaking and introductions weren't exactly his forte. People weren't exactly his forte. Not sober, at least.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2016 8:44 pm
She wasn't aware that there was some one else on the track with her, so once again she was a bit startled by his presence. "O-Oh! Sup!?" She tilted her head to the side before narrowing her eyes slightly. "I've seen you around but I dont know your name?" She had to crane her neck to look up at him, sighing that once again she was the short one here. Why did everyone have to be so ******** tall?! "Are you a friend of Edward's? I swear you both have the same grumpy look on your face. You do know that causes wrinkles right?" Well maybe that was only true for women? Nah...If that's the case, Katrina would be full of wrinkles. Ugh...To think that woman birthed her was something otherworldly. "Sorry~ Name's Mercedes."
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2016 8:50 pm
He furrowed his brows. Wrinkles? Grumpy? His face looked even grumpier. "Caleb," he said flatly. Not grumpy. "I don't know who Edward is. I haven't really paid attention to anyone's names, honestly." Like a good reality television contestant, he wasn't here to make friends. He came here to prove himself the best to the god that has chosen him, Ares. He was still warming up to the idea that these other people may be his comrades, his fellow soldiers on the battlefield. Although he wasn't entirely sure there even was a battlefield to come, as of late. "What brought you here?" he paused, referring to the Prytaneum itself. "Or who brought you here, I guess I should ask."
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2016 8:57 pm
"Caleb? Nice to meet you. Well, doesn't matter, I'm sure you'll meet him eventually if you're in the dorm I think you're in." She picked up her pace from a walk to a light jog so she could get her blood pumping for whenever she decided to run. "Well, Ares brought me here." She couldn't even imagine ending up with any of the other gods...She was too temperamental for that. "Who brought you here? You don't look like you would fit into Hermes or Aphrodite..." She wasn't trying to insult because even if he seemed grumpy, he wasn't ugly, just a bit too...Rugged? Not the word she was looking for but it would do till she could think of something else.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2016 9:01 pm
"What? Am I not hot enough?" Caleb's face went flat. "What am I, too wrinkly?" It was a joke, but one might not be able to tell in his deadpan resting grump face. "I was brought here by Ares," he explained. He was a bit relieved that she was another Ares as well. He viewed that as most likely to be his brothers and sisters in arms. "Olivia recruited me in, picked me up in Afghanistan and I came straight here. I didn't even stop at home. What about you? What did you do before all this?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2016 9:24 pm
A grin pulled at her features and she laughed. So it seemed like Caleb just had resting b***h face so some male equivalent. She made an exasperated shocked face before replying. "What?! Heavens no! In fact you're quite the opposite. If I had to be honest, I don't think Aphrodite would be able to handle anything of the rugged handsome category." That last part was pure honesty. Rugged didn't belong in Aphrodite, she was sure dainty and feminine belonged there. Not that there was anything wrong with that of course. Her eyebrows went up a bit while she nodded in appreciation. "I figured you would belong in Ares~ Seems like almost everybody does." It was something that made her laugh. Apparently, if this was a race, Ares would be winning. "Afghanistan? You're military? Interesting." She stiffened a bit at his question but gave him the same answer she gave Edward, "He came to me through my target at the shooting range. It was pretty startling, but kinda funny. I had to stop for clothing and I don't really remember who picked me up to be honest."
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2016 9:34 pm
" Private military," he corrected. Former-military, but that was besides the point. Impersonating a military officer was wrong and if they didn't want him in their ranks, then he wouldn't pretend to be. "Various contract work, but I've been in Afghanistan for the past few months. Iraq, Spain, Turkey, South Korea. I've been around." "The shooting range, huh?" he asked, interested. "What do you carry? Are you military or cop? Or just an enthusiast?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2016 9:57 pm
"Private, like a merc or?" She had thought about becoming a mercenary at some point, but she wasnt sure if the pay would be consistent enough, "I carry a Beretta, 9mm. Simple, but I'm a good shot." Her contracts would be the proof if she told him what her actual job was. "I'm an assistant. Basically a pretty secretary for some government official. Its boring so I decided to take up target practice to keep me entertained. So I guess that makes me more of an enthusiast." Not really lying since sitting at a desk was her day job. "Do you have anything you like to do in your spare time? Or is it all business and no pleasure?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2016 10:11 pm
"Nice," he almost smiled with approval - almost. "I carry standard grade, the job hooks me up whatever toys I want." He was bragging a little, comfortable in the zone of conversation. "Technically a mercenary," he started. The word mercenary had a more sinister connotation to his actual job. He upheld a loyalty to his country and a personal set of ethics, but his own code may be considered less than ethical to the national military. After all, that's often why payers went to the private companies to begin with. "Spare time?" The concept confused him. "Other than this?" Any hours he had off from work, he was training. Hell, he was training now. "I go out, if that's what you mean." Hobbies were a foreign concept to him. "Why? Are there things that you...do?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2016 10:34 pm
Mercy tilted her head to the side, smiling at the hidden bragging.She wasn't knocking the mercenary profession, since she was considering it herself at one point. What had her the most curious was that it seemed like Caleb didnt have any hobbies to speak of, which made her pout slightly. "What do you do when you go out? I like to go drinking sometimes, Ill play video games, read, shop sometimes. I just bought a kawasaki not too long ago.~" So she was looking forward to going biking when she got the chance. "So working out is a hobby of yours? It would be nice, since I kind of need a work out buddy that knows some fitness tips. Dont want to loose my awesome figure" She laughed and looked around the track. Maybe she should start running or? "Feel like making a bet?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2016 11:03 pm
"I drink," he offered as an appeasement. "I watch football. Basketball." He shrugged as he tugged on the collar of his shirt, raising it to wipe some sweat off his forehead in the heat, flashing his abs for a moment in the process. "I guess working out is a hobby," he agreed. "Good to keep in shape." "A bet? A bet on what?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 7:42 pm
"Ah so you do have hobbies then." She made a small face, but decided that using your shirt to wipe your face is the second best thing you could do if you don't have a towel. She briefly looked at the small bit of abs before continuing; "A bet to see who is fastest. I need some motivation, and having a race will keep me distracted from all this damned heat while working out." She looked up and smiled while waiting for his answer. Who could resist the call of a challenge and some ice cream? She couldn't.
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Silent Spy rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 9:25 pm
Uh-oh. She just trigged Caleb's competitive side. He had already been running for the past half hour before she joined him on the track, so she likely had an advantage there, but he wasn't one to say no to any kind of challenge. Unfortunately, his competitive side also had a mean streak, and he had to resist the urge to shove her to the ground before speeding off. Instead, he'd play nice. Or nicer. "You're on," he grinned before bolting forward.
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Viva Viola rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Jul 24, 2016 9:44 pm
Had Caleb pushed Mercy to the ground, she would've tried to fight him before the race even started. However, since he didn't, the small woman narrowed her eyes before racing after him. "Hey you jack a**! I didn't even say go!" She bolted forward as well, trying to pick up the pace to catch up to him as quickly as she could. It would suck if she lost, but she was getting ice cream no matter if she lost or won. This was just for the fun of it, and it seemed like her losing was about to become a reality even as she almost caught up to Caleb while rounding a corner. She was going to be so sore after this. She hasn't run at top speed for at least a good two weeks or so since she spent most of her time scoping out the Caribbean before she had to focus on her target and prepare to carry out her orders.
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