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| ONE: The New Recruits | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 24 2013, 06:48 PM (2,717 Views) | |
| PandaGirl | Nov 26 2013, 07:27 PM Post #16 |
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Abigail packed her things away into her trunk and stuck her head out the door to see what the rest of the soldiers where doing. She saw a dark skinned young man struggling to carry a large box from a pile at the back of a truck. She wondered if she should help out or keep to her plan of staying hidden and out of the way. Eventually she gave in and dashed over to assist in moving the boxes. They where easily as big as her, but she knew lifting them shouldn't be an issue, but being able to see just might be. Starting with the smaller boxes, Abby quickly moved the remaining boxes to the entrance of the shed, being careful to avoid eye contact. Hopefully this would help to prove her worth. |
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| Rob | Nov 26 2013, 07:35 PM Post #17 |
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"I'm sure I'd managed somehow," Rob snarked. He opened his mouth to continue speaking, then spotted the smaller red-haired woman. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and a smile almost managed to grace his face before he quickly squashed it. Someone helping? Without having to be asked? Rob was impressed. He didn't recognize the girl, so assumed she must be one of the newbs. He entered storage, placing his box with the others, and then as he headed back out to get the next, his shoulder brushed hers, "Thanks for the assist," he said, noticing her rank marks on her shoulder, "Private...?" |
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| Noodles | Nov 26 2013, 08:00 PM Post #18 |
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Emmanuel dumped the box with the rest of the supplies as gracefully as he could. He watched the red-haired girl maneuvered the boxes more skillfully than he did, but he only had admiration for her. Especially since she was incredibly cute. He leaned against the stack of boxes to eavesdrop, maybe impress the girl later by greeting her by her name. "She's a cutie, isn't she Gene?" he murmured, though he wasn't paying attention to see if the man was even listening. "And so is that Major Rob..." |
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| PandaGirl | Nov 26 2013, 08:04 PM Post #19 |
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Abigail moved quickly, but was careless and brushed shoulders with the Major while carrying a box as big as her. She moved the box out of her face and he addressed her. Abby replied to the Major's comment with a smile and a small nod. She put down her last box and headed to the quarters to grab her towel for a quick shower before lunch. She wondered what was planned for the afternoon and hoped she would get to fit in some spa-ing or some climbing. |
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| Rob | Nov 26 2013, 08:18 PM Post #20 |
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Damn, Rob thought, watching as the girl basically ran away from him. He couldn't decide if he'd said something wrong, or if she was just intimidated by his rank. He settled on the latter, as he moved the final box into storage and debated giving up on this socialization thing entirely. He spotted Emm-Private Cruz attempting to strike up a conversation with Gene, but was too far away to catch what they were saying. Rob sighed as he noted their easy postures, and felt a mild pang of jealousy. "That's the last box," he called out to them. "You're dismissed for Lunch." Without a word further or awaiting a reply, he turned on his heel, exiting storage. Part of him wanted to go back, and talk to them. Make friends. But he didn't. Instead, he ducked into the office, wondering if Alex had delivered her paperwork yet. The last thing he wanted was to go to Mess and eat alone with a big group of happy newbs chatting away around him. He could easily eat alone in his office, under the guise of paperwork. |
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| crapshoot | Nov 26 2013, 08:30 PM Post #21 |
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Gene approached the transports nervously at Major Oliver's command and started unloading the vehicles without a word, embarrassed at having being spotted. Giving his pathological fear of authority, the army was not the place for him. Don't over-think it, they've got better things to do than tell you off. They won't even notice you if you just stay in line. As a slight redhead moved over to unload the remaining cargo, Gene gave a quick smile at Emmanuel's remark. She'll fit into the army just perfectly, with her respect and initiative. Edited by crapshoot, Nov 26 2013, 08:31 PM.
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| Noodles | Nov 26 2013, 08:45 PM Post #22 |
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Emmanuel straightened his posture immediately when he heard Major Oliver's voice, more out of the risidual authoritativeness of his earlier commands than anything else. He relaxed into an easy position at the dismissal, though. He started to follow Major Oliver out, but stopped when he noticed the other man wasn't heading for the mess hall. He huffed as he disappeared into the offices. So much for getting to know the Major. He turned back to Gene and said, "Well Genie, I guess it's just you and me." He walked backward to the mess hall, beckoning Gene to come with him. |
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| crapshoot | Nov 26 2013, 09:07 PM Post #23 |
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Gene let out a big sigh of relief and a little chuckle as Major Oliver dismissed them for lunch. He lit up as Emmanuel addressed him instead of the major and followed him to the mess hall. |
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| Noodles | Nov 26 2013, 10:47 PM Post #24 |
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Emmanuel quickly moved through the lunch line quickly, wanting to take advantage of what little time there was left before they'd be put to work again. He navigated through the crowded tables with tray in hand and found a seat for him and Gene. "Don't say much, do ya?" he asked through a mouthful of sandwich. |
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| Rob | Nov 26 2013, 11:05 PM Post #25 |
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"Your hair smells like cheeseballs, I love cheeseballs!" came a voice from behind Emmanuel. Arms wiggled their way between Emmanuel and Gene, and a tall guy thudded down between them, squishing them both off to either side. The man grinned to each of them, pushed his big glasses up on his nose, and stabbed at the food on his tray maliciously with a fork. "Are you guys new? You look new!" He eyeballed Gene for a moment and then slapped the man on the back. "You remind me of a cat I once knew! I don't remember his name, but he got run over by a bus! It's that peculiar?" The man laughed, "I'm Westlake, by the way, Doctor Westlake! I'll be stabbing you with needles later. Doesn't that sound great?" |
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| Noodles | Nov 26 2013, 11:23 PM Post #26 |
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"Ch-cheeseballs?!" Emmanuel exclaimed. He brought one of his long tufts of hair to his nose and sniffed, but smelled like nothing more than dust and, faintly, of sweat. He frowned at the man who had pushed between him and Gene, but his frown changed to a disturbed grimace at the way he was mauling his lunch. "Yeah, I'm new, name's Emmanuel Cruz," he said. He eyed Westlake uneasily, but quickly slapped on a smile. He's probably joking, I can dig this guy. "I'm not sure about great. That would depend on the size of your 'needle.'" He winked at the doctor. |
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| Rob | Nov 26 2013, 11:37 PM Post #27 |
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"The bigger the better!" Westlake replied. He showed down a mouthful of his food and swallowed before continuing, "And pointy, too!" He grinned at Emmanuel, the wide grin of a lunatic. "But don't tell Rob I told you, he likes to keep things secretive, gives him an allure of mystery, right? Thinks he's all cool and fancy that way. I bet he didn't tell you what's happening after lunch, did he?" |
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| Noodles | Nov 26 2013, 11:45 PM Post #28 |
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Emmanuel's eyebrows drew together and his smile faltered. Pointy? Dios mio is this guy for real? However, at the mention of whatever comes after lunch, Westlake has his full, rapt attention. "No, no Rob didn't tell me. So, what happens after lunch?" |
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| Rob | Nov 27 2013, 12:01 AM Post #29 |
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"I can't tell you that! And ruin Rob's surprise? He'd be so disappointed in me!" Westlake's eyes shifted side to side, and he leaned in close, speaking in a hurried whisper, "No, seriously, don't let anyone know you're trying to find out, because if Rob knows you're cheating he will end you." Westlake pulled away and laughed, loud enough that he disturbed some of the others around them, and a soda can bounced off his head. "Your ass now belongs to my giant needles, Carver!" Westlake yelled at the offending can tosser. And then he clapped a hand on Emmanuel's shoulder. "I'm just kidding," then leaned in, "No, seriously, not kidding." Then wandered to the other side of the room, giving Emmanuel the 'i'm watching you' fingers, and mimed needle stabbing while he cackled. |
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| Noodles | Nov 27 2013, 12:19 AM Post #30 |
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Emmanuel huffed at the answer. Geez, what a tease. He kept himself rigid when Westlake leaned in, not wanting to give in. Cheating? So it's a game then? Well, he supposed that was something to go on. Anyway, a one-on-one punishment with Rob could be interesting. He chuckled along with Westlake good-naturedly, but laughed properly when the soda can hit the doctor. He covered his mouth with a hand to stifle the giggles. The giggles stopped completely when Westlake smacked his shoulder. He couldn't tell if he was kidding about destroying Carver's ass with his needles or about Rob destroying Emmanuel over the mysterious post-lunch event. He watched Westlake go before turning to Gene again. "Genie-boy, you've got to tell me what happens after lunch," he hissed. |
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