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Seizure

Pthalo — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 21:44:20 GMT

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	* Bonnie "A few minutes is still a while, but at least you got it early..." She kneels down as well, clearing everything nearby away from them. "Just keep calm."		* Bonnie "A few minutes is still a while, but at least you got it early..." She kneels down as well, clearing everything nearby away from them. "Just keep calm."

-	* Amelie swallows, nodding. She feels Harvey relax and slouches over him again, stroking her fingers through his hair and murmuring quietly to him.~~[2010-04-16 19:18:01]~~ * Dr_Tailor waits a moment and gently moves the scout so he's lying a little more in the recovery position, making sure Amelie still had a hold of his head. He'd seen this happen a few times and it was still terrifying even to him. He nods to Bonnie's words. "You kept him from hurting himself?" He quietly asks	+	* Amelie swallows, nodding. She feels Harvey relax and slouches over him again, stroking her fingers through his hair and murmuring quietly to him.
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		+	* Dr_Tailor waits a moment and gently moves the scout so he's lying a little more in the recovery position, making sure Amelie still had a hold of his head. He'd seen this happen a few times and it was still terrifying even to him. He nods to Bonnie's words. "You kept him from hurting himself?" He quietly asks.
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	* Amelie nods, biting her lip. "I-I think so."		* Amelie nods, biting her lip. "I-I think so."

Bang! Welcome to Dustbowl!

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	* Chad quickly takes the sheet, the gun still aimed at the engineer. He opens the sheet, hoping to fine something useful, key sentry points perhaps, but instead he finds that it's just a bunch of lines that may resemble the base they are in, interlaced with red and blue marks. "What the heck is this!" He throws the paper back. "Some engineer you are, you can't even make a nice drawing!"		* Chad quickly takes the sheet, the gun still aimed at the engineer. He opens the sheet, hoping to fine something useful, key sentry points perhaps, but instead he finds that it's just a bunch of lines that may resemble the base they are in, interlaced with red and blue marks. "What the heck is this!" He throws the paper back. "Some engineer you are, you can't even make a nice drawing!"
	* Lloyd laughs inwardly, "I never said I could draw..." he mutters, looking up at him, "Look I don't have anything you want, and I'm here by myself, I didn't look for trouble, I just wanted to get used to the new base."		* Lloyd laughs inwardly, "I never said I could draw..." he mutters, looking up at him, "Look I don't have anything you want, and I'm here by myself, I didn't look for trouble, I just wanted to get used to the new base."
-	* Chad leans forward a little bit. This guy seems pretty sincere, judging from the look on his face. "Nah, there is no trouble here," Chad smirked a little bit, touching the tip of his gun against the engineer's temple, "no trouble at all..." he murmured before pulling the trigger. When the sound stopped echoing along the walls, he wiped the blood off of the now-dead engineer's shirt. "...don't~~...~~	+	* Chad leans forward a little bit. This guy seems pretty sincere, judging from the look on his face. "Nah, there is no trouble here," Chad smirked a little bit, touching the tip of his gun against the engineer's temple, "no trouble at all..." he murmured before pulling the trigger. When the sound stopped echoing along the walls, he wiped the blood off of the now-dead engineer's shirt. "...don't need no engies findin' places to put their goddamn sentries." He stood back up and felt a vibration in the air. "At least respawn works, now I don't feel like a COMPLETE jerk, haha!"
-	* Chad ...need no engies findin' places to put their goddamn sentries." He stood back up and felt a vibration in the air. "At least respawn works, now I don't feel like a COMPLETE jerk, haha!"	+

	'''Later, in BLU's Respawn'''		'''Later, in BLU's Respawn'''

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Seizure

Pthalo — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 21:17:38 GMT

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The following is an RP log between [[O'hannigan]], [[Amelie]], [[Bonnie]], and [[Zach]]

'''Initial Setting:''' RED base hallway

'''Timeline:''' After things go well for a while.

'''Comments:''' Harvey you have terrible timing.
* O`hannigan surprise hugs amelie (he is practicing his spy techniques too or something)

* Amelie is hugged!
* Amelie looks down. lol hairy scout arms.
* Amelie allo 'Arvey c:

* O`hannigan Damn those freckles are such a giveaway. and the gloves. and the cuddling.
* O`hannigan how was your day?

* Amelie Just fine~ c:
* Amelie spent most of today derping around trying to memorize the layout of the base and make her own map for it so that she can sneak better

* O`hannigan "Iiii~ didn't fix a damn thing today. But it doesn't matter, I'm not an engineer." he sees the draft map she has in the works. "Ooh, what's this?" he's in his oldtoo-curious-for- his-age mode

* Amelie "Oh, erm. Well." She makes a face. "I was trying to draw a map of ze base, because.. I don't really know my way around yet, and. Well, I kind of need to, to be a spy. :T"

* O`hannigan pauses thoughtfully, arms still around Amelie's waist. "You know I uh. I don't share it much since it's a little embarrassing, but I ...do have maps of my own." hi I'm the big protective boyfriend, I need a map to navigate a paper bag! Maybe this would make him feel a little less useless...

* Amelie's eyebrows raise and she smiles, pointing a finger at him. "Zat is right! I zink I 'ave seen you use zem before. I should 'ave just asked you for 'elp.~" She looks down at the paper, folding it up. "I am no good at zis at all.~"

* O`hannigan "YOU'RE no good? Amelie, let me see that map, please?" he slid around so he could face her, palm outstretched for her copy.

* Amelie shrugs, handing him the folded piece of paper. "Alright, but I don't zink it's accurate at all." She rolls her eyes, smiling.

* O`hannigan looks over the map. she had a number of rooms all drawn out in one go, by the looks of it. less measurements, more general placement. He pulled his own map out of his back pocket and started comparing. "No, no you've got the layout right. You should see the first one I drew, it's /terrible./"

* Amelie giggles, leaning on his shoulder. "Well, you've 'ad more practice zan I~"

* O`hannigan points to all the fiddly measurements on his. The whole map is rather careworn, different floors done in different colours. There were notes for each room with memorable objects in each. It was an odd setup. "Yeah but once you memorize a room, you know it, right? I had to do this thing the long way around, measure a room, add it in. Really slow." he'd never really talked to anyone about making this.

* Amelie nods and slips her arms around one of his, looking at the old map. It was obvious he'd put a lot of time and effort into it, and gotten back at least as much use. She'd seen him use it more than once, but she'd never really thought about it much-- his sense of direction was really so bad that he couldn't find his way around base? "You did a very good job," she said, giving him a smile. "I'm...
* Amelie ...sure it took a lot of work."

* O`hannigan breathes a little easier, perhaps in relief at sharing this stupid map with somebody. "I'm so used to hiding it away. I can't go around having people see how useless I am. Or, you know, mark something important on here and have a BLU find it. I'd be happy to let you use it, I have some stuff for blu on the other side that's probably helpful."

* Amelie "Ohh you are not useless." She flicks his nose. "But thank you, that will make this much easier.~" She stands on her tiptoes and gives him a kiss on the cheek, grinning. "Do not look so worried, mon cher.~"

* O`hannigan disregards that flick and instinctively slouches a bit so he can lean his cheek in for a kiss. "It's just what I do. A scout who can't find his room is probably a poor pick for finding intel. Nobody else has either though. Between the both of us with maps, who knows?" He kisses Amelie back too, just shy of her lips.

* Amelie nods. "We will figure it out.~" She slips her hand into his, leaning her head on his shoulder and letting out a slow, contented sigh. It was nice to have time to just be together when Harvey wasn't busy or sick or exhausted. "I love you.~"

* O`hannigan stands there quietly, just holding hands. He doesn't say anything back aside from a very unfocused little murmur.
* O`hannigan pretty much /always/ says he loves her back. Something isn't right.

* Amelie looks up at him, smiling a little, scratching at the scruff on his chin. "'Ere, maybe you can.." She paused, looking at him. His eyes had gone glassy. "'Arvey?"

* O`hannigan does not respond for several seconds, even acknowledging anything was going on around him. He slumps against Amelie heavily.

* Amelie staggers a bit but catches him, trying to hold him up. Her heart sank; something was terribly wrong. "H--Harvey--!?" She carefully lowered him to the floor, trying not to panick.

* O`hannigan tenses up, even before being lowered all the way to the floor. He starts shaking uncontrollably which makes Amelie's job of holding him under the arms so he doesn't fall rather difficult. He bumps against the tile flooring.

* Amelie freezes in shock. Oh god oh god oh /no/ what was she supposed to do? She closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath; she couldn't panic, that would do the opposite of help. But what could she do? She held his head in her lap, looking around frantically for someone-- /anyone/-- who might be passing by that could help.
* Amelie "Medic!? MEDIC!?" She didn't dare leave him, but she didn't know if there was anyone even within shouting distance. A lump formed in her throat; he needed help, /right now/, but she couldn't bring herself to get up and look for it. "MEDIC??" she cried again, her voice cracking.

* O`hannigan keeps seizing, his head leaned way back but thanks to Amelie, in no danger of hitting anything. The hallway was a pretty open space, her cries echoing surprisingly far.

* Amelie just sits there holding harvey, trying to keep calm. The feeling of helplessness was awful, but she wasn't sure there was anything even a medic could do. She leaned over harvey, stroking his hair.

* Dr_Tailor heard shouting from the medbay's waiting room, whom somebody had decided to leave cigarette butts ALL OVER. He perks up for a moment figuring out which direction that was, and realizes it's Amelie... this was beginning to form a pattern. He drops what he's doing, thankful he hadn't bothered taking off the medigun pack.

* O`hannigan hasn't stopped seizing. His heelsprings are making a little clack-clack-clack-clack but other than that no noise.

* Bonnie nearly drops her coffee mug in the kitchen, her eyes going wide when she hears a very familiar scream. "Oh...shit, is that Amelie?" She sets the mug down and hurries out of the kitchen, moving to track down her voice. Unfortunately, at that moment another person was going to inspect the noise--and she runs smack into him. "Ack!"

* Amelie holds him close, squeezing her eyes shut. <<Please please please let him be alright.>>

* Dr_Tailor WHUD- who in blazes - "Miss Kelly? No time, c'mon." He gets right back to running. "MEDIC HERE." This game of marco-polo was rather primitive but the shout wasn't far away.

* Bonnie "Er--right--" She shakes her head quickly to get her bearings and follows after him. "That's Amelie screaming. She sounds really panicked..."

* Dr_Tailor hurries past a supply room and finds who he's looking for - and it's Harvey again, on the ground. It doesn't take a professional to see what the problem is. "Oh bollocks."

* O`hannigan is scaring the fuck out of Amelie.

* Bonnie nearly skids past him, grabbing the doctor's shoulder to regain her balance. She looks into the room and swears under her breath. "Crivvens. Not again..."

* Dr_Tailor gets used momentarily as a braking device and takes a seat next to Amelie. "Keep holding his head, that's what he needs right now, hh." good lord he ran faster than he realized. "How long has he been like this?"

* Amelie is suddenly confronted by both Bonnie and the Doctor. She blinks at him a few times, quick to regain her composure. "Er-- a few minutes, I don't know. Not long."

* O`hannigan is already slowing, and finally stops moving. He lies still with Amelie still cradling his head, panting a little. He looked sick.

* Bonnie "A few minutes is still a while, but at least you got it early..." She kneels down as well, clearing everything nearby away from them. "Just keep calm."

* Amelie swallows, nodding. She feels Harvey relax and slouches over him again, stroking her fingers through his hair and murmuring quietly to him.[2010-04-16 19:18:01] * Dr_Tailor waits a moment and gently moves the scout so he's lying a little more in the recovery position, making sure Amelie still had a hold of his head. He'd seen this happen a few times and it was still terrifying even to him. He nods to Bonnie's words. "You kept him from hurting himself?" He quietly asks
* Amelie nods, biting her lip. "I-I think so."

* Bonnie kneels back down, frowning a bit at Harvey. "Doctor, have you dealt with a seizure patient before? I can help if you need me to."

* Dr_Tailor was in straightup maitenance mode. "I have, but I'd be better suited to prescribing something for it. We need to get him to the medbay... do you want me to fetch a stretcher while you watch him?"

* Amelie just sits there, stroking Harvey's hair. She's on edge, almost expecting something else to go wrong. If it wasn't one thing it was always another..

* Bonnie nods, sitting up on her knees. "Go on, I can take care of things here. The sooner we get him into the bay, the better."

* O`hannigan has not moved since the seizing subsided. He seems simply unconscious.

* Dr_Tailor "Will do." he's no scout but he isn't dallying either.

* O`hannigan shuffles a little.

* Amelie leans over Harvey, still holding his head still. "Sweets? Are you awake..? Ohhh..." She rubs his hair gently, afraid to move him.

* Bonnie kneads at her temple, muttering a little. "Amelie. Do you know what triggered the seizure? How was he acting before it started?"

* O`hannigan babbles stupidly.

* Amelie ignores Harvey and looks up at Bonnie. "We were just.. talking, it was. He wanted to show me his map, we were talking about it, and 'ee.. just. Stopped moving."

* Bonnie "Just...totally stopped? Stopped talking, stopped moving...everything?"

* O`hannigan "whymmI nnthflr." and why didn't that sound more like words

* Amelie nods,then kneels down over Harvey, speaking quietly to him. "Shhh, shh, cher. Hold still."

* Bonnie "Harvey, you had another seizure. Just...do as she says, hold still. We're bringing in a stretcher right now." She looks down the hall, narrowing her eyes to see if she can find what might have triggered the episode.

* O`hannigan very willingly obeys. He was far too dizzy to even want to try getting up. "Wheres up."

* Amelie is being unusually calm about this, despite the worried look on her face. She kisses Harvey on the forehead, whispering quietly to him to be still and not to worry, they'd gotten the doctor and he was going to be fine.

* Bonnie smiles slightly to Amelie. "You're handling this well. It'll be alright."

* O`hannigan "sorry amelly.." he was pretty slurred.

* Dr_Tailor can be heard around the next hallway. He comes back into view, stretcher in tow. "How is he?"

* O`hannigan had a hand to his head, he lets it flop to the floor in defeat. "Hesshere too huh. gohh..."

* Bonnie "Starting to speak, though the speech is slurred. Dizzy for sure. But he knows we're here..."

* Amelie strokes his hair again, placing her palm against his clammy forehead. "Shhh, shhhh." She nodded, looking at the doctor. "He's awake and 'ee seems to know what's going on, 'ee's just.. slurred."

* O`hannigan "I haff no fuckin clue where i am. again."

* Amelie "Shhh-shh it is alright," she murmurs, fidgeting. She looks up at Zach. "Docteur, can we please...?"

* Bonnie shifts around, ready to help move Harvey onto the stretcher.

* Dr_Tailor nods, having surveyed quickly and found no signs of injury on Harvey. the hallway was relatively uncluttered. "C'mon O'hannigan, we're going to get you on a stretcher and then to the medbay, alright?"

* O`hannigan flails a hand "nnnono, I just gotta. Can we go to the... jesus fuck im dizzy. I just wanna go to bed pleass." he gets his legs picked up by Zach mid sentence.

* Amelie holds Harvey's head and helps scoot him over to the stretcher. "It's alright, Harvey, we're going to get you somewhere quiet to sleep. Okay?" She took the hand that he'd been waving around and squeezed it.

* Dr_Tailor nods to Bonnie and starts moving Harvey. "Amelie is right. And someone medically trained needs to keep an eye on you for the next few hours."

* Bonnie helps to lift the scout as well, making quick work of the process. "There we go, easy now..." She nods back to the doctor. "Right. Medbay is the best place for a little while."

* O`hannigan tries to find Amelie's hand in all this moving. He could swear everything just tilted a good 180 degrees "Amel... sweetie where rr you."

* Amelie "Right here." She squeezes his hand with both of hers, hovering closeby as the other two carried the stretcher towards the medbay.

* O`hannigan holds on. He was exhausted. Oh god the stretcher bustling about was like being on a boat.

* Dr_Tailor GETS TO THE MEDBAY (it wasn't close, thank goodness she shouted so capably.)

* Bonnie leads the stretcher over to an empty cot, stepping carefully so as to not rock it too much. "Almost there."

* O`hannigan clings to Amelie's hand best he can the entire way. He was... so confused. He had friends helping him but he was so damn tired and out of sorts trying to look around just made his head spin.

* Amelie clutches his hand, shuffling along next to the stretcher, only letting go for a moment when they moved the stretcher away once Harvey was safely on a cot in the medbay. She hovered near his head, taking his hand again and murmuring quiet comforts to him.

* Dr_Tailor sighs. He could talk to Harvey now but knowing the last few times he'd seen this sort of thing it would be better to wait until he was more coherent. "I am going to stay in here while I file the paperwork, I think." he keeps his voice relatively quiet. "Miss Kelley, you made mention this has happened before?" of course it had, he'd read the files.

* Bonnie "More than once." She narrows her eyes a bit, moving to make sure a few things were in check. "They are few and far between...not the worst I've seen, but enough to be worrying. What's your opinion?"

* Amelie sits quietly next to Harvey while the others converse, not really listening to their conversation. She never lets go of his hand, always stroking his knuckles or his hair, gently touching him to let him know she was still there.

* O`hannigan can make out a lot of words but very little sense-making. Was he still moving? He had to be in the medbay by nowww.... and he's out.
* O`hannigan knew Amelie was right there, at least.

* Dr_Tailor gestures to Bonnie to step over to the side a little. "In my opinion he needs that headset looked at." He does not sound very thrilled towards that box device as a concept. And Who would be?

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Constantine

Robo-Craig — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 21:09:35 GMT

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	'''Age:''' 20<br>		'''Age:''' 20<br>
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	'''Build:''' Slim, runners build.<br>		'''Build:''' Slim, runners build.<br>
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-	'''Parents:''' Mum/Lewis(deceased) , Dad/ Horatio Lewis (deceased), adopted father/ Stewart Robins (alive) <br>	+	'''Parents:''' Mum/Lexus Lewis(deceased) , Dad/ Horatio Lewis (deceased), adopted father/ Stewart Robins (alive) <br>
	'''Siblings:''' None<br>		'''Siblings:''' None<br>
	'''Theme Song:''' [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfZ5-et1FEQ THIS! 8D] <br>		'''Theme Song:''' [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfZ5-et1FEQ THIS! 8D] <br>
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	-Has a very hard head, for headbutting.<br>		-Has a very hard head, for headbutting.<br>
	-Will have your back in a flash.<br>		-Will have your back in a flash.<br>
-	-~~Good~~ hand-eye coordination (all that sewing must be good for something, am I right?)<br>	+	-Excellent hand-eye coordination (all that sewing must be good for something, am I right?)<br>
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Million Dollar Secret

Pthalo — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 20:43:50 GMT

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An RP log between [[Lucas]] and [[O'hannigan]]

'''Initial Setting:''' 
RED base kitchen 
'''Timeline:'''
After [[Mister Fucking Cash]] 
'''Comments:''' Harvey is a terrible liar but an excellent ally. 
 

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* O`hannigan is probably still content on being with Amelie, except for being SHOVED ON WATCHDUTY. clark figured out hed been slacking off and got him back out there. sigh.

* Lucas is seemingly aimlessly walking around base, looking for Harvey. He hasn't seen him in a while, which is strange and leads Lucas to believe that Harvey is avoiding him, and with good reason.
He has absolutely no idea what he said that night when he decided to get mind-numbingly drunk, but he knew it had had something to do with how and why he got into RED... But how much of the beans had been spilled? He needed to know.

* O`hannigan thought he saw Lucas pass by one of the doorways earlier but being bundled up in blankets for the evening watch (at least the snipers liked him for doing this) he was kind of hard to spot.

* Lucas catches some movement out of the corner of his eye and spots a figure-well, a pile of blankets keeping watch. Lucas figures that only one person really takes watch duty seriously. "Harvey? That you?"

* O`hannigan flinches a bit before cluing in it's someone he knows. "Uhh. I take it you aren't here to actually work, right?" They were a long ways up on the base, the little balcony that
accessed the crane lift overlooked even the sniper deck. "Yeah it's me. Been searching long?"

* Lucas comes into the room, letting out a small sigh of relief. "Yeah, I've been looking for /days/, man. Have you been, uhh. Have you been avoiding me?"

* O`hannigan bites his lip, having clearly been caught. "Uh- no. er. Well... yeah, kind of. You erh..." he tugs at his shirtcollar in a way that if he were aware of how cartoonish it looked, he would probably stop immediately.
"You kind of said some things I don't think you meant to."

* Lucas sighs, and runs his hand over his face. "That's what I was afraid of..." he makes his way over to Harvey and crouches down to his level, lowering his voice so the microphones can't pick it up.
"What- what /exactly/ did I tell you?"

* O`hannigan gulps awkwardly with the realization he's now keeping yet more secrets on behalf of others and he is a terrible liar. "Uhm. You... you told me about your mafia job." He follows suit and keeps to a whisper.
"The. The money. And your friends you had to help - shit Lucas I'm worried I'll blow your cover somehow if that harpy didn't overhear you last time-"

* Lucas quickly puts his hands on Harvey's shoulders, boring his eyes into the other's to cut him off. "Harvey. You have to promise me- /promise me/- that no one will ever hear of this. If this catches wind, I'm done for, you hear me?
Nobody was /ever/ supposed to hear of that."

* O`hannigan flinches again, notably edgy today. "I-I don't intend to! I just. If someone asks me about it it's gonna be obvious I know things.... but I'll keep my damn mouth shut, for sure.
You didn't tell me where the money was, if that's any consolation."

* Lucas lets go of harvey and sits back. "Yeah, thank God for that... but still. God, I can't believe I could be so /stupid/! Eight months of keeping my mouth shut and then I slip up... I'm losing touch."

* O`hannigan "Well, erh. You were pretty damn drunk. I could smell the beer from across the room practically." he shifts in his bundle of blankets. It was surprisingly cold tonight, considering the shift in seasons.

* Lucas shrugs and lets out a long, silent string of curses. "I am /never/ getting drunk again. Okay wait, forget that, that's never going to happen."

* O`hannigan can't hold in a laugh at that. "Oh god Lucas I bet you couldn't go a week without a beer.... ahh. I'll do my best not to tell anything on you."

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Created page with ' * Amelie bothers Harvey * Amelie leeeaaannn * O`hannigan is unbotherable by Amelies. * O`hannigan leans back a little. Tillllt. * Amelie rubs his shoulders * Amelie So~ * Ameli...'

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* Amelie bothers Harvey
* Amelie leeeaaannn
* O`hannigan is unbotherable by Amelies.
* O`hannigan leans back a little. Tillllt.
* Amelie rubs his shoulders
* Amelie So~
* Amelie is totally buttering him up because she wants something :I
* O`hannigan is toast
* O`hannigan delicious toast.
* Amelie ''delicious'' toast
* Amelie B)
* O`hannigan mmhmmmm?
* Amelie So, cher~
* Amelie rub rub rub
* Amelie we should write a letter to your family, non?
* O`hannigan enjoys rubs and is juuust naive enough to not feel like he's getting too buttered
* O`hannigan waitwhuh?
* O`hannigan "Uhm, I mean, yeah, uh. Er. We you uh." ...ever get that feeling you're just making odd vague wordlike noises to stall for time? He wonders for a second if this is how man got started on words aeons ago when the wheel was new. "How?"
* Amelie keeps up the rhythmic rubbing on his back without missing a beat. "Well, we could start wiz an address. Do you remember where zey live?"
[2010-06-17 22:05:57] * O`hannigan "Can we sit down please?" he sounds a bit nervous. Not anything bad, just faintly
[2010-06-17 22:07:50] * Amelie "You are sitting, cher," she points out, looking at him over the back of his chair.
[2010-06-17 22:09:26] * O`hannigan leans a little, realizing he's failing to put any thoughts in order. "O-oh."
[2010-06-17 22:12:09] * O`hannigan he'd been thinking on this and never did come to a conclusion on whether to contact home or not. Like everything else, he'd decided to leave it until 'later' "I think I know the address, I'm... just not sure how to say anything to them. If they're still there."
[2010-06-17 22:13:56] * Amelie "I'm sure zey must miss you," she says calmly, hoping that her hands on his shoulders will help keep him calm. It was easy enough to recognize when he was starting to panic about something. "You could always start wiz letting zem know zeir son is alive."
[2010-06-17 22:20:32] * O`hannigan nods. He sincerely wished he didn't have so many tells when he was edgy about something. "I... would like them to know." he turns to face Amelie in his chair, her hands still on his shoulders. She was always helping him... "They'll ask questions, nnaturally. I don't really know if I can uh. Well if I ever manage to get my memories organized enough to explain what happened... I should...
[2010-06-17 22:20:32] * O`hannigan ...probably tell you first, I-If I can. I'm afraid to."
[2010-06-17 22:23:09] * Amelie smiles gently, resting a hand on the side of his face. "I could write zem for you? Zat way anyzing I don't know, you don't 'ave to tell zem. I just zink zey should at least 'ave some 'ope zat zey may someday see zeir son again."
[2010-06-17 22:23:53] * O`hannigan looks up at her. "You would write for me?" he sounds incredibly hopeful.
[2010-06-17 22:25:27] * O`hannigan Immediately wonders if he's really the same person as before. He had his moments of complete innocence, just being a helpful goofball who happened to be smart and handy. Those were good days. Then again... ohhhh it was good he had found Amelie in all this mess. If there was one upside to all this it was that he found RED and then Amelie.
[2010-06-17 22:33:02] * Amelie grins, running her hand through his hair. "Of course, cher. Just let me know what I can say and where to send it.~ And.. you know, 'elp me out a little bit." She smiles crookedly; she was pretty decent at writing English, but she still made some pretty bad grammatical mistakes now and then. Harvey could probably proofread.
[2010-06-17 22:35:28] * O`hannigan pulls out a thin but very used looking notebook. There's a pen tucked into the ring binding. "O-of course. Damn I wish I wouldn't stutter like that it's a complete giveaway-- we could do up a rough draft I suppose. I'm not sure how much to explain in the first letter is a good amount."
[2010-06-17 22:35:35] * O`hannigan was he seriously going to do this?
[2010-06-17 22:41:06] * Amelie smiles, kissing him on the cheek. Little gestures of reassurance, to let him know that she was still there and that this wasn't as big a deal as he was making it out to be. "Just enough. You don't want to surprise zem too much~" She smiles. "I could tell zem.. zat zey should know zat you are alive, and doing well. You 'ave been zrough a lot, but you are still ze same person. You cannot come...
[2010-06-17 22:41:08] * Amelie ...'ome right now, but you may someday." She takes his chin in her hand. "Does zat sound about right?"
[2010-06-17 22:45:55] * O`hannigan wrote something not too dissimilar with Lucas. Writing home himself had been on his mind since, though getting Lucas to help him was... well. He didn't know. It seemed more of an Ask-Amelie thing. Maybe he'd get Lucas's opinion on this later. "I-I think that's right. I'm uh. Maybe I should say some bad things happened but I have shelter and help now. I... don't want it to sound like I ran...
[2010-06-17 22:45:55] * O`hannigan ...off." he didn't think anyone in his family would think he abandoned them, but... better to be safe. And Vague.
[2010-06-17 22:46:41] * Amelie nods. "Sounds good to me.~" She reaches over his shoulder and puts a hand on the front of the notebook, but doesn't open it; she looks at him, silently asking if it's something that's alright to open.
[2010-06-17 22:51:56] * O`hannigan nods. He had his bigger journal back in his room, though this was still pretty important to him.
[2010-06-17 22:53:56] * Amelie sits down next to him, scooting her chair close and flipping open the notebook. She grazes over pages already covered in writing until she comes to a blank one, then picks up his pen. "Is 'ere alright?"
[2010-06-17 22:57:28] * O`hannigan feels a lot better about this, oddly. He'd expected to get more worried about his parents and brothers freaking out over his absence. "That's fine, yes. This is sort of a draft book for ideas and temporary notes. General stuff, it's okay if you saw content on the other pages." he considers writing on the final copy of the letter too. They would recognize that right off.
[2010-06-17 23:02:14] * Amelie smiles, nodding. "Okay." She pulls the notebook closer and bends over the paper, writing in large, curly cursive letters. After a few minutes, she stops, sets the pen down, and slides the notebook over to Harvey. "Zere, 'ow about zat."
[2010-06-17 23:07:20] * Amelie LETTER: 'O'hannigan Family, I do not know if this will mean much to you, or even if this letter will reach the right persons. I am sending you this letter on behalf of your son, Harvey. He is unable to send you a letter himself at this time, but we both wanted you to know that he is alive and well. He cannot come home now, and his safety depends on you not having the knowledge of where he is...
[2010-06-17 23:07:21] * Amelie ...right now, but someday he will try to come back. Suffice it to say, hHe has been through some bad events, but he is safe now. He does not want you to think that he ran off.'
[2010-06-17 23:07:49] * Amelie at the bottom is her name in large cursive letters, Amélie Sinclaire.
[2010-06-17 23:12:47] * O`hannigan reads over the paper. He manages to disguise a sniffle, eventually deciding to pick up the pen and add on a small P.S. note: 'Sorry this is so covert. Amelie is a wonderful person helping me get this far. I love you all. Harvey O`hannigan.'
[2010-06-17 23:13:47] * O`hannigan now there was no mistaking it was him. His parents would probably see the curly handwriting and his blocky addition and clue in right off that he was just worried what they would think. Maybe he wasn't so different now after all.
[2010-06-17 23:15:58] * Amelie smiles a little, squeezing his hand. "Does it make sense..?" She had crossed out a couple of things that she knew she'd written wrong along the way.
[2010-06-17 23:20:22] * O`hannigan looks it over again, thinking it makes perfect sense. "Bad events makes more sense. I think it will do." he sounds very calm, a bit of a tired hum in his tone, though he certainly wasn't literally tired. "I uh." he gives up on just thanking her and gets out of his chair to completely trap her in a big relieved hug.
[2010-06-17 23:22:42] * Amelie wraps her arms around him, burying her face in his shirt. He always had so much trouble dealing with his past, let alone talking about it; it was good to see him doing something to face his past life without breaking down. She can't imagine what he's been through, but she wants to help any way she can. She turns and kisses him on the cheek, not really sure what else to do.
[2010-06-17 23:25:50] * O`hannigan holds her so close, thinking to himself about sending it as soon as possible. Maybe he wouldn't forward this one to Alex, since he'd done that with Lucas's letter already. Maybe Zach knew another mail route he could try, if he thought straight from RED was too sketchy. "Amelie I don't know why I didn't do this sooner, thank you so much-" he always returns her kisses, it's become second...
[2010-06-17 23:25:50] * O`hannigan ...nature. "I think there's two addresses we can try, I know we don't have the farm anymore but the people we shared the plot with might. They'd know who to send things to."
[2010-06-17 23:27:14] * Amelie nods, smiling ruefully up at him. "Alright, cher."
[2010-06-17 23:30:28] * O`hannigan loosens his arms a little, hugging her that tightly would get a bit possessive quickly, whoops. He'd have to work on that nervous habit.
[2010-06-17 23:31:21] * O`hannigan "I realize it's a bit irrational but I still worry that you might get caught up in some unforseen consequence of all this. I hope everything works out."
[2010-06-17 23:33:50] * Amelie "Even if I do, it would be worz it to 'elp you," she says quietly, resting her head against his shoulder. She felt so safe in his arms, she could stand there forever and wouldn't mind.
[2010-06-17 23:47:22] * O`hannigan should really trust Amelie better than this by now. Well, truthfully he did, but hearing her say it aloud was uplifting. "...you're the best thing that ever happened to me Ame."
[2010-06-17 23:48:01] * Amelie laughs wryly. "I zink by now I can safely say ze same."
[2010-06-17 23:52:09] * O`hannigan by now? What did that mea- oh. Well that made a lot of sense. They both had a lot of trouble behind them. Different trouble, but they helped each other past a good part of it respectively. He still has his arms slung around her, the little notebook in one hand. "Amelie I have an important question. ...where do we keep the envelopes here?"
[2010-06-17 23:53:42] * Amelie laughs, brushing her hair behind her ear and pulling away ever so slightly. That.. wasn't what she was expecting him to ask, but she didn't show it. "I'm sure we can find some," she said, smiling at him, and lead him in the direction of the mail room.
[2010-06-18 00:00:57] * O`hannigan follows, kind of glad she didn't pick up on that bit of a fumble of his. There were a lot of important questions he had on his mind, but. Ergh it wasn't the right time for that one. He brings the paper along, tucking the rest of the notebook away again in his backpocket. "Hey I.... no I don't remember this room. Guess I haven't gotten any mail to need it." He doesnt' sound as disappointed as...
[2010-06-18 00:00:57] * O`hannigan ...he should. Getting that letter from Zach was a wakeup call though. He does remember that. "Think this will do?" he tugs an envelope out of a drawer.
[2010-06-18 14:25:14] * Amelie nods, smiling. She carefully rips the paper out of Harvey's notebook, removes the paper fringes, and folds it up to put into the envelope. "Do you remember ze address?"
[2010-06-18 14:27:45] * O`hannigan nods and gets his pen, scribbling a zip code down for a home in Fort Wayne, Indiana. "It's gonna be a long trip for this paper. I hope they're still at that address." he takes the note out of the envelope again and quickly copies the words back to his notebook. Just in case he had to send a second one. He puts things back together and licks it shut.
[2010-06-18 14:30:14] * Amelie smiles, taking the letter for him and dropping it into the "outgoing mail" box. She takes his hands and kisses him on the cheek, grinning. She couldn't help be a little excited on his behalf. "Now all we do is wait for a reply~"
[2010-06-18 14:33:56] * O`hannigan looks momentarily startled.... no. Excited? Closer to excited for sure. "That~ is gonna be one long wait. Oh god I hope things work out okay--" he never did get Lucas's opinion or Zachs first. Ahh, he could show them the backup copy. Later. "I hope the stupid return address doesn't get muddled up somehow." if his family even got the letter it would look like an excavation company sent it....
[2010-06-18 14:33:56] * O`hannigan ...That's how it worked. Outgoing mail went by one of any possibly-made-up or maybe real company division of RED.
[2010-06-18 14:35:52] * Amelie chuckles. He was always fussing about something. "Everyzing will work out just fine.~"
[2010-06-18 14:39:30] * O`hannigan had sort of been holding his breath the whole time. "Bwuhhhhhhhhhhhhh I hope so," he sighs. "I'm sure they'll appreciate your nice writing." he nudges her with his knuckles, trying to keep a bit silly, that always helped. He had nothing to fear, right? Zach said he'd never gone by his real name.... back. Anyway. His name was safe to use.
[2010-06-18 14:48:11] * Amelie smiles. "I'm just glad it made sense." She was a little apprehensive herself that the letter wouldn't reach its' intended audience, but all she could do now was hope for the best.
[2010-06-18 14:52:26] * O`hannigan doesnt' see how sense making was - he furrows his brow for a second - "Why wouldn't it make sense?"
[2010-06-18 14:57:34] * Amelie shrugs. "Well, I am not used to writing English." She smiles sheepishly. "Certainly not letters, anyway. It is not ze same as filling out forms for RED."
[2010-06-18 15:03:39] * O`hannigan was assuming things, he guesses. "I would have thought speaking and writing English were the same. You did fine." he squeezes her hand, glancing back at the mail slot. Not like he could see the little paper in there. "Wanna get out of here? It smells kind of like stale books or something."
[2010-06-18 15:05:56] * Amelie laughs, squeezing his hand back. She was a little surprised at how his small gestures made her feel better. "Agreed.~"
[2010-06-18 15:16:10] * O`hannigan scoots him and Amelie both out of there, grabbing his notebook only barely on the way out. Not sure why he was in such a hurry. "Haha, we can figure out the next step later, right?"
[2010-06-18 15:17:03] * O`hannigan feels way better a few rooms over. Standing around in the letter room just seemed like a recipe to wind up sitting there until mail arrived.
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Bang! Welcome to Dustbowl!

Lunajile — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 20:26:50 GMT

title explains it all

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An RP log between [[Chad Smith]] [[Lloyd]] and later on [[Jeremy]]

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Neutral territory on Dustbowl 
'''Timeline:''' 
Within the first week of the teams' arrival on Dustbowl 
'''Comments:''' 
Title explains it all, may change formatting when I'm not lazy 

* Chad needs to do something to get rid of his excess energy. Right now, he's outside, running around, not too fast, just to get a feel for the base, but still running.
* Lloyd is trying to map out choke points for incoming scouts. This is probably the only thing he's good at. "Now...why did they have to pick a huge base like this?"
* Chad runs around some more, trying to figure out the best routes to flank BLU on his jog. He liked the open space, but he liked the multiple alleyways and paths available to sneak around for a sudden attack.
* Lloyd is glad he got out early enough to try and work things out, there was no way any of the REDs would be out this early after that hellish train ride.
* Chad stops near a corner to stretch a bit. The train ride has made him a bit stiff. Then he drops down and does a few push-ups.
* Lloyd wanders aimlessly, only looking up to mark off an area with either an 'X' or a 'O'. He wonders if he should hurry it up a bit, just in case. It's be good practice anyways, to try and at least keep a brisk pace. However, being so distracted with his surroundings, a quick turn around the corner lead to a rather clumsy tumble after tripping over...something. "Ahhh sonofabitch!!"
* Chad was on his 19th push-up when-"OW! Hey, watch where ya walkin', dipshit!" He rolls up sitting to see the dick that kicked him in the side, but the dust on his glasses made it a bit difficult to tell...
* Lloyd carefully rolls up his make-shift map and tucks it inside an inner pocket. "Well, fuck, how the hell was I supposed to see? What the hell are you doing on the ground like that anyways..." He's a little embarrassed to think he'd tripped over someone, usually he's so particular about watching where he's going. Wait; who'd be out this far out, at THIS time. He looks over his shoulder. Fuck. RED.
* Chad stands up and dusts himself off before cleaning off his glasses. He looks at the figure in front of him. "...wait, you're a BLU." He reaches for his pistol behind his back. "What are you doing out here?" >:T
* Lloyd pats himself down feeling around for his own pistol, while trying to get himself standing, "Just...getting a feel for the new base RED, you don't need to get all defensive..." This wasn't something he was prepared for, though the little voice in his head told him he SHOULD have been.
* Chad "Hey, don't move!" he shouted, his pistol pointed at the unfamiliar BLU. "Why /wouldn't/ I be defensive? We're on different teams, aimin' to kill each other!" He cocked his pistol.
* Lloyd doesn't really have much of a choice, he had to admit the RED was a little faster on the draw than he was. He keeps his hands up, trying to bargain with the scout, "H..hey come on now, we're not on duty here, no official orders yet..."
* Chad "You tryin' to sneak in our base?" The other guy has a point though, there has been no orders to confront or engage with the enemy. And he feels something different about this base, this group of people, even though in the previous bases Chad has always understood that you always attack the opponent upon contact.
* Lloyd is trying his hardest to stay calm, though he can hear his heart pounding madly. He really didn't want a trip to respawn before they'd even received official word of their mission. "I'm just getting used to the new base, I'm not looking for any trouble here, ja?" This scout looked really familiar...but he tried to dismiss the thought from his head.
* Chad scowls a little bit. "...you're an engie, ain'tcha? Whatcha lookin' for, good places to build your sentries?" He mutters under his breath, "I hate sentries..." He walks around the engineer, "See, the thing is, you're on BLU, how do I know you're not some spy or somethin', tryin' to sneak into our base...?"
* Lloyd bites his lip, this guy wasn't just some boneheaded kid like some of the scouts he'd worked with. "J..just planning ahead, I mean, I'm not looking to fight anyone, but I'm still prepared to do my job." He watches him warily, hoping he doesn't move too far out of his field of vision. "And come on man, if I were plotting something, do you think I would have tripped over you like that?"
* Chad rubs his side at the mention of the tripping. Should he let this guy go? Pretend this never happened? Or should he shoot? "It's waaaaay too early to be up to /not/ plot something. What are you REALLY up to?"
* Lloyd sighs, this guy obviously wasn't going to let up, "I was making a map, it's easier to do when you're not dodging sniper fire and rockets..." He was about to grab it for him, until he remembered he has a gun pointed at him, still. "It's in my inside pocket if you're so concerned..."
* Chad There's definitely something different about these two teams. People here ask questions before they shoot, and Chad can feel himself becoming like that as well. "NO, I'm not interested in your stupid ma-actually hand it over." >:I
* Lloyd can feel a touch of relief, there was a shift in the scout's tone of voice that made it him seems unsure. "Okay, okay, just calm down, man, I'm not gonna pull anything..." he keeps his motions slow, worried any sudden movements would make him jumpy again. "Here, just take it." He says to him, holding the crinkled sheet of paper out to him.
* Chad quickly takes the sheet, the gun still aimed at the engineer. He opens the sheet, hoping to fine something useful, key sentry points perhaps, but instead he finds that it's just a bunch of lines that may resemble the base they are in, interlaced with red and blue marks. "What the heck is this!" He throws the paper back. "Some engineer you are, you can't even make a nice drawing!"
* Lloyd laughs inwardly, "I never said I could draw..." he mutters, looking up at him, "Look I don't have anything you want, and I'm here by myself, I didn't look for trouble, I just wanted to get used to the new base."
* Chad leans forward a little bit. This guy seems pretty sincere, judging from the look on his face. "Nah, there is no trouble here," Chad smirked a little bit, touching the tip of his gun against the engineer's temple, "no trouble at all..." he murmured before pulling the trigger. When the sound stopped echoing along the walls, he wiped the blood off of the now-dead engineer's shirt. "...don't...
* Chad ...need no engies findin' places to put their goddamn sentries." He stood back up and felt a vibration in the air. "At least respawn works, now I don't feel like a COMPLETE jerk, haha!"

'''Later, in BLU's Respawn'''

* Lloyd doesn't remember how he got here. He's vaguely aware of his own breathing, but it didn't feel right, somehow. For a moment everything is numb until he cracks open his eyes and that first bit of light hits him. "Oh...fuck me..." he growls, as everything started to ache all at once. Finally it all clicks. Respawn. Fuckin' scouts.
* `Jeremy passes by down the hallway, whistling a cheerful tune
* Chad was about to leave the body there until he remembered something. Maybe that pile of scribbles could be useful...so he walks back and picks up the crumpled sheet with all the chicken scratches on it. Maybe if he was able to decipher what that guy was really planning, it could help give RED an advantage...
* Lloyd debates getting up, but it didn't seem like a good idea. He didn't feel the nausea that many people described to him, but his lower half felt like someone was dangling him over a fire. He covers his eyes with an arm and decides to stay put for a bit. He should have expected that. He would have done the same thing were he in the position to. Stupid, stupid.
* `Jeremy passes by the respawn room and glances inside, then keeps walking
* `Jeremy stops whistling, then backtracks a few steps. There is somebody laying on the linoleum looking rather unwell. D:
* `Jeremy is mildly concerned. "Hey buddy, you ok?"
* Lloyd can barely hear the voice trying to get his attention. Perhaps his ears were still ringing from the shot? Who knows. He somewhat recognizes the person calling to him. New member, but he couldn't recall his name. "Mmn...." he growls, not quite ready for conversation just yet.
* `Jeremy tentatively steps into the room, his shoes squeaking on the white linoleum. He'd only heard about respawn-- they'd explained everything to him when he'd signed up, but he hadn't ever really experienced it himself. He walked over to lloyd and squatted on the floor beside him. "Hey, you okay?" he asks again, frowning.
* Lloyd squints against the lights, still adjusting to everything that was going on, and trying to focus on the man next to him. "I'll be okay..." he mutters, his words slurring a bit. Maybe he could try sitting up? That seemed like a good idea. "Oh man...don't go out there right now, there's a red scout patrolling around..."
* `Jeremy gets down on one knee and helps the man sit up, keeping a firm hand on his back. "Heh, I'll keep that in mind." Jeremy couldn't for the life of him remember the man's name, but he gave him a lopsided grin anyway. He'd had plenty of experience dealing with friends with hangovers, this wasn't /that/ different, right?
* Lloyd is so grateful that someone happened to come by. He was so disoriented, even though he knew exactly where he was. Wait a minute. Oop, there's the nausea thing everyone was talking about...
* `Jeremy doesn't really know what to do. It's kind of awkward dealing with some hung-over looking guy you don't even know. What was up with his hair, anyway? "Do you, uhh. You think you can get up?"
* Lloyd takes in a few deep breaths to try and ease the nausea. He was used to this, this was nothing. He repeated this to himself over and over until he felt he could try and stand up. "I..I think so. I'm gonna need your help though." When he was a little more coherent, he'd have to remember to ask the new guy his name.
* `Jeremy gets to his feet and holds out a hand to hoist Lloyd up. "Yeah, s'cool. We can get you back to your room, yeah? And you can.... sleep it off or someth'n."
* Lloyd is finding it hard to keep his legs under himself. That accursed pins and needles feeling made it uncomfortable to stand. He tries to coax Jeremy over to the benches, "I..I need another minute, I don't think I can walk that far."
* `Jeremy "Yeah, alright, that's cool." Jeremy helped Lloyd over to the benches and got him to sit, patting him on the back. Man, was respawn really that bad? "Just take a minute, you want me to get some water for you?"
* `Jeremy gives Lloyd a bro handshake which involves grabbing his hand brostyle and then giving him a fist bump. "No problem, man. Be right back." He holds up a finger and jogs off to find some water.
* Lloyd figures since Jeremy's off he can take a moment to himself, and takes off both prosthesis. He figures maybe just a moment to re-wrap everything might help ease that awful sensation. "God damn fucking scouts, I don't know how I put up with you when I was one..." he grumbles to himself, emptying a nearby medkit for bandages and sanitizer.
* `Jeremy retrieves a water bottle from his room and jogs back to respawn. "Alright, here youuuuwhh--?" He stops in the door, staring at Lloyd's legs which he swears to god were there a second ago.
* Lloyd curses inwardly when he realizes Jeremy's a lot quicker than he'd thought he'd be. "Oh...uh..." Why was he getting tongue-tied now? He's had to explain this hundreds of times. "This..uh, this isn't recent..." Wow, that was a dumb way of putting it. Blame respawn, yeah...that's it.
* `Jeremy makes a face, frowning. "That /sucks/, man!"
* `Jeremy realizes that that is probably the single stupidest thing he could have possibly said. He hands Lloyd the water bottle and stares at the prostheses. "Wow holy crap man, what happened? Uhh, I mean-- if you don't mind my askin'." D:
* Lloyd laughs at that response, it's probably the most honest, though understated thing anyone's ever said about it. "I..uh...got into an accident over 6 years ago." He still couldn't tell the truth about it, but who really needed to know all that crap. "It's uh..a bit of an inconvenience." he adds with a laugh. The water eased a lot of discomfort. Thank God Jeremy turned up.
* `Jeremy "Damn, I bet." He rubbed the back of his neck, plopping down on the bench next to Lloyd. He paused, frowning at the floor, then started rolling up his sleeve. "I, uh. I got in a car accident when I was in high school." He held up his elbow to show a long, nasty-looking scar right over the bone. "I, uh. I got thrown through the windshield. My arm and my knee got pretty fucked up, they told me...
* `Jeremy ...I'm lucky I can still move all my fingers."
* Lloyd had to admit, that was one wicked looking scar. "Do you ever get that funny...uh, what is that word...that prickly feeling sometimes? Or like, uh, does it ache when the weather changes?" He was quite curious, since he really had no idea how other people reacted to such things.
* `Jeremy raises his eyebrows. "Uh... yeah, actually. My knee acts up sometimes when the weather's goofy or I run too much." He rolled his sleeve back down, frowning. "I can't really feel most of my toes in that foot, so it feels like that sometimes."
* Lloyd nods to himself, "Yeah, I know how that feels..." He continues re-wrapping and dressing everything up properly again before strapping the prosthesis back on. The numbness and pain seems to have mostly subsided, and he didn't feel like throwing up anymore. This was good. Very good."Thanks for your help Jeremy, but I think I should be okay to get back to my room."
* `Jeremy perks up. "Yeah?" He sounds almost relieved for the change of subject. "Yeah, no problem, man."

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Jeremy

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		+	==Relationships==
		+	* [[Constantine]]: He's pretty awesome. One of his first friends on BLU :D
		+	* [[Lloyd]]: Severe-injury-buddies. He thinks Lloyd is super awesome because he builds robots and can still get around despite having no legs.
		+	* [[Vic]]: WHAT A MAN. He should be a role-model to all.
		+	* [[Bonnie]]: Way too hot to be a RED. Seriously why does she have to be RED? Whyyyyyy
		+	* [[Nicolas]]: UGH WHAT A JERK WHY CAN'T HE JUST GO AWAY AND STOP MAKING EYES AT BONNIE AND BEING ALL SUPERIOR AND STUFF D:<

Lloyd Albertson

Lunajile — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 20:14:49 GMT

crap so much to rewrite...

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	'''Player:''' [[User:Lunajile\|Lunajile]]<br>		'''Player:''' [[User:Lunajile\|Lunajile]]<br>
	'''Name:''' Lloyd Albertson<br>		'''Name:''' Lloyd Albertson<br>
-	'''Nicknames:''' "Stubby", "Half-pint", "Honey" <br>	+	'''Nicknames:''' "Stubby", "Half-pint", "Honey",<br>
	'''Meaning:''' "Grey-haired son of Albert"<br>		'''Meaning:''' "Grey-haired son of Albert"<br>
	'''Gender:''' Male<br>		'''Gender:''' Male<br>
-	~~'''Status:''' Attached to [[Jonathan]]<br>~~	+	'''Sexuality:''' Confused <br>
-	'''Sexuality:''' ~~Insatiable~~ <br>	+
	'''Age:''' 24<br>		'''Age:''' 24<br>
	'''Nationality:''' Canadian born, Norwegian background<br>		'''Nationality:''' Canadian born, Norwegian background<br>
	'''Build:''' Lithe<br>		'''Build:''' Lithe<br>
	'''Height:''' 5'5<br>		'''Height:''' 5'5<br>
-	'''Weight:''' ~~137lbs~~<br>	+	'''Weight:''' 125lbs<br>

	'''Team:''' BLU<br>		'''Team:''' BLU<br>
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	==Personality==		==Personality==
-	Friendly and chatty, but has a tendency to punctuate his speech with a lot of unnecessary cussing and swearing~~. Personal space is a completely foreign concept to Lloyd, and it~~'s ~~not uncommon for him to hang off or otherwise attach himself to whomever he's talking to~~. He has a terrible temper, but for the most part he's good at keeping it in check with some exceptions, though often he ends up bottling up a lot of his emotions which leads him to mope around in his workshop until he's calmed down. Be warned, despite his very small stature, he can be surprisingly brutal, and deadly if provoked too far.	+	Friendly and chatty, but has a tendency to punctuate his speech with a lot of unnecessary cussing and swearing unless there's women around. He has a terrible temper, but for the most part he's good at keeping it in check with some exceptions, though often he ends up bottling up a lot of his emotions which leads him to mope around in his workshop until he's calmed down. Be warned, despite his very small stature, he can be surprisingly brutal, and deadly if provoked too far.

	==Physical Description==		==Physical Description==
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	==History==		==History==
-	Lloyd, for the most part had a very quiet and normal childhood. He was very athletic growing up, despite his short stature, and was a part of some of the earliest recruitment drives for RED and BLU. As a teenager, Lloyd was incredibly arrogant, and intolerable to work with. When accepted as a scout, he frequently bullied and berated his both his enemies and his team mates, believing that he was the best of his class, though his old RED file seems to imply that it went far beyond bullying when a 16 year old scout trainee was found with his throat torn out during a training operation. For a group of other scouts, Lloyd's attitude was too much, and they couldn't tolerate him any longer, so they ambushed him while he was off duty, promptly emptying multiple rounds of shotgun bullets into both of his legs. The Medics who arrived on the field had no choice but to amputate. <br>	+	Lloyd, for the most part had a very quiet and normal childhood. He was very athletic growing up, despite his short stature, and was a part of some of the earliest recruitment drives in Canada for RED and BLU. As a teenager, Lloyd was incredibly arrogant, and intolerable to work with. When accepted as a scout, he frequently bullied and berated his both his enemies and his team mates, believing that he was the best of his class, though his old RED file seems to imply that it went far beyond bullying when a 16 year old scout trainee was found with his throat torn out during a training operation. For a group of other scouts, Lloyd's attitude was too much, and they couldn't tolerate him any longer, so they ambushed him while he was off duty, promptly emptying multiple rounds of shotgun bullets into both of his legs. The Medics who arrived on the field had no choice but to amputate. <br>

	While in rehab he had a lot of time to think. Too much time. He became withdrawn, nervous around other people and was afraid of being sent home, especially knowing that he would be hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt after he recovered, and would have to deal with the shame of explaining to his family about what happened. One of the engineers on his old team visited him every so often and would bring him models to build, just to keep his hands busy. The old engineer was impressed with Lloyd's dexterity and precision with his hands and asked if he'd ever considered engineering, since returning as a scout would be impossible. Curious, Lloyd agreed to be trained, and found that though he couldn't read schematics to save his life, if he watched another engineer build something, he could duplicate it. The only device he has yet to figure out is the teleporters. He found he had a knack for robotics, and has built a number of replacement prosthetics, as well as a robot spider named "Albert", which he has finally completed building. <br>		While in rehab he had a lot of time to think. Too much time. He became withdrawn, nervous around other people and was afraid of being sent home, especially knowing that he would be hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt after he recovered, and would have to deal with the shame of explaining to his family about what happened. One of the engineers on his old team visited him every so often and would bring him models to build, just to keep his hands busy. The old engineer was impressed with Lloyd's dexterity and precision with his hands and asked if he'd ever considered engineering, since returning as a scout would be impossible. Curious, Lloyd agreed to be trained, and found that though he couldn't read schematics to save his life, if he watched another engineer build something, he could duplicate it. The only device he has yet to figure out is the teleporters. He found he had a knack for robotics, and has built a number of replacement prosthetics, as well as a robot spider named "Albert", which he has finally completed building. <br>

	After he was given a clean bill of health, he reapplied, confident in his new abilities, though indefinitely humbled from his previous experience, and hoping to have a fresh start.<br>		After he was given a clean bill of health, he reapplied, confident in his new abilities, though indefinitely humbled from his previous experience, and hoping to have a fresh start.<br>
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		+	==Current Load Out==
		+	-Standard issue Scout/Engineer Pistol<br>
		+	-Mini-Sentries (no Gunslinger)<br>
		+	-Dispenser (half time construction/upgrade)<br>

	==Albert the Spider==		==Albert the Spider==
	[[image:Albert_the_spider.jpg\|thumb\|Hey kids, It's Albert]]		[[image:Albert_the_spider.jpg\|thumb\|Hey kids, It's Albert]]
-	Lloyd first started building Albert when he was in rehab, and at first he was meant to just act as a model spider, but with more tools and materials becoming available the spider has turned into more of a companion and a multi-purpose tool. Its AI is very primitive, but is voice responsive, and will come if Lloyd whistles to it. It has no method of attacking, but has a set of blue lights built into its body, can cling to any surface and is programmed to skitter away if its in any sort of danger. Some consider it to be a bit of a nuisance, especially when it turns up in the shower areas (implying that Albert is waterproof), but one can usually figure out where the spider is hiding, as its eyes glow blue and it emits soft sentry-like beeps.	+	Lloyd first started building Albert when he was in rehab, and at first he was meant to just act as a model spider, but with more tools and materials becoming available the spider has turned into more of a companion and a multi-purpose tool. Its AI is very primitive, but is voice responsive, and will come if Lloyd whistles to it. <br>
		+	It has no method of attacking, but has a set of blue lights built into its body, can cling to any surface and is programmed to skitter away if its in any sort of danger. Some consider it to be a bit of a nuisance, especially when it turns up in the shower areas (implying that Albert is waterproof), but one can usually figure out where the spider is hiding, as its eyes glow blue and it emits soft sentry-like beeps.<br>
		+	When asked why Albert seems so advanced for a mini-bot, it is a mystery to its creator as well, Lloyd citing Albert's AI as a fluke, as he has yet to be able to replicate it in another robot.

	==Strengths==		==Strengths==
	-Can replicate most man-made machines or parts as long as he's watched someone else build it first<br>		-Can replicate most man-made machines or parts as long as he's watched someone else build it first<br>
-	-~~Good at infiltrating~~ enemy ~~bases and setting up nests in hard~~ to ~~reach places~~<br>	+	-Difficult for enemy spies to disguise as properly<br>
-	-~~Easy to get along with, takes orders very well<br>~~	+	-Incredibly efficient at building dispensers.<br>
-	~~-Is especially good~~ at building ~~Dispensers, and can build them a bit faster than an average engineer~~<br>	+	-Takes orders well, prefers to work in teams <br>
-	-~~Is pretty accurate with a pistol since it was his primary when he was a scout~~<br>	+
	-Surprisingly strong, especially when he's pissed off <br>		-Surprisingly strong, especially when he's pissed off <br>

	==Weaknesses==		==Weaknesses==
-	~~-Picks fights with people much larger than he is <br>~~
	-Almost completely immobile if an enemy manages to damage or remove his prosthetics<br>		-Almost completely immobile if an enemy manages to damage or remove his prosthetics<br>
	-Cannot build teleporters (even after being shown). Seriously, don't even ask him to. You'll be sorry<br>		-Cannot build teleporters (even after being shown). Seriously, don't even ask him to. You'll be sorry<br>
-	-Doesn't make smart decisions when left on his own <br>	+	-Doesn't make smart decisions when left on his own<br>
	-Too dependent on others, especially Pyros<br>		-Too dependent on others, especially Pyros<br>
-	-~~Can't jump very high, nor very far~~<br>	+	-Easily fooled by disguised spies<br>

	==Relationships==		==Relationships==

-	'''BLU'''~~<br>~~	+	'''BLU'''
-	[[Jonathan]] - Is practically inseparable from the medic and is frequently seen hanging around the BLU med bay waiting for him to be relieved from his duties, or equally Jonathan will spend a great deal of time in Lloyd's workshop. They had been very discreet about their relationship for some time until Lloyd had forgotten to close the doors to the med bay during one of his visits which led to a number of people finding out the hard way. ~~Since then, neither of them have felt the need to hide their affection for each other~~. <br>	+	Redoing...<br>
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-	[[Liam]] - Brings out the worst in him, but can't seem to stop spending time with him, likely due to the fact that the spy understands the dark part of him that always needs to fight. The two of them frequently fight with each other often to the point of breaking bones, but despite this Lloyd considers him a friend of sorts and has given him one of his robots as a gift (a pill bug).<br>	+
-		+
-	[[Christian]] - Seems to be very fond of the Pyro and considers him to be very heroic, even though he's sure he's making him uncomfortable by hanging off him all the time. He sympathizes with [[Christian]]'s shyness, having been intimidated by his own team mates a number of times as well. <br>	+
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-	[[Hahana Atamatea]] - They get along very well. They both share a love of spiders and invading peoples' personal space, plus he likes how she makes him laugh. She really enjoys touching his stubs, an act he's not sure if he should feel uncomfortable with or not.<br>	+
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-	[[Andy Gorman]] - Lloyd was more than happy to see such an enthusiastic and friendly member on BLU, and you can never have too many pyro buddies as an engineer. Besides that it's nice to have someone his own size to hang out with. Andy was the first person that Lloyd told the truth about his "accident". At least, he's the first person he's told sober. <br>	+
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-	[[La Von Parker ]] - Knows he's in her bad books for protecting Harvey from her. Though he may have lied about his reasons for having friends on RED, she seems to at least tolerate his presence, and hasn't questioned his loyalty to BLU.	+
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	'''RED'''		'''RED'''
		+	Redoing...<br>

-	[[O'hannigan]] - At first Lloyd just wanted to figure out how to replicate Harvey's leg springs for his own use, but after a raid on [[Clark]]'s office for the Scout's x-rays that ended with them getting getting caught by both [[Sophia]] and [[Tanya]], he admired how willing he was to take such a personal risk for an enemy. He feels like he owes [[O'hannigan]] so much, and hopes he'll be able to return the favor. He dreads the day they meet on the battlefield.<br>
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-	[[Lucas Conroy]] - Lloyd really wishes the scout had not overheard Jonathan calling him by an affectionate nickname, because now Lucas calls him that whenever they cross paths. Though Lucas certainly doesn't anger him to the extent that Liam does, he does get on his nerves, but views it more of a friendly rivalry more than anything and will gladly hang around with the scout and get into mischief with him.<br>
-
-	[[Fynn]] - Thought for sure that Fynn was going to maim him for threatening to take apart Liam's custom-made gun, but was surprised that the large man wasn't as angry with him as he'd thought. Although Fynn has been nothing but friendly to him, he's still uneasy around him, most likely due to the fact that the Irishman is nearly three times Lloyd's size.
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-	[[Sophia]] - Is intimidated by her and not just because she was one of the two that caught him in Clark's office. He's fascinated by Dot, however, so he tries to not further agitate the sniper so he can see the little possum.

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A letter from Alex

Pthalo — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 19:45:57 GMT

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The following is two friends keeping in touch. [[O'hannigan]] and [[Alex]]

'''Initial Setting:''' On board a train?

'''Timeline:''' Between bases, after [[Writing Home]]

'''Comments:''' Just letters.
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Alexander writes a postcard to O`hannigan: "Hey Freckles! How are you? It was a while. I made my way back to Boston, met mom and stuff. I have a little sister now, she's cute! I'll write a letter soon, maybe even send a photo. Don't get hurt too much and watch out for spies." 

Harvey was hesitant to respond to this letter until after he could include the new base's address. It took some time, and he wound up with a letter from his family in the meantime which left him forgetting for a little while who else he was writing to. 

He scribbles up a response on board the train once his migraines let up: 

"Hey Giggles,
Things are as usual, good days and bad days. Glad to hear you are back home, congratulations on your new family member! We are moving locations, the address on this one is where you will want to send to in subsequent letters. I am writing from on board the train right this moment." 

He thinks and adds in some more: 

"Amelie and I are taking an extended break right now but I wanted to tell you, she helped me to write home! I needed to, I know you always bothered me about it like any good person ought to. The frightening part is that they wrote me back and I do not know what to do. I told them that I am okay but that I cannot come home yet. Now I'm unsure what to say to them so I am writing you instead. They sent me a picture, I borrowed somebody's camera to take a polaroid of it so I could show you them. It is not that great a picture but imagine they all have freckles and it will make sense. - Harvey"
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Lonely

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Let's never speak of this again Pt.2

Lunajile — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 19:26:20 GMT

morning afters suck

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An RP log between [[Lucas Conroy]] and [[Lloyd]].

'''Initial Setting:''' 
BLU's garage. 
'''Timeline:''' 
Preceded by [[Let's never speak of this again Pt.1]], followed up by n/a 
'''Comments:''' 
Morning afters suck 

* Lucas wakes up

* Lloyd is still utterly passed out, and probably won't be budging for a while

* Lucas wakes up and his head feels like he's been hit with a brick. Ughhh what did he even /do/ last night. He tries to remember but remembering hurts. He squints open an eye and can vaguely make out a form beside him. Oh yeah. Oh wait- oh /no/ what's her name. No worries. Get her into the kitchen and get Tony to ask her name. It's pretty much a reflex around the appartment; you see an unknown person sitting at the kitchen table, the first thing you ask is their name. Next, observe the lucky friend who got laid give you a thumbs up and a thankful look behind said unknown's back.

* Lloyd is having strange dreams again, mostly about giant silos filled with cupcakes and muffins...

* Lucas slowly starts remembering things. He's not even /in/ new york anymore. Then who's lying next to him? He tries to open his eyes but the light hurts like hell. Fucking windows. Fucking sun.

* Lucas tries really hard to open his eyes. He raises himself up from his lying-on-his-stomach position and frowns at the world, then turns his head to look at-ohmygodit'snotagirl. He feels his stomach drop, and promptly falls out of bed as he tries to back away quickly. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

* Lloyd snaps awake, pushing himself upright and trying to determine the source of all this YELLING! Oh man, his head ached... "God! Shut-up! What the hell is wrong with..." Wait, this guy isn't...uh oh. "..you.." He felt a sinking feeling as he realized who it was in the garage with him. "Oh, god fucking dammit..." he cursed to himself.

* Lucas stares wide-eyed and frightened at Lloyd. They didn't- did they? Oh my god he was naked and they probably did dear god what just- He feels he needs to express his feelings. "�AAAAAAAAAAA.�"

* Lloyd holds his hands over his ears, trying to figure out what happened and block out the noise. There had to be a logical explaination for this. Okay, Lucas was stark naked, but maybe it had rained or something...rain in the desert, that's stupid. He quickly realized his own pants and underwear were still half down his thighs, but still refused to believe it...

* Lucas scans the room for his clothes. Where the fuck- he locates his boxers and quickly shoves them on, and starts to search the room for the rest. Mid-search, he turns back to Lloyd in anguish. "DO YOU REMEMBER ANYTHING." He wished he didn't remember anything, but events were slowly trickling back to him and he felt the need to wash out his mind with bleach.

* Lloyd growls in frustration, still refusing to believe he'd let his judgement lapse like that. I mean, sure it'd been a while, but he wouldn't really turn around and sleep with an enemy scout. The tell-tale, and now empty tube of lubricant, however, spoke volumes. "Oh my god, what the hell did I just do..." he mutters to himself, completely ignoring Lucas as he tries to sort out his thoughts.

* Lucas points reprimandingly at Lloyd, but it looks kinda crazed and scary in combination with his expression. "NO. NO YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. OR... YES YOU DID. I CAME TO STEAL THE INTEL, RIGHT? RIGHT. FIGURED NO ONE WOULD BE AWAKE TO STOP ME. YOU WERE AWAKE AND STARTED SHOOTING AT ME, HEH, YES, AND THAT IS WHY I WILL BE RUNNING AWAY LIKE A MADMAN IN A MINUTE WHEN I FIND MY CLOTHES."

* Lloyd "Jesus Christ, will you STOP YELLING!" Ugh, that one send an angry throb through his head. "Look, no one has to know about this..." He decides to finally adjust his own clothing and gather what was strewn along the garage floor. His knees were killing him from sleeping with his prosthesis on, but pretty much his whole body ached. "Just...calm down..."

* Lucas stops yelling for a second, causing him to wince and grab his head. "Ugh... okay. Calming down. Calming down. Calming down. Jesus fucking /Christ/. And there's nothing /to/ know, okay? Nothing happened." His memory says otherwise, but he decides that's what he's going to believe from now on.

* Lloyd sits back onto the cot, his head still in his hands. Stupid, stupid, stupid. If there wasn't at least a million empties sitting outside this garage he'd never be able to forgive himself for this. He didn't know what to say, but at least Lucas had finally stopped all his screaming and yelling... "No, nothing happened. It's just a misunderstanding..I'm sure."

* Lucas nods furiously, but that hurts his brain so he stops. "A misunderstanding. Yes. Nothing more than a misunderstanding and I don't feel sticky /at all/. Do you maybe know where my clothes are?"

* Lloyd inwardly moans, as much as he hates himself for even allowing this to happen; He couldn't stop thinking about it. Lucas had been so affectionate, even though it wasn't necessary at all for him to be. As much as he has tried to keep it as just simple sex, the scout went a little further, and it left him confused. He finally realized that Lucas has asked him something, "Oh, uh, here I'll help."

* Lucas succeeds in locating his pants(suspenders attached), hat and shirt in the next few minutes, in that order. When he's finished dressing, he looks at Lloyd nervously again. "I'm not- well. You know. Right? Nobody needs to know. �Nobody�."

* Lloyd bites his lip as he looks up at him. "It...uh...it wasn't that bad was it? I mean..." He really had a hard time accepting the fact that Lucas seemed to be so angry about it. He understood for the sake of them not getting into trouble, that it's best to not mention it, but still, "...you didn't have to do what you did, so I thought..." God, this was stupid...he sounded like a damn girl.

* Lucas is extremely confused. "What do you mean? We were obviously very drunk, and- Oh hell- just leave it. Nothing happened. That's it. I'm going to run away now and shower. With bleach." He turns his heel, ready to leave.

* Lloyd catches Lucas arm, "Now wait just a minute, come on, I just thought you wanted a blow job, you're the one who wanted to have sex. Are you just going to tell me it was just some spur of the moment impulse or something, and I'm just supposed to 'forget it'?" Why was he so bothered by this? It would be easier for the both of them to go their separate ways, why is he stopping him?

* Lucas is looking increasingly alarmed. Is Lloyd actually looking for something behind this? Please no. "Why does it matter?" he asks on an increasingly high-pitched note. "I shouldn't have gone for either! And yes that is exactly what I'm telling you! Please!"

* Lloyd couldn't help but feel hurt by that. Not that he should have expected anything less from a drunken scout, but being rejected, again, even when he should have expected it still weighed heavily inside him. "Fine then, get out of here and go back to your base. It never happened." He had to bite his tongue to keep from saying anything out of anger, though he wanted to.

* Lucas is thankful that Lloyd is letting him go, but suddenly doesn't feel too good about leaving. The man's obviously upset but hey, in his defense, so is Lucas. "Thank you." He said, before spurting out the door and over to his own base to take a shower. It would take a while to wash this off.

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Let's never speak of this again Pt.1

Lunajile — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 19:26:00 GMT

Drunkenness and two horny guys is a terrible mix. Especially when they're on opposing teams. Surprise canon!

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An RP log between [[Lucas Conroy]] and [[Lloyd]].

'''Initial Setting:''' 
Neutral territory on 2fort. Just before the base transfer. 
'''Timeline:''' 
Preceded by n/a, followed up by [[Let's never speak of this again Pt.2]] 
'''Comments:''' 
Surprise, it's canon? 

Lucas flops on lloyd

Lloyd Hello scout

Lucas hello engineer

Lloyd and what are you up to?

Lucas shruuuuuuuug

Lloyd Ahhh, me too. It is a lazy day.

Lucas LAZES

Lucas HANDS LLOYD A BEER CEREMONIOUSLY

Lloyd is already getting a little buzzed.

Lucas as well

Lucas alcohol tolerance? what's that lol

Lloyd I wonder how much longer we're gonna be stuck at 2fort...

Lucas I don't know... Maybe another week or two, three? Somethin' like that...

Lloyd I hate the fuckin' desert... *steals another beer. Or two* I'm sick of my room smelling like sweat all the time.

Lucas sniffffffs. Pee-yew. Yeah, you're right. I wanna go somewhere that has /seasons/. Remember snow? And rain? sure we had rain here /once/, but that was pretty much it.

Lloyd grabs his pack of cigarettes from his pocket, "Seasons would be a damn luxury at this point. I'd rather take the 40 below weather than this god awful, dry, heat."

Lucas flops. "It's sooooooooooo hoooooooooot :(. SO HOT. At least there aren't any bugs or anything. I know a guy, right. Went hiking in a wood next to some river one summer for some stupid reason. Came back filled head to toe with mosquito bites, looked like he had the plague. Godawful sight. Scratched all of them open, now has a face like the moon, fuckin' craters everywhere."

Lloyd laughs, lighting a cigarette and taking a slow drag off it, "That sounds like Manitoba. It's really humid because of all the lakes, and it's just mosquitos, everywhere. My dad has some business friends there so we used to go once every summer. I hated it."

Lucas throws his hands in the air. "Augh! Mosquitos, horrible creatures. But we've been here for what, a year now? I'd trade any place for this dump."

Lloyd sighs, "I miss the snow...I never thought I'd say it, but I really do miss it." He stretches out slightly, "I just hate feeling sweaty, it's fuckin' nasty."

Lucas smiles wistfully. "Man, you should see New York in the snow. Looks like a fuckin' christmas card. That's some beautiful shit, man."

Lloyd smiles, flicking ash onto the ground, "You'll have t' take me back home with you, just once. I've never been to a big city before."

Lucas grins and takes another sip. "Well, you gotta do the same for me then. I've never been on a farm."

Lloyd "You gotta like animals, because there ain't no avoiding them." he laughs, "One time my Uncle's cows got out of their pen, and they got into my parent's yard. I was sleepin' in the spare room at the time, and I got woken up by the loudest "moo" you'd ever hear. I look up and there's this big, brown and white cow tryin' to stick its head in my window."

Lucas LOL

Lucas bursts out laughing. "HAHahhaha oh god that's rich." He tries to imitate a cow but mistakenly thinks that a cow does not go 'mrrughguueuuuuhhghhhh" but actually goes 'moo'. Sounds ridiculous.

Lloyd laughs, "I hate cows though, man...pigs and chickens are okay, even turkeys, even though they're dumb as fuck, but I hate cows..." Is starting to work on his third beer.

Lucas shrugs. "I have absolutely no experience with animals. Snuck into the zoo some times, doesn't have much in terms of farm critters."

Lloyd "Really? Didn't you have any pets or anything? Cuz we got dogs and barn cats too."

Lucas makes an 'ehhhh' face. "We had a cat in the appartment. Well that is to say, it came in through the window and sat on us from time to time. We gave it milk and stuff, but it was a casual relationship. I like cats."

Lloyd laughs, "A casual relationship? I guess that's one way of puttin' it. We got so many cats...every spring there's a new batch of kittens...." He starts to feel a little homesick. He used to skip on his chores by hiding in the barn and playing with all the new kittens. "I should really write home again."

Lucas pauses at that last sentence. "Yeah... come to think of it. It's been nearly two months since I wrote my letter. I should'a gotten somethin' back by now."

Lucas CHUG BEER TO FORGET ABOUT THIS

Lucas beer number 3, goodbye D:

Lloyd figures Lucas has the right idea, polishing off his third as well. "Whatever, you know...whatever happens happens..."

Lucas starts on the fourth beer, starting to feel it a little. "Yeah, well... I'll give it another week or two. No word then, I'm going home. Gotta check, at least."

Lloyd nods, though he's starting to feel a little fuzzy. "I bet my parents are expectin' one o' those 'We regret to inform you that blah blah blah' type letters any day now.

Lucas <:c

Lucas takes some more swigs. "You should write them. Tell'em you're okay. How long's it been? Since they heard'a you."

Lloyd has to stop and think about it...he can't remember if he wrote to them at all when he was in the hospice or not, but he must have written to them afterwards, right? "I'm not sure...They know I'm out here though, I wrote to my fiancee...well, ex, and I'm sure she's probably said somethin'"

Lucas widens his eyes. "Got a girl at home then?"

Lloyd laughs and shakes his head. "Not anymore. I told her about what happened, and she told me she didn't want to take care of me. It wasn't anything official or nothin' anyways. Before I got on that train I promised her that when I came back that I'd marry her..."

Lucas SNORTS. SNORTS I SAY. "What! Like you need takin' care of. Better off without her, she sounds like a cow."

Lloyd "Ah, I know, it ain't a big deal. I mean we were both practically still kids anyways...it's not like we really knew what we really wanted." He leans over for another beer. "I'm a different person now anyways, you know? Besides the obvious, but I think I've gotten...I dunno more solitary or somethin'?"

Lucas nods in understanding. "Yeah, I know what you mean. Me too, actually. It's weird when you live with five people for most of your life and then you suddenly gotta leave. Wasn't used to not knowing anybody. But hey, it all turned out okay so I ain't complainin'. I met good new friends here." BOTTLE CLINK LLOYD

Lloyd flashes Lucas a crooked looking grin, he was getting pretty wasted, though still coherent, "Amen to that. Though...I dunno about you, I'll be lookin' forward to some new recruits, if'n you know what I mean..."

Lucas grins, leans forward and winks. "Yeah I know what you mean. You're talking about the ladayyyyyyys." GRIN GRIN GRIN. "Or the dudes too, in your case I guess. BUT YEAH I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT."

Lloyd laughs out loud, "Geez, sleep with one or two guys and it just stick with you for th' rest of your life, yeah?" He finds this terribly amusing, "But yeah, I think we're due for a little fresh meat around here..."

Lucas holds up his hands in defence, teetering backwards a little. Yup definitely drunk now. "Hey hey hey, I ain't judgin' no one here." He goes back to grinning. "Yeah man, got total faith in Clark's... judgement in new recruits, if you know what I mean."

Lucas he means CLARK HIRES HOT CHICKS

Lloyd leans back, not wanting to try and stand up at this point. "Heh heh, man you are so fuckin' sauced right now, aren't you?"

Lucas puts his hand on Lloyd's shoulder and looks him in the eye firmly. He does this for about thirty seconds before stating gravely: "I am starting to get absolutely hammered."

Lloyd has to take a moment to let his brain catch up with, but he's quick to shove Lucas away, cackling like a mad man, "Get off! What the fuck is that?? OH man, you're a fuckin' creepy bastard sometimes..."

Lucas lets out a loud bark of laughter and nearly falls off his chair. "Hahahaha oh man you shoulda seen your FACE. And hey you're not too sober either buddy."

Lloyd laughs, "Oh fuck off, you totally didn't scare me!" He gives Lucas a good swat in the shoulder. A sloppy one, but a swat nonetheless.

Lucas opens his whatever-number-they're-atth beer. "BUT YES. NEW LADIES. What class do you prefer?"

Lloyd has to consider this, "Oh, now that's a hard choice...You REDs have some fine lookin' demoladies over on your side, but I'm not gonna lie, I'm so hard up right now, I'll take what I can get!"

Lucas nods. "Yeah our demogirls are pretty amazing. But hey, BLU's got some hot stuff as well. You got Kalina, black scout girl, that redhead soldier chick... All /very/ nice if I do say so myself."

Lloyd laughs, "Man, I wouldn't mess with Kalina. Like, nevermind the medic boyfriend, she could kick my ASS." He pauses a moment, "Though that's kinda hot...That red-headed soldier girl sure is something, but we've never ever met..."

Lucas wasn't listening, thinking about hot blu chicks ololololol

Lloyd "What about you?" He taps him in the arm with a bottle, "You have a class preference or what?"

Lucas looks up. "Hmmm? Oh, right. Well, every class has got it's advantages I guess. Demogirls and engies? Firm. They can kick your ass and they got-" NOT SO VAGUE HAND GESTURES "-curves. Spy ladies, well, I figure they /know what they're doing/, if you know what I mean. They've had /training/. Medic girls are NICE. Just very, /very/... nice. Scouts," he winks, "flexible. And energetic. Pyro girls are HOT, dohohohohohho. Soldier girls, /very/ temperamental and passionate. So they've all got their perks."

Lloyd leans back in his chair, thinking through all the men and women on base. "Yeah...man, I wish there were more girls training with me on my old team when I was a scout. I might have stuck around with them instead of getting transfered out here, yeah?"

Lucas GRIN GRIN GRIN

Lucas nods sagely. "But I gotta ask, man. Forgive me. But-pshshhahah- but you're into dudes as well, right? Wanna look at this from your point'a view. I don't see the attrakshunn, explain it to me willya?" SO DRUNK

Lloyd has to stop and figure out the best way to explain it. Of course he's drunk, so he just says the first thing that comes to mind, "I dunno, it's just...different, it's a whole differen' kind of sex. I can' even really say exactly what is is...sex with another man is just, raw, an'..an' you just don' have to hold back for anythin'..."

Lucas ponders this deeply. "That actually doesn't sound so bad. Shame I'm not into dongs or I'd give it a try."

Lloyd laughs "It takes a while gettin' used to giving head, I'll warn you. At least, it took me a while."

Lucas thinks about actually having a cock in his mouth. Makes a face and sticks out his tongue. "Blegh. No thanks."

Lloyd laughs, "It ain't that bad! Well, I guess you don't have to if you don' want to, but I dunno..."

Lucas continues making the face. "�Blegh�. Nice when it's done to you, but �blegh.�"

Lloyd "Have you ever even tried it? I mean you can't knock somethin' til you've tried it!" He's probably getting a little too defensive about it, "It's not that much different from goin' down on a girl...okay yeah it is, but you're still puttin' your face in someone's crotch."

Lucas STANDS UP CEREMONICALLY AND FINISHES OFF HIS NTH BEER IN ONE BIG GULP. He smashes it down on the table and wipes his mouth, staring down at Lloyd dramatically. The effect is ruined a bit because he's swaying a lot, but it's there. "Okay. I think I'm drunk enough."

Lloyd snickers to himself. He's probably grossed Lucas out considerably today. "Drunk enough for what?"

Lucas stares down at Lloyd with a �very� meaningful look in his eyes.

Lloyd thinks Lucas is both funny and scary when he's drunk.

Lucas isn't seeing any action from Lloyd so he stumbles forward and leans down until his face is like an inch from Lloyd's. "Come on, dude, I'm seriously drunk here. Best chance you're gonna get. And I don't wanna die before I try a whole lotta different things. Go the fuck ahead. I'm not sucking your cock though"

Lloyd smirks seeming quite sure of himself, despite the alcohol buzz, "Are you sure you know what you're askin' me? You know I ain't gonna hesitate..."

Lucas gets bored of this talking and dives in, kissing Lloyd full on the mouth, sloppily and drunkenly.

Lloyd is a little startled, grabs a handful of Lucas's hair and tries to keep up with him. This should prove to be interesting.

Lucas stumbles a bit, and puts his hands on Lloyd's shoulders to steady himself. This was pretty okay, he thinks through the alcohol. Different, but okay. Worth a try.

Lloyd isn't really sure exactly what Lucas is willing to do, but if he's 'sober' enough to kiss him like that, then he's certain he'll figure it out. He bites at the scout's lip slightly, dropping his beer bottle so he could grip Lucas's hip. He didn't want him to think he could have second thoughts and get away...after all, he started it.

Lloyd is a little startled, grabs a handful of Lucas's hair and tries to keep up with him. This should prove to be interesting.

Lucas stumbles a bit, and puts his hands on Lloyd's shoulders to steady himself. This was pretty okay, he thinks through the alcohol. Different, but okay. Worth a try.

Lloyd isn't really sure exactly what Lucas is willing to do, but if he's 'sober' enough to kiss him like that, then he's certain he'll figure it out. He bites at the scout's lip slightly, dropping his beer bottle so he could grip Lucas's hip. He didn't want him to think he could have second thoughts and get away...after all, he started it.

Lucas finds it increasingly hard to stay standing in this position so he breaks away from the kiss, standing up straight again with some difficulty. "We are in a public place," he states, slurring. "We should move to a private place."

Lucas very matter-of-fact tone

Lloyd looks around, not quite sure what to suggest. "Wh..where were you thinking?" Technically BLU's garage was cleared out and made into a spare room just like RED's, "I cleaned up the garage there...unless you got a better idea."

[22:08] <MrX> HURRY UP AND PICK A PLACE MY BONER IS GETTING SOFT

Lucas helps Lloyd up. "Okay, fine by me, whatever, ha..." Oh hey, he's getting kinda nervous again. He turns around and grabs another armful of beer. Just in case. "Okay let's go"

Lloyd is excited at the prospect, and knows he needs to be quick before Lucas gets scared off. BLU's garage was at least decently comfortable looking, the cot was certainly welcoming. He wondered if he should keep some of the lights out...maybe it would help ease the scouts nervousness. "Maybe you should sit down...I'll take care of you..." he murmurs.

Lucas is already halfway through the next beer, drowning his nerves when Lloyd tells him to sit down. He nods, puts the beer down on a random crate and does what the engineer tells him. "Sssho uhh... How's thish work?"

Lloyd smirks at him, working at getting the scout's pants undone, "Just do whatever you want, I'm not fuckin' delicate or nothin'. I was just thinking maybe first you'd want to see what the difference was between a woman going down on you, and a man..." It was odd to hear himself talk like this. Maybe he shouldn't have had so much to drink...

Lucas fiddles with Lloyd's shirt and nips at his jaw. He's actually getting kind of excited with Lloyd talking to him like that, and the proposition he's making... Well. "That sounds perfectly reasnibble..."

Lloyd likes Lucas's enthusiasm, even though he knows damn well he's drunk. He pulls the scouts shirt up and slips his hand down the front, testing him. Certainly his body was ready and willing to go, but he still wasn't convinced about the rest of him just yet.

Lucas leans into Lloyd's touch and decides fuck it, I'm not backing out now. He pulls the engie in for another deep kiss and puts one hand on his hip.

Lloyd has to balance himself as best he can, leaning in is...awkward...to say the least. Still, it'd been a long time since anyone had gotten this close to him, who wanted it. He moans deep in this throat, still groping and massaging at his cock, and tries to coax him to lay down onto the cot.

Lucas moans deeply, starting to thrust into Lloyd's hand a little. He lies down, pulling Lloyd on top of him. He's not making any first moves as of yet, but the nerves are slowly fading. He slides the hand on Lloyd's hip down a bit, so he's nearly cupping his ass.

Lloyd allows himself to lay across Lucas's body, practically trapping his own erection against his, letting him grind against him for a bit. Every once in a while, the thought of how he shouldn't be doing this comes up, but it's silenced by the sound of their heavy breathing and soft moaning. He's afraid to say anything in case it snaps Lucas out of the trance he was in.

Lucas thinks it's kind of weird, having someone pressed against him without boobs and with-oh hey okay that's an erection. He's not going to judge, he's got one too, but he's used to being the only one. At this point he can't really bring himself to care and grinds up against Lloyd, biting his lip a little from time to time.

Lloyd smiles to himself and exhales in a long sigh. Just that slight friction was enough to send little sparks through him, and he really wanted nothing more than for Lucas to just take him and pound him into the bed, but he'd have to see. He sits up, and decides to continue with what he was intending in the first place, and goes to kneel between his legs, working his pants down as he moved.

Lucas bucks up and moans disappointedly when Lloyd isn't there anymore. He opens an eye and sits up on his elbows, and when he notices Lloyd between his legs he understands. "Oh. Well that's- that's perfectly alright." He blushes, his entire face turning red as a tomato. The thought of what was going to happen already makes him moan softly.

Lloyd smiles to himself. Despite the drunken haziness, Lucas' body still reacted strongly to his touch. He allows his hand to stroke him teasingly a few times, admiring the weight and girth of it in his hand, looking up from time to time to gauge the scout's reaction.

Lucas lets out a few muffled moans and looks down at Lloyd. It's not a very unattractive sight, he has to admit. His vision's a bit blurry, though, he's wearing his beer goggles. He smirks, and can't help but thrust upwards a little, looking for contact. He normally wouldn't react this heavily after so much to drink, but it's just been /so long/.

Lloyd drags his tongue along the head of his cock, noting that familiar salty taste in his mouth. He could still hear the voice of reason nagging at him, but he couldn't care less right now. Figuring he shouldn't tease the scout for too long, he takes him into his mouth, moaning softly around him as he moves.

Lucas lets his head fall back and bites his lower lip hard. "God, well, okay you're pretty good at that oh-" His sentence was cut short by a deep moan. He put one hand on Lloyd's head, not putting any pressure on it but just threading his fingers to his-Lucas noticed vaguely- /short/ hair, once more reminding him of the fact that it was indeed a guy that was on his cock at the moment. A smidge of doubt trickled into Lucas' befuzzled mind, but it was quickly erased when Lloyd did something extremely pleasant with his tongue.

Lloyd is more than pleased to hear that moan, though it seemed unusually loud in the dead silence of the garage. In a way the fear of getting caught only spurred him on more, his hands kneading Lucas's thighs as he worked him deeper and deeper into his mouth.

Lucas is very content in this position indeed-maybe a little too content. This was just a blowjob, he thought. If he was going to have drunken sex with another guy, he might as well do it right. He traced his fingers down to Lloyd's cheek and raised his head, kind of pulling the engineer up to him.

Lloyd is a little surprised by this gesture, and, perhaps a little confused, but he wanted to see where this goes. He crawls back onto the small cot, somewhat straddling him again until the two of them were face to face. "Lucas..." he murmurs. He wants to ask what he thinks he's doing, but it still too anxious to get the words out.

Lucas looks at Lloyd, flustered and confused. He breaks out in a sniggering laugh involuntarily. "Pffffshhhfht... I didn't think this through. Okay. Uh." Still grinning, he sits up and raises himself up on his knees. Because Lloyd was basically on his lap, this caused him to fall backwards and Lucas observes him thoughtfully. "Okay. How about..." He lies down on top of Lloyd ungracefully and starts kissing and biting at his neck.

Lucas is very content in this position indeed-maybe a little too content. This was just a blowjob, he thought. If he was going to have drunken sex with another guy, he might as well do it right. He traced his fingers down to Lloyd's cheek and raised his head, kind of pulling the engineer up to him.

Lloyd is a little surprised by this gesture, and, perhaps a little confused, but he wanted to see where this goes. He crawls back onto the small cot, somewhat straddling him again until the two of them were face to face. "Lucas..." he murmurs. He wants to ask what he thinks he's doing, but it still too anxious to get the words out.

Lucas looks at Lloyd, flustered and confused. He breaks out in a sniggering laugh involuntarily. "Pffffshhhfht... I didn't think this through. Okay. Uh." Still grinning, he sits up and raises himself up on his knees. Because Lloyd was basically on his lap, this caused him to fall backwards and Lucas observes him thoughtfully. "Okay. How about..." He lies down on top of Lloyd ungracefully and starts kissing and biting at his neck.

Lloyd barely had time to react to Lucas' change in positions, though that had a lot to do with the alcohol in his system. The feeling of Lucas' teeth digging into his skin did sober him up a bit, the pain mingling nicely with his own excitement. He clings tightly to the scout, clenching his hands in his hair as he groans out in pleasure.

Lucas starts stroking Lloyd's stomach and hips urgently, his hands trailing down to fumble with his pants buttons, always a tricky subject when drunk. When at last he manages to open Lloyd's trousers he shimmies them down and grabs his cock. It was, of course, different than holding his own, but not by much. He started stroking Lloyd in lack of something else to do; he had some ideas, but wasn't sure as to how he'd go around executing them.

Lloyd didn't expect him to dive into it so eagerly, considering how much distaste he vocalized before they'd started drinking, but he didn't dare complain. That nagging voice was all but silenced once his libido really started to kick in and he shamelessly tried to thrust into Lucas' hand. "C..come on, man...don't be afraid...do whatever you want..." he growls.

Lucas raises himself up on one elbow and pauses his movements. He looks extremely puzzled. "I'm not afraid, but... How do I- I mean, to start, I... Uh. Do I just.. Do I just like... put it in or how does this work."

Lloyd should have known, his own impatience made him forget that Lucas wasn't exactly experienced in this. He paws at his dresser drawer, pulling out a smallish tube of lubricant. It was mostly gone already. "Just...start off slow, okay?" he says, coating Lucas' erection with the remainder of it. He coaxes the scout off him for a moment, so he positions himself with his back to Lucas. Maybe this would be easier on the scout if he didn't have to look at a man's face while he was doing this for the first time.

Lucas stared at Lloyd's back for a moment, but grabs the tube without comments. He applies the liquid liberally to his member and, after a moment's reflection, slicks up Lloyd too by gently inserting a finger. Just to be safe.

Lloyd has to bite his lip to keep quiet. He was getting more and more impatient, and perhaps a little anxious about the idea of Lucas either sobering up too quickly, or of getting caught, but it was far too late to be having second thoughts now. He reaches back and grabs a hold of Lucas's hip, trying to coax him closer, "Just..slow...okay..?"

Lucas nods dumbly, and positions himself behind Lloyd, not even believing he's really doing this. When he slowly enters the engineer he bites his lip and is convinced that he's going to wake up tomorrow in his own bed, extremely confused but alone because nothing on earth could possibly feel this good. God, he'd missed being close to/inside of someone like this so much, it'd been much too long. After a few seconds he begins to move, thrusting in and out at a slow pace in the beginning, but speeds up pretty soon. He leans in low over Lloyd, planting wet kisses on his back and leaning his forehead between his shoulder-blades. The world was spinning.

Lloyd has to take a deep breath as he accommodates Lucas' size, he wasn't used to having a partner this much larger than him. Still, it felt amazing, all the tension and frustration he'd felt before seemed to melt away. Though he tried to still his moans and gasps it was impossible once Lucas had picked up speed, his cock moving so smoothly inside of him, sending little stars through his vision. His fingers dug almost cruelly hard into Lucas' hip, coaxing him to go deeper, harder.

Lucas thrusts into Lloyd with wild abandon, all restraints gone now. He moans and grunts shamelessly, not really paying attention to anything that's going on besides that he feels /good/, so /good/, and he steadies Lloyd by grabbing his hip and it occurs to him that maybe he should... Oh he doesn't know, /grab/ something. So he does. It feels really awkward, but he can't bring himself to care at all, just keeps going.

Lloyd is getting louder, and louder with ever second that passes. He didn't expect Lucas to be so... affectionate. His legs were starting to shake from the strain of holding himself up, and eventually had to brace one knee against the cot. His body was starting to tense in anticipation, and he's sure Lucas could feel it as well...

Lucas feels the familiar pressure build up inside him and knows he's not going to last that much longer. He thrusts hard and deep into Lloyd, every buck of his hips accompanied by a loud moan until he can't take it anymore and releases inside him with a sob of pleasure, riding out his orgasm

Lloyd can't hold back another second longer, not with him moaning so close to his ear, while fucking him so soundly. With a shudder, and a moan, he cums onto Lucas' hand as well as the sheets below him, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he tries to catch his breath again.

Lucas collapses on top of Lloyd, only reminding himself to roll off and to the side of him after a few moments. The maneuver only half-works, he finds himself still half on top of Lloyd. At least most of his weight is now on the mattress and not on the other man. He's too tired to care, alcohol and exertion finally catching up with him. "Wow..." he mumbles. "Wow. Okay. So that's what that's all about."

Lloyd laughs softly, "Yeah....it's not so bad, ja?" He was absolutely exhausted, and surprisingly, rather satisfied with the outcome. Lucas had surprised him in more ways than one, even while being utterly wasted. Still, he was far too tired to think about it, and crawls onto the cot to collapse, not bothering to finish getting undressed.

Lucas draped an arm over Lloyd, way too tired to realize who he was actually dealing with. He started to shift his leg, obviously moving to link it with Lloyd's, but stopped and withdrew it. Maybe because he realized that this was a man, or maybe because he felt something he wasn't comfortable with, something metal. He was already half-asleep when he murmured "Mmmnno... was pretty good, actually."

Lloyd smiles to himself when he hears those words, not even noticing the awkward attempt to link legs with him. He didn't care about anything else at that moment, and took little time to pass out completely. Tomorrow was going to be fun. 

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-	*Most of the time ~~you’ll find this guy smiling. Why? Because he~~ is happy to ~~be alive! Even when he’s~~ not ~~happy~~, ~~he’s probably smiling~~, ~~just to try~~ and ~~make himself feel better~~. He ~~sees everyday as~~ a ~~new and exciting start~~, and ~~no matter how badly the day goes~~, he ~~knows that tomorrow can only be better~~.	+	<b> [http://vocaroo.com/?media=vHcZ6G8AhIfwWAWkA / Here is a link for the Heard-of-Reading, or just plain lazy. Read to you By Robo-Craig.] </b> <br>
-	He ~~loves~~ to ~~observer~~ people ~~and the things around them~~, but ~~sometimes he get fixated on one thing and misses the larger picture~~. He wants to be a proper English gentleman (just like his father) and has fallen in love with the ideals of honour and playing fair. This however clouds his judgement and can leave him vulnerable at times, ~~epically~~ in the ~~amidst~~ of battle.	+	<br>
-	*Is apparently very scary when angry. Smiles sometimes whilst being angry. Bottles alot of ~~anger and things~~ that ~~irritate up~~, ~~so when~~ he does ~~let it out~~, ~~it's~~ the ~~CRAZY-BRITISH-BOTTLED-UP-RAGE-ALL-OVER-YOUR-FACE kind~~ of ~~rage~~.	+	Constantine, most of the time, is probably one of the most agreeable people on the whole team. Usually bright and happy, you rarely don’t see a smile on his face (whether it is a snarky grin or a charming smile depends if your being rude to him or not.) Quite determined, he rarely quits a goal when he set it. He’s polite, kind and he really just cares too much. (He is like a mother, seriously.) <br>
-	*Is apparently also a bit of a ~~creeper.~~	+	<br>
-	*Is quick to tell the truth about a situation, ~~but can easily lie if something is meant to be~~ a ~~secret or~~ it ~~means to~~ not ~~distress someone~~. (i.e. ~~When he's in pain, ect.)~~<~~strike~~> ~~He could be missing an arm~~, ~~bleeding everywhere and he'll brush it off "It's~~ just a ~~flesh wound~~.~~" ~~~<~~/strike~~>	+	He is always observing people and their habits, which he later notes down in a journal. He claims that it is for the mere fact that he is preparing to become a detective when he’s older. Some people claim it is for blackmail, but those people are crazy.<br>
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		+	He wants to be a proper English gentleman (just like his father) and has fallen in love with the ideals of honour and playing fair. This however, clouds his judgement and can leave him vulnerable at times, especially in the midst of battle. Also, this ideal of <i>‘What is fair?’</i> has also lead him to believe that if someone has wronged you, you must get them back. This however, leads to some disastrous outcomes, which he mostly feels terrible for afterwards and apologies right away.<br>
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		+	He does get angry, but he tends to bottle up ‘For the good of the team.’ But when the ‘Cork of Patients’ pops from his ‘Almost bottomless bottle of Tolerance’, a hot, bubbly substance known as ‘British Rage’ bursts forth, dousing its victim and everything around it in a wave of fistycuffs, table flipping, scathing comments and just plain old scowling. Some find it amusing when it’s not directed at them. Others dread and even <i>fear</i> it when it is. Most just find it an annoyance. <br>
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		+	Overall, Constantine is just a bit of an oddball. <br>
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	==Physical Description==		==Physical Description==
	*Tall, with a slim, muscular build. Dark brown skin, light browny/green eyes and a large amount of afro.		*Tall, with a slim, muscular build. Dark brown skin, light browny/green eyes and a large amount of afro.

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-	[[Category:~~YourCharacter'sClass~~]]	+	[[Category:Pyro]]

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HunterV — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 13:09:14 GMT

uploaded "[[File:HunterBioThing.png]]" Blah Blah Pyro Blah

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Hunter

HunterV — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 13:04:24 GMT

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	==Physical Description==		==Physical Description==
-	~~---~~	+	Brown untamed hair<br>
		+	Green eyes<br>
		+	Scar across left cheek and half down neck<br>
		+	[just basic filler right now I'll be more descriptive when I have the time to actually think how words work.]<br>

	==History==		==History==
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	==Strengths==		==Strengths==
-	~~---~~	+	Good at close range fighting.<br>
		+	Light equipment, easier to move about.<br>

	==Weaknesses==		==Weaknesses==
-	~~---~~	+	Poor aiming.<br>
		+	Tacticly slow.<br>
		+	Low pain tolerance.<br>

Jeremy

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	'''Player:''' Slim [[User:---\|---]]<br>		'''Player:''' Slim [[User:---\|---]]<br>
	'''Name:''' Jeremiah Fergus(on)<br>		'''Name:''' Jeremiah Fergus(on)<br>
-	'''Nicknames:''' Jeremy, Jer, Jerm, Jerry, Jimmy, Jer Jer Binks<br>	+	'''Nicknames:''' Jeremy, Jer, Jerm, Jerry, Jimmy, Jeronimo, Jer Jer Binks<br>
	'''Meaning:''' "God Will uplift"<br>		'''Meaning:''' "God Will uplift"<br>
	'''Gender:''' Male<br>		'''Gender:''' Male<br>

Hunter

HunterV — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 12:49:40 GMT

Created page with '__NOTOC__ OHGDWHATAMIDOING?!IDON'TUNDERSTANDANYOFTHIS! '''Player:''' Vic HunterV is still figuring this out... '''Name:''' Jame...'

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'''Player:''' Vic [[User:HunterV|HunterV]] is still figuring this out... 
'''Name:''' James Ram 
'''Nicknames:''' Hunter, JamJam 
'''Meaning:''' --- 
'''Gender:''' Male 
'''Status:''' ...uh 
'''Sexuality:''' --- 
'''Age:''' 28 
'''Nationality:''' American 
'''Build:''' Average 
'''Height:''' 5'8" 
'''Weight:''' --- 

'''Team:''' RED 
'''Job Class:''' Pyro 

'''Parents:''' --- 
'''Siblings:''' --- 
'''Theme Song:''' --- 

==Personality==
---

==Physical Description==
---

==History==
---

==Strengths==
---

==Weaknesses==
---

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[[Category:YourCharacter'sFirstName]]
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User:HunterV

HunterV — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 12:25:06 GMT

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Artist Info

Renrun — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 09:39:00 GMT

Renrun:

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	[[Image:Mahface.JPG\|160px\|thumb\|I am reading whoa]]		[[Image:Mahface.JPG\|160px\|thumb\|I am reading whoa]]
	'''Alias'''<br>		'''Alias'''<br>
-	Jax Rainer, JTR, Rerun, ~~Rewind~~ <br>	+	Jax Rainer, JTR, Rerun, Ren<br>
	'''Gallery'''<br>		'''Gallery'''<br>
	[http://jaxrainer.deviantart.com/ DeviantArt]<br>		[http://jaxrainer.deviantart.com/ DeviantArt]<br>
		+	[http://www.unowen.net/tegaki/uentries.php?u=52195 Tegaki]<br>
	'''Characters'''<br>		'''Characters'''<br>
-	[[Troy ~~Fallon~~]]<br>	+	[[Troy]]<br>
	<br><br><br><br><br>		<br><br><br><br><br>

Troy Fallon

Renrun — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 09:36:11 GMT

moved [[Troy Fallon]] to [[Troy]]

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Troy Fallon

Renrun — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 09:35:46 GMT

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	'''Name:''' Troy Fallon<br>		'''Name:''' Troy Fallon<br>
	'''Meaning:''' fail ancient city<br>		'''Meaning:''' fail ancient city<br>
-	'''Nicknames:''' <br>	+	'''Nicknames:'''that idiot, retarded puppy<br>
	'''Gender:''' male<br>		'''Gender:''' male<br>
	'''Status:''' oblivious<br>		'''Status:''' oblivious<br>
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	'''Parents:''' Mr. & Mrs. George Fallon<br>		'''Parents:''' Mr. & Mrs. George Fallon<br>
-	'''Siblings:''' Cain Fallon, Mira Fallon<br>	+	'''Siblings:''' Dr. Cain Fallon, Mira Fallon<br>
	<br>		<br>

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	==Physical Description==		==Physical Description==
	Troy has short, black hair that sticks up in the front and dark brown eyes. His nose is rather large and he is very sensitive about this. He is physically strong enough that no one makes fun of him, but not so strong that he can brag about it. He is fairly tall and lean, but otherwise unremarkable physically.		Troy has short, black hair that sticks up in the front and dark brown eyes. His nose is rather large and he is very sensitive about this. He is physically strong enough that no one makes fun of him, but not so strong that he can brag about it. He is fairly tall and lean, but otherwise unremarkable physically.
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	==History==		==History==
-	Troy was the second son of George and Jane Fallon (~~I guess~~ he~~'d be~~ born in 1938); his father was a collge professor. Both of Troy's parents were fairly eccentric and named their children accordingly ~~- they thought it was cute to name their first son Cain, but when Troy came along they decided not to take any chances~~. Troy grew up in an average suburban home, got his own bicycle, went on family road trips, and generally had a normal childhood. He was popular in high school and had lots of friends, and occasionally got into trouble but never for anything too serious. After graduation, Troy hopped from job to job, often disappointed and never quite satisfied - he'd call up old school friends to help him find work. Eventually he found an ad for a job with RED and decided to apply.	+	Troy was the second son of George and Jane Fallon (he was born in 1938); his father was a collge professor and his mother a homemaker. Both of Troy's parents were fairly eccentric and named their three children accordingly. Troy grew up in an average middle-class suburban home, got his own bicycle, went on a few family road trips, and generally had a normal childhood. He was popular in high school and had lots of friends, average grades, and occasionally got into trouble but never for anything too serious. He was part of the football team but never left the bench, he forgot a lot of homework, and he wrote the initials of girls he liked in his class notes. After graduation, Troy hopped from job to job, often disappointed and never quite satisfied - he'd call up old school friends to help him find work. Eventually he found an ad for a job with RED and decided to apply, not really aware of what he was getting into.

	Troy's older brother Cain is a very successful medical doctor, and never lets Troy forget it. His younger sister Mira is in college, and studying medicine as well.		Troy's older brother Cain is a very successful medical doctor, and never lets Troy forget it. His younger sister Mira is in college, and studying medicine as well.
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	If you get mad at him, he will hide under the nearest table.		If you get mad at him, he will hide under the nearest table.

		+	Troy has two little nephews (his brother's sons). Their names are James and John, and they love when he comes to babysit because then they can get away with things that their parents would never let them do in a million years.
		+
		+	Yes, he has had a girlfriend before. No, I have no idea how that happened.

	==Relationships==		==Relationships==

La Von Parker

Foxygirlchan — Mon, 06 Sep 2010 08:53:49 GMT

Relationships:

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	==Relationships==		==Relationships==
-	[[image:6-29-~~2009 2;45;47 AM~~.~~JPG~~\|thumb\|~~Playing cards and acid trips~~]]	+	[[image:127960074545-4145.png\|thumb\|They're all healthy]]
		+	[[image:127517599430-84943.png\|thumb\| :U]]
		+	[[image:128179059879-100342.png\|thumb\| Best Friends]]
		+	[[image:128289430489-11274.png\|thumb\| ]]
		+
	<br>		<br>
	'''BLU'''		'''BLU'''
	<br><br>		<br><br>

-	[[Courtney Huff]]: ~~LaVon warmed up to the girl very quickly~~, ~~since~~ she was the ~~first black member~~ to BLU ~~other than herself~~. ~~Feels comfortable around her~~, ~~and~~ is ~~envious~~ that she ~~was able~~ to ~~finish college~~.<br>	+	[[Asher]]: He's my boss. Efficient and deadly... and frightening.
		+
		+	[[Courtney Huff]]: She's great, very strong willed girl who helps me through things. Don't know why she puts up with me. She with Constantine yet?<br>
		+
		+	[[Constantine]]: Oh, yeah, he's a nice guy. I guess. Needs to stop hanging around bad influences.<br>
		+
		+	[[Lloyd]]: <strike>Thought he was foolish for having a friendship with a RED (Harvey) but when he confronted her about it, he made her realize that the friendship they had was a very valuable asset to BLU. She doesn't trust him completely, but is convinced that he wouldn't betray RED. Thinks he's a decent chap otherwise. (don't want to get rid of this :B )</strike> I don't like that he's fraternizing with the enemy, but I trust him... for now.
		+
		+	[[Hahana Atamatea]]: Where is she? I miss her.<br>
		+
		+	[[Maxwell]]: ... Is he ok? Does he need something to eat? No? Ok. <br>
		+
		+	[[Dioge Skywater]]: Needs to stop being so bashful. You're not embarassed by me are you? <br>
		+
		+	[[Glen]]: Thanks for the parts.<br>
		+
		+	[[Kalina]]: Thanks for the parts. You ok?<br>
		+
		+	[[Tim]]: Is currently teaching me how to aim. He's got great cooking, and loves to share it with me.
		+
		+	[[Robbie]]: His work ethic is impressive. His personality... not so much.

-	[[~~Constantine~~]]: ~~Thinks he's rather silly, never having encountered anyone like him~~. ~~He's nice to her though, so she doesn't mind him~~. ~~Is apparently a new sparring partner and has told her he'd get her a saxophone~~. ~~She doesn~~'t ~~believe him, but thinks it's sweet all the same. She secretly thinks he'd look cute with Courtney~~.~~<br>~~	+	[[Felix]]: ... Don't get into /too/ much trouble.

-	[[~~Lloyd~~]]: ~~Thought he was foolish for having a friendship with a RED (Harvey) but when he confronted her about it, he made her realize that the friendship they had was a very valuable asset to BLU~~. ~~She doesn't trust him completely~~, ~~but is convinced that he wouldn't betray RED. Thinks~~ he's ~~a decent chap otherwise~~.	+	[[Jaume]]: He's alright... Ok fine, he's nice.

-	[[~~Hahana Atamatea~~]]: ~~LaVon feels very comfortable around Hahana, almost feeling like a big sister especially after coming to her aid when she was~~ on ~~an acid trip~~. ~~<br>~~	+	[[Andy]]: He's on fire~ Needs to stop letting his hair grow out so much too. Also, both comments are unrelated.

-	[[~~Maxwell~~]]: ~~Was actually warming up~~ to ~~the guy, unusual because he's white~~. ~~:\| However, things turned bleak for their friendship after Maxwell, being the smooth talker that he is, believes he's complimenting La Von when he insults her race~~. ~~She's still bitter about it, but can't bring herself~~ to ~~hate him (since she did get revenge by pushing~~ him ~~down the stairs)~~.~~<br>~~	+	[[Theodore]]: What a terrible man. He has no reason to be insulting everyone... Someone needs to put him in his place.

-	[[~~Dioge Skywater~~]]: ~~Thinks he~~'s ~~too bashful. Played cards with him once. Reminds her of her brother~~. ~~<br>~~	+	[[Keifer]]: Damn whitey frenchie. Who are you even trying to impress - it's dangerous to have a head that big.

-	[[~~Glen~~]]: He'~~s pretty nervous, thinks he's a little silly~~. ~~Gave her parts of a medigun so she's on good terms with him~~.~~<br>~~	+	[[Vic]]: Spawn camping teammate. I think we'll get along just fine. He has candy too.

-	~~[[Kalina]]: Thinks she's a little spontaneous but doesn't consider it a bad thing. Gave her parts of a medipack, so she's on good terms with her.<br>~~<br>	+	<br>
	<br>		<br>

	Although she tries her hardest to ignore REDs outside of battle, it seems she does come in contact with a few.<br><br>		Although she tries her hardest to ignore REDs outside of battle, it seems she does come in contact with a few.<br><br>

-	[[O'hannigan]]: ~~Hates him because she believes he gave Hahana LSD. Helped in killing him. She beats him up at every possible moment~~.<br>	+	[[O'hannigan]]: Get outta here or I'll bop you one.<br>

-	[[Sophia]]: ~~Hates her because she's on RED and not much else~~. ~~Dislikes the fact she would probably be her friend had she not been on a separate team~~.<br>	+	[[Sophia]]: ... Hngh.<br>

-	[[Troy Fallon]]: ~~APPARENTLY LAVON IS HIS BEST FRIEND~~. ~~LaVon does not approve~~	+	[[Troy Fallon]]: I think he might be mental, y'know. Thinks I'm his friend...

-	[[Bonnie]]: ~~Does not like her at all. Wants her~~ to ~~stop coming over to BLU base all nonchalantly. Fought Eyelander to Eyelander once and won, then lost.~~	+	[[Bonnie]]: That harlot? What more is there to be said?

	[[Glad]]: Woah, take some Ridilin girl.		[[Glad]]: Woah, take some Ridilin girl.