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Post by แดแดสสษชsแด on Jan 31, 2017 11:19:02 GMT -5
โGunman? It suits you,โ answered Jay, though he soon furrowed his eyebrows and rubbed the back of his neck as if realizing something. โI donโt mean that in a negative way - itโs just pretty neat that you are one for Veil,โ he finally said a little sheepishly. Thankfully Louis seemed prideful and confident of the title, and though Jay hadnโt seen his skills yet, he didnโt doubt the manโs deadly accuracy.
โWeโll all be counting on you to have our back. Iโve been trained to fight to some extent, but I canโt shoot very well.โ And he really couldnโt. His agility and basic knowledge of hand-to-hand combat made him more of a physical attacker, if anything, though he was nothing - nothing compared to the muscle of the group, Cam. He was sure that the fierce and beautiful fighter would be able to knock him flat on his back in just a few seconds, especially given his similar height with her.
Thinking about itโฆ wasnโt there a shooting range nearby? If Jay could learn a thing or two about how to shoot efficiently and give support to the group without getting in their way, he would take it and heโd practice over and over until he got it right. Especially since it seemed that if he was tasked with sabotaging other vehicles, he would have to learn how to take much better care of himself out on a mission to stay alive. And the last thing he wanted to do was bring someone with him and get them killed all because he couldnโt shoot properly. He was determined to not let that happen, as impossible as it sounded. Heโd spend the entire day at the shooting range practicing if he had to. Taking a small step to improvement was better than taking none, as tedious and gruelling as it could be.
With that aside, it wasnโt hard for him to imagine Louis with narrowed eyes as he held a gun steadily, aiming a target whatever it may be. Finger over the trigger, waiting, as if he were a large, sleek predator waiting to pounce. Louis was tall and sturdily built with well toned muscles, not to mention that he seemed to be a man with many scars. It was hard to tell if he had more, since the visible ones were on his hands, and one near his temple. The concept of fighting really did fit him well. Then again, he could have worked as a model - he had the looks down along with the charm. Strange how he hadnโt chosen the path of being one, Jay thought.
He withdrew his hand so that it was resting next to his side once again, the other still gripped around his bag. โWell,โ he answered with a small crooked smile. โYes. Something of the sort. I was born here but my familyโฆ theyโre a bit of a different story. Most of them still live in Korea.โ The faces of a few of his relatives flashed past head, though his thoughts didnโt linger too much on their faces. He couldnโt remember them very clearly, since they were pixelated blurs of color in his head. โI lived with them for a little while, though. That might explain how I got here in the first place with the whole โdo something important and make us proud or sinkโ mentality they had.โ
He wasnโt usually this talkative or open, so it surprised himself when he realised that he was speaking more than usual. It seemed that Louisโ playful and friendly demeanour was quite infectious, despite the small distance that he thought he had placed. But aside from Louisโ demeanour, he was genuinely interested in learning more about everyone in Veil. Justโฆ perhaps not let them get too close to himself. It was contradictory for him to think like this, and he understood that it was.
That didnโt stop him from being tempted to call the older and taller individual โModel Louโ just once (that wasn't a reference to something, was it? There were so many things nowadays where putting two words together could mean something disastrous), though Jay wasnโt quite sure why he wanted to.
โEnough about me,โ he said with a small wave of his hand, changing the subject as subtly as he could. โTell me a little bit about you, Louis.โ
[ also sorry if this reply seems a little scrambled itโs over 1am over here and i canโt think straight xcx ]
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Post by intentional on Jan 31, 2017 11:53:34 GMT -5
Louis Emmeric Henley ;;
He grinned at Jayโs confirmation and nodded along to his words. It was true. Lou was the one that they all had to trust to have their backs. Heโd be the one that was in on the action from a distance. It was his job to make sure there were no bad guys around when they did their job. That weight had always been on his shoulders since day one and hasnโt gone away since his honorable discharge. He always had that sense of protectiveness, and after Mango died, itโd sort of shimmied away. But with Veil, Louis had found his spirit and he was so glad to be in a team again, despite all the hardships and death heโd faced so many times.
He listened to Jayโs explanation about his family, and it seemed like he didnโt remember them very well (or chose not to remember) and his response was short. He understood the mentality. Both of his parents had the mentality of โyou have to make us proud โ I didnโt raise you to become a slobโ and thatโs what prompted him to join the Navy after he finished his bachelorโs. He worked hard, but he also liked to fool around (his parents just saw the obnoxious part of him too much).
He returned to present day when Jay asked him a question.
A little bit about myself? What was there to know?
โWell, I am Korean as well. Half.โ Louis clarified. โI speak three languages, went to college, joined the Navy, became a Navy SEAL, then joined Veil.โ He answered.
He shrugged. He didnโt really know what else to tell him (or the others) without really telling them all the nitty gritty details. And although Louis seemed like a carefree, confident person, he liked to have some privacy, especially about himself. Heโd read his files before, and they had almost all the information he had except for his childhood. That was one thing that he made sure wasnโt going to be on any file. And he really didnโt know any of them well, although he was making connections with Jay. Still, it didnโt hurt to be cautious, at least in the beginning.
If they wanted to know more, then theyโd have to be willing to share the same amount, if not more, with him. That was in good enough reason โ with this job, they were better safe than sorry when revealing personal information to others, especially in a group. He didnโt know all of them, and he didnโt know if he was going to get along with all of them. Groups tended to be tricky this way, and after his stunt in the SEALs, he learned better.
โHowโd you become a mechanic? Not that itโs badโ my uncle was one. I can see you doing your job quite well, actually.โ Lou said, looking at the shorter man.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 18:51:26 GMT -5
( his middle name is actually kareem /also shot/ omg !! i struggle w/ expressions (mostly bc i have problems w/ recognising them) so seeing someone who's good @ expressive faces is nice! omg, everyone has to improve (e.g: i gotta learn proportions n consistency and also shading, shading would be good) - and youre def rly good already ! i am dead im sure you didnt ! )
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Post by LโEฬแดสแดษดษขแดส on Jan 31, 2017 18:54:05 GMT -5
I'm choking lmao I just heard the best convo in my class. "Do you think we're going to learn anything today?" "I hope not."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 19:05:40 GMT -5
me 2 @ the person who said that
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Post by intentional on Jan 31, 2017 19:41:17 GMT -5
that's me everyday during stats uguguuguggghghhhhhh why is math so fREAKING HARD
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Post by แดแดสสษชsแด on Jan 31, 2017 20:27:53 GMT -5
tove kareem jasper /shot again thank you papers rlly that's rlly rlly nice of you ;; let's improve in proportions and consistency and shading together (': we shall overcome that hard stuff bleugh they shall be turned around
same here math will be the death of me /rolls/
i'll try to get a reply in soon ; i'm writing smth bit by bit cause i'm in school
why won't school just let me write freely
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 21:12:03 GMT -5
Sorry that I haven't been on lately guys! I have had the flu for the last few days and I've felt awful. I'll try to get a reply up soon, but I don't know how long it will be. :/)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 21:25:24 GMT -5
tove kareem jasper [finger guns] i also gotta work on anatomy but lsiten its okay everything's fine
i hate math so i usually ignore it oops
its okay, star
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Post by LโEฬแดสแดษดษขแดส on Jan 31, 2017 23:30:14 GMT -5
lmao I love that u guys loved that convo as much as I did. Maybe I can also relay this one I heard one time in the TSU Theater screen display says "Titan Piazza" girl to friend, "Oh my god, I'm not going to walk all the way to the Titan... Pie-zza. Or Pizzah. Or however that's pronounced."
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Post by LโEฬแดสแดษดษขแดส on Jan 31, 2017 23:34:07 GMT -5
Sorry that I haven't been on lately guys! I have had the flu for the last few days and I've felt awful. I'll try to get a reply up soon, but I don't know how long it will be. :/) omg dude, I hope u feel better!
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Post by Salted Squid on Feb 1, 2017 1:01:06 GMT -5
We all be sick with flu x.x I felt better yesterday but today I feel sick again I'll try to get something up soon but idk
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Post by แดแดสสษชsแด on Feb 1, 2017 9:38:03 GMT -5
jaja everything will work out somehow
u have/hear very interesting conversations, xia cx
get some rest guys and take care.. i hope that you guys feel better soon :c
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Post by แดแดสสษชsแด on Feb 1, 2017 9:38:16 GMT -5
โAh, about thatโฆโ The question wasnโt supposed to be something particularly surprising (and any sarcastic individual in his position could have easily remarked the actual procedure of how to become a mechanic), and yet, there the mechanic of Veil stood with his head slightly lowered and his brown eyes briefly trailing off in the distance in thought. Perhaps it was just because of the lighting, but he looked like he was stuck on the middle line of being thoughtful and embarrassed simultaneously. It was as if he was remembering something nice - something that was out of reach now, but still remained in his mind. โIt all started off with my father.โ
He wasnโt all that certain if Louis really wanted to hear the details. It wasnโt all that interesting, and personally Jay didnโt find himself all that intriguing. He was a twenty nine year old Korean with typical black hair and dark brown eyes that just so happened to give him a nickname little did he know that heโd secretly earned one from Sigmund as well. But Louis had listened to the explanation of his family quite attentively, and it encouraged him to speak. โHe was a kind man who loved all cars. But we couldnโt afford the one heโd dreamt of driving since we didnโt have that much money on our hands. Flying back over to America wasnโt really an easy thing for us to accomplish.โ He lowered the arm that had been holding onto his bag and let it rest next to his side. โHe sacrificed a lot of things that he wanted to do just to raise me in America. He was the kind of person who took us across the entire country rather than forcing me to sit in a cramped space with forty other students to study eight hours a day or so. In any caseโฆโ Jayโs voice trailed off a little, as if he were having a hard time trying to find the right words and not to dull Louisโ interest at the same time.
โI wanted to get him the car that he wanted after all he did for me. And in order to do that, I had to study hard and get a โgoodโ job, as they usually sayโฆ you know, the usual. Things didnโt turn out all that smoothly after his loss, though, and afterwards I found myself trying to become a mechanic despite what my relatives wanted.โ He raked his hand through his tousled inky black hair, his brown eyes distant, lost in memory before returning back to how they had been. It admittedly made him feel strange when he was busying himself with the vehicles - on one hand he wanted to never look at the things his father had often spoken of when they were eating ice cream on a hot saturday night down by a familiar shop or when they would lazily sit on the couch only to talk for hours. Yet at the same time, he felt drawn to the process of fixing them.
โThat probably didnโt make too much sense all together. I hope I didnโt bore you,โ he added with the slight and easygoing crooked tug of his lips. He didnโt want to make Louis feel uncomfortable or make the gunman feel like he had to say something in regards of what heโd just spoken of. Maybe Jay was being too trusting with the much taller guy, but Louis didnโt strike him as someone who would do something with the knowledge.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 0:02:32 GMT -5
i should probably think of a first mission for them all (':
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 0:40:15 GMT -5
As Cam watched Sigmund and Rabbit walk away, she slung her camo duffle bag over her shoulder, ready to leave as well. She took a good look around, her eyes scanning the people, the furniture, the pictures on the wall. It seemed like a place that she could call home for the next couple of months, but knew better than to get too attached. The Tank swept past the living room, one hand running along the plush chairs and the soft blankets draped over them, the other wrapped tightly around the strap of her duffle. She left the living room and her teammates behind quickly, and sought out the room that she would call 'hers' for the remainder of her time in Veil.
There were six rooms, five open doors and one shut. It didn't take her long to figure out that the room with the shut door was Tove's. Cam peaked her head into each room and found that they were almost identical in structure and space. She puckered her lips, "Which one, which one?" Shrugging, she picked the one on the corner and flipped the light switch to examine the room more carefully. The white walls jumped out at her as the lights came on. Above her, the fan buzzed as it began to spin. A medium sized bed sat in the corner, and Cam threw her duffle onto the mattress. She unzipped the bag and thrust her hands into the pile of clothes that she had hastily thrown together the night before (she might have forgotten to pack until last night), and began to pull them out. Upon opening the closet, she found that there were at least a dozen hangers, and soon her bag was empty and the closet was full. She stored her extra pair of tennis shoes on the floor and tossed the empty, shell of a duffle into the corner before closing the door with a satisfied sigh.
Cam stepped back and flopped down onto the bed with all the grace of a new born baby elephant. Arms spread and tank top riding up, she exhauled loudly, "You can do this, Cam. They're people. You like people. You'll like them. This will be simple." She had always been a people person so talking and getting to know the men and woman she would be with for the next few months couldn't be that hard, right? She worried her bottom lip. What if they hated her? What if she didn't like them? She turned over onto her stomach and groaned. Honestly, she had thought that everything would be a piece of cake, that once she had laid eyes on them, everything would be easy. The others had seemed so naturally friendly; she was someone that you had to get to know in order to like. Cam truly hoped that she hadn't alienated herself by rushing to her room.
Cam sat up and tugged her tank back down to cover her stomach. She shook her head and slapped her cheeks to snap herself out of the stupid musings. There was no point in worrying. Either they liked her or they didn't. End of story. She took a deep breath and after she felt like herself again, she got up off the bed. Slipping her shoes off and placing them by the door, she exited her room and shut the door behind her. The Muscle of the group made a beeline for the kitchen as she was feeling a little peckish and passed the two men who were still taking. She, not one to easedrop, ignored them.
The kitchen was cooler than she thought that it would be and her feet sighed in relief when they touched the cool tiles. Tove was the first thing she noticed as she walked into the room, and as much as she tried to ignore him as well, his presence was suffocating. He commanded the room without any effort; for a second, Cam thought he would make a good Drill Sergant. She sighed and put her back to the counter. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing would come out. Why was he so intimidating? She was taller than him, probably more adept in combat then him, had just as many scars as he did. There was no reason for her to be intimidated other than the fact that he was her superior. Or maybe it was the way he held himself. It wasn't clear, but she did know she had to say something or else she would look like an idiot, "Do we have any tea?"
She kept her face flat to keep him from seeing how embarrassed she was at the moment. So it wasn't the best opening question. It could have been worse she guessed.
(This is so bad and all over the place. XD Sorry guys!)
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Post by intentional on Feb 2, 2017 1:15:24 GMT -5
Louis Emmeric Henley ;;
Louis felt guilty for asking the question as Bambi Rabbit had trailed off his response before responding again. Oh shoot, did I ask a sensitive question? Sometimes I talk too much โ But Jay began to talk, and the uneasy feeling became less intense as Lou listened to the manโs story.
It was a sweet story, a similar story that resonated with Lou and his familyโs past as immigrants. As Jay talked more, Lou realized that he and Rabbit were similar somewhat in their situation. Both had immigrant parents, and both sons felt a sense of duty to repay their parents back for all that theyโd sacrificed to give them opportunities. And similarly, Jay had experienced opposition in his profession to become a mechanic, just as Louโs mother was very adamant on him signing up for the Navy. But Louis had done it anyways, and his sister Agnes had followed his footsteps and died, and he knew his parents felt some sort of resentment towards their only son because of that although they never said anything about it. He could feel it, and he could read them too โ no wonder they had an estranged relationship.
All the talk about family made Lou miss his baby sister. He missed her cheeky smile, her witty comebacks, and more importantly, he missed the way she made him feel like he was loved unconditionally. He loved his sister with all his heart, sometimes, he thought, even more than his own two parents. And then she died, and Lou was lost. He tried to find love through his dog, Mango, but she died as well. And he felt lonely and empty. His parents were never the same after Agnesโs death, and Lou could never have a long-term relationship with his job, so he was alone.
Truly and utterly alone.
As Jay finished his story, Lou found himself snapping out of his sappy trance as he smiled reassuringly at the smaller man.
โIt wasnโt boring. In fact, thatโs similar to how I ended up here too. Your father seemed like a very honorable and kind man." Louis said.
He turned from Jayโs face to scan the houseโs surroundings. He briefly saw Cam go into one of the rooms that she claimed as hers, and pointed towards the rooms.
โWant to go claim a room before all the good ones are taken?โ Louis asked, changing the conversation a little bit. He appreciated Jay for sharing such intimate details with him, and Lou began to realize that they were going to be close, whether they all wanted to or not. It was inevitable with such a small team like this, working together 24/7. He realized that itโd only be fair to the others if he were as vulnerable as they were with him. That gave Louis a sense of loyalty to his new teammates and he felt both a twinge of nervousness along with his excitement to get everything started.
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Post by แดแดสสษชsแด on Feb 2, 2017 11:04:46 GMT -5
a safe deadly mission cx
Jay was both relieved and appreciative of Louisโs response - thankfully heโd been right about his previous thoughts regarding the tall individual. It did pull a string of curiosity in his head when he heard how theyโd ended up in Veil similarly, though he decided that it would be best not to ask at the moment. If Louis wanted to reveal something about himself, Jay would rather much have him speak when he wanted to, just as he had (and if he didnโt want to, that was completely fine, too. Whatever worked for the gunman, really).
โThat would probably be good idea,โ he answered with a small nod of his head as his warm dark brown eyes trailed over to where the rooms were located. He was just about to walk when he saw the Tank open the door and leave, this time without her duffle in her hand. He blinked once and decided not to call out after her. After all, sheโd moved much too fast for him - if heโd called out to her, she probably wouldnโt have even heard him. He wondered briefly how he'd get along with her - he wasn't quite certain of what kind of individual she was just yet.
The dynamic of the group would, he thought to himself, be quite riveting from all he'd seen so far.
His focus returned back to the four remaining rooms. His eyes swept over how they were arranged, and (as he'd been expecting) noted that they looked almost identical to each other with white walls, a fan, and a simple mattress. The simplicity reminded him a little of his own room, though it had always been so much more messy with deliately crafted souvenirs decorated along the walls. No matter how many times he cleaned it, it always managed to become messy in just a matter of days. Eventually he'd given up on putting effort to making his room tidy and had settled with constantly messy instead. He remmebered his parents shaking their heads at him when he was much younger, back in high school perhaps, hunched over a desk with a pencil. "It's like a tornado struck your room," he heard an exasperated voice in his head, one he'd heard so often when he'd been much younger, when things hadn't spiraled down just yet.
"I think I'm going to settle on this one," he with a small inclination of his head. Not that Louis was probably interested, but it seemed strange if he remained silent at the same time. He'd chosen the room that remained at the opposite end of where Cam's was. He was fond of corners, but he was also fond of being able to leave his room to quickly access the rest of the house. He had a feeilng that he'd be outside in the living room quite often in the night later on with a book in his hand. He'd probably read it over ten times now, and he was certain that he could reite chunks of text from it. But a good book was always good, no matter how many times he had already read it. Besides... as embarrassing as it was, he had a feeling that he would need the distraction and the quiet.
Before he pushed open the door, he glanced over at Louis and rubbed the back of his neck. "Thanks for listening back there." Goodness, he still couldn't get rid of the habit of wanting to say ์ ๋ถํํด even when knowing that it was phrased a little oddly when translated - please take good care of me? It was just supposed to be simutaneously requesting, apologizing, expressing thanks, and showing good will while also saying something along the lines of I'm looking forward to work with you. How was he supposed to phrase that?
"Maybe you can teach me to shoot some time."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 21:22:27 GMT -5
i should probably think of a first mission for them all (': Yay!! I'm excited for the missions.)
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Post by Salted Squid on Feb 2, 2017 22:03:41 GMT -5
A mission might be nice, as I literally cannot think of anything for Skylar rn x.x))
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Post by intentional on Feb 2, 2017 22:07:16 GMT -5
the deadliest of deadly missions
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2017 0:41:41 GMT -5
omg i'll reply soon ? probably once my painkillers kick in @ star
i've got a mission up - it's a little EH but it's ok it'll do for a first mission tove will announce it once everyone has their rooms and stuff !
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2017 1:22:53 GMT -5
It was hard to deny that it was surreal to have people moving around the cabin again; he could hear them, and he wondered vaguely if two bathrooms would be enough. It would have to be. These were professionals; though he remembered his old team and the fights that ensued. There had always been some unspoken thing where Tove would kick their a**es if they kicked him out of the bathroom in the morning, but he'd ended up throwing down with some of them anyway. There had been one night where he, Jamie, and Charlotte had all ended up in a dogpile, with Emmett pinning them down. The other two had watched and laughed at them, and had then gone on to use the bathrooms themselves.
But these people aren't close to me, these people barely know me and they don't know each-other.
He could tell that to himself as much as he wanted to, but the fact remained that he hadn't know the original five, either. When you saved other people's lives so often, it became near impossible to not care about them. Tove shifted his weight slightly and exhaled slowly through his nose, considering what he could do next. His phone buzzed again but this time he ignored it, instead choosing to keep it where it was charging. The place was clean; he very rarely kept it untidy, and the fact that he had people here just meant that he'd have to continue keeping it clean. Oh well. They'd never go into his room, so that was where his 'true self' or whatever could be.
The man was aware of another presence before they entered the room, senses on high alert due to the fact that he just wasn't used to other people being around. He stayed silent for a moment before turning his head to look at the woman as she spoke, a single eyebrow raising as she asked her question. Do we have any tea? he asked himself once she'd asked, moving his gaze away from Camille and looked up at the cabinets. His memory flicked through absently, for he never forgot a thing, before he nodded.
"In the cupboard to my left. Chamomile, jasmine, or peppermint. I'd rather you didn't drink the peppermint," he scratched his jaw lightly. It wasn't that the peppermint was his personal tea or anything, it was just that it was one of the few teas that actually worked on his stress, and considering that he was pretty sure there were only two or three bags left in the box, he didn't feel like having to go out of his way to get some soon. "The kettle is to the left of the fridge, and there are mugs in the cupboard there," he used one sock-covered foot to point to the cupboard by his hip, before shifting out of the way.
His gaze flicked absently over the muscle of the group, before he turned around and focused, instead, on the papers he had. Considering he'd finished washing up, he supposed he'd have to take in the information about this mission. He'd wait until everyone had settled at least a little bit before he dropped it on them, as the deadline was easily workable. Honestly, it seemed like a fairly simple starting mission, all things considered. Then again, he thought mildly, it's an everyday case for me. I'm rather sure that these people aren't used to stealing things as a supposed 'law enforcement' group.
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Post by intentional on Feb 3, 2017 1:35:36 GMT -5
(iโm going to assume that there is a second story to this cabin โ if not, iโll edit it later somehow lol :/ )
Louis Emmeric Henley ;;
As Bambi Jay agreed to Louโs change of direction, the taller gunman led the duo to the rooms. One was already taken by Cam, their โmuscleโ, as sheโd gone in and out of the room and possibly towards the kitchen, where Jasper currently was. She moved very quickly from her room to the kitchen, possibly not wanting to converse with them.
He saw Jay walk in front of him to look at the structure of the rooms, and heโd taken the corner one, right across the one from Camโs. Now with three rooms taken, Lou wanted to explore the house a bit more just so heโd have a good room. As the gunman, he liked to be in the best area to defend himself and attack whenever he could, and no matter where he went he tried to place himself in the best strategical places. He always carried a firearm with him, so there was no problem in that sense โ he just liked to have as many advantages as possible. That kind of thinking got him out of the Middle East alive and intact, so he used it often.
He nodded to Jay, signaling that heโd understood Jayโs claim to the corner room. He was about to leave when Jay thanked him for listening.
โOh, itโs no problem, man. Weโre teammates now. Iโm always around if you want to talk.โ Lou grinned. His smile widened as Jay mentioned shooting, and Lou nodded eagerly. โOf course. I was just going to go down there once Iโve settled in to my room and looked around the area around the cabin a bit. Iโll teach you all that I know. But not enough for you to steal my job.โ He grinned before going to claim his room.
Lou chose to settle in to the room upstairs, right above Jayโs. He scanned the little furniture the room had before setting his stuff down on the empty mattress. He then raced back down the stairs and out of the cabin to his car and unloaded the rest of his stuff. He carried back into his room three large duffel bags, one that consisted of only weapons, and the rest were his clothes and other things that heโd brought.
Luckily for him, he didnโt own a lot, and he rearranged the small closet space with his clothes and shoes. He then used the rest of the space of the closet with the bigger guns that Lou carried, and he made his bed with the sheets and pillow heโd brought. He had a window in the corner of his room, and he left it open just a smidge to let the air in and filter out the room.
He checked his gun that had been behind his back the entire time, making sure the safety was on so he didnโt accidentally shoot himself in the butt. He tousled his hair and washed his face and hands before descending back downstairs to grab something to drink before taking him and Jay out exploring around the cabin outside.
He saw Jasper and Cam there, and the kitchen looked a little bit too empty for one that was supposed to house six people.
โIs there anything to drink here besides water? Any tea?โ Lou asked. Tea always helped him relax, and although the shooting range was where he was probably the most relaxed, the unfamiliarity of the other teammates in this new house made Lou a bit jumpy.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2017 1:48:09 GMT -5
eh it's open to interpretation ? i just gave the bare basics on the front page, but considering it's a cabin for six people, i've been assuming there's a second floor <: tove's room is def downstairs, and there's def a bathroom downstairs - ppl can choose whether their room is upstairs or downstairs and such.
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Post by แดแดสสษชsแด on Feb 3, 2017 10:56:39 GMT -5
coolio c;ย is that a thing that people still say or am i being strangeย i know you said it's open to interpretation but i'm not sure if there are three rooms on each floor or if the number of the rooms are arranged a little differently.. i wrote that there's three on each floor but if not i'm rlly sorry!! i'll make sure toย edit the post
โIโll teach you all that I know. But not enough for you to steal my job.โ
As much as Jay scowled quite often, hearing those words and seeing Louisโs grin made it impossible for him to frown. Maybe later on when they were all closer heโd roll his eyes, raise an eyebrow, or shake his head to the side in exasperation with a small comeback, though at the moment, it was reassuring to know, even just the slightest bit, what kind of people his teammates in Veil were like. Pushing the door open with his shoulder, Jay entered the room that heโd claimed and placed his bag down on the floor so that it leaned against the mattress.
He hadnโt brought too much with him, though he made sure to organise the few things that he had. Heโd wanted to bring his tool bag, but there was no way he was bringing that with him when they were soon lead over to a flight. Besides, tools were tools, and as attached as he was to some degree of the items that heโd held for so long with dark, dark gray smeared over his cheeks and nose, he was certain that he would be provided with another one soon. Most of the essential tools wouldnโt change, anyway, so heโd be used to them, even if he had a new set. Unless, that was, they provided him with some of the things that he hadnโt been able to work with (which he would utilize quite contently). After tossing the book lightly onto the mattress, he moved to arrange the closet with a few articles of clothing, which didnโt take all that long.
Deciding that he would wander around a bit more meeting back up with Sigmund to explore the rest of the house, he made his way to the living room (he imagined that they would be gathering around the vast space to speak of important matters, since it was connected to all the other parts of the house and there didnโt seem to be any other space where they could speak or listen all together. Or maybe there was. He wasnโt all that certain) once again, where he found Anthony and Skylar. Siren and Nova, the Linguist and the Tech of Veil.
Raking a hand through his tousled black hair, he lowered his head a bit (as if something to the side had caught his attention) to cover up the fact that he was already fumbling over words to say in his head to try and ease the quietness of the house. Now that all of them were spread out to some extent in the large log cabin, things seemed to have gotten even more still, less active. His easygoing brown eyes traveled over to land on their luggage so that he could maybe offer to help carry some of them, only to realise that they all, including himself, had not hauled in any heavy bags. With that out of the pictureโฆ
โAnthony, Skylar, would you like to go and take a look at the rooms?โ He asked, testing out the unfamiliar yet smooth names on his tongue while also indicating the direction of where the rooms were with a small tilt of his head. He wasnโt entirely too certain of what to say and hoped that his words hadnโt come off too awkward or arrogant (by no means was he even close to being familiar with the layout of their new environment). Butโฆ he did genuinely hope to get to know the cordial man (as intimidating as he appeared with his towering height) with the Starbucks coffee and the quiet young woman better, both talented and seemingly kind people. The corners of his lips tugged up to form the hint of a smile, though it was better seen in his warm brown eyes. โThere are two left on the second floor. I havenโt gone upstairs either, though.โ
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 0:14:53 GMT -5
"Thanks," Cam nodded and went to fish out the tea packets. She brushed past him to get to the cupboard and smoothly opened the wooden door, revealing the elusive packets. Making sure to not grab one of the few peppermint packets, she took a jasmine bag and shut the door quietly. The kettle was exactly where Tove said it would be, and after turning on the burner and filling the kettle full of water, the scent of jasmine started to fill the kitchen as the tea diffused into the water. Cam leaned up against the counter once more, legs crossed nonchalantly. She kept her eyes off of the kettle in hopes it would boil faster.ย
It was then that Louis sauntered into the kitchen asking for tea. Cam smirked slightly, "I'm making some right now actually." She crossed the kitchen and opened the cupboard that was at Tove's hip. She grabbed the first two mugs available and put them down on the counter next to the kettle that was starting to whistle. It didn't take long for it to heat entirely and after removing it from the stove, Cam poured herself a steaming cup of jasmine tea. She held the cup up to her lips and breathed deeply. A blissful sigh left her plumpย lips, "Smells like heaven." Slowly and carefully, she ventured a taste and found it was much cooler than she originally thought. It was bitter and in need of a little honey, but she drank it anyway. Tea was Cam's coffee. She drank it every morning before work and every night after her bath. For her, the drink was energizing, great for headaches, and oh so addictive. If she had nothing else in this house for the remainder of her time, she needed tea.
"Help yourself, Sigmund. I hope you like jasmine," Cam placed both hands around the mug, allowing the warmth to radiate into her palms. Her gaze swept him and then focused back on Tove. The papers in his hands looked promisingly suspicious. Maybe the stack detailed their first mission. Maybe the papers were nuclear bomb codes. Maybe the papers were simply unimportant business notes. Whatever the papers were, Cam hoped they told of something good. She contemplated asking him, but decided against it as it would be too forward. They didn't have that sort of trust yet; there was no relationship except work between them. She didn't want to be rude or out of line in her first twenty minutes on the job. So, instead of opening her mouth, she took another swig of her tea and adverted her gaze.ย
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 4:17:23 GMT -5
im in & out rn but i'll respond soon !
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2017 15:18:18 GMT -5
Bump. )
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Post by LโEฬแดสแดษดษขแดส on Feb 18, 2017 0:06:13 GMT -5
It's been like five years since I posted here. Somebody yell at me, oml I am so sorry. I will post the thingy majig... eventually
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