Kenith Simmons
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Post by Kenith Simmons on Nov 5, 2009 16:54:03 GMT 9.5
Parade Ground 0800
Attired in his casual clothes, large pack on his back and dragging an aged wheeled suitcase, Cadet Kenith Simmons made his way across the central parade ground and toward the cadet dormitory. Flanked on three sites by buildings constructed to house the students of the SGA, the paved parade ground served as the site for morning PT exercises, formal gatherings and a general hub for cadets to hang out in. Mind you, being the first official day of the school year the parade ground was still practically empty. The first gathering on the cadet agenda was a light lunch and meet and greet with the staff at noon, so Kenith was running quite early, not that he saw that as a bad thing.
Cadet Dormitory 0801
Entering into one of the dorms he made his way up the stairs to the second level and looked for his room. As cadets rose through the ranks of the academy they got better rooms; his first year room has essentially been a broom closet on the ground floor, boiling in summer and freezing in winter. While he doubted he'd be living in the Hilton this year he knew it would be a step up from last year. He found the room that had been assigned to him, and opened the door.
It wasn't that bad. The room was a bit larger than his last one, nowhere near as big as the third and fourth year rooms though. His window faced away from the parade ground, overlooking the offering his a clear view of Colorado Springs. Come night he imaged it would be a good view of the city. He dropped his backpack down onto the floor and heaved his suitcase onto the bed and began to unpack.
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Post by Persephone Meyers on Nov 6, 2009 3:06:34 GMT 9.5
Cadet Dormitory 0801Seph stood at the front of her future living quarters, a bit nervous. It had all happened so fast. One moment she thought she was going to not even make it into the Air Force Academy - the next she was watching a technical video on something round that connected wormholes throughout the frakking Universe. Not exactly what she was expecting. It hadn't quite settled in her mind. Sort of like her brain was a desert during a windstorm. The dust was still causing the air of her mind's eye to be fuzzy and a bit hard to see through, overall.
Basically it was a mindfrak.
Carrying her bags, she took a deep breath and entered, holding the paper that told her where to throw her stuff. Bottom floor. Awesome. Levels of young people over her, screaming, running, frakking, and overall being loud - most likely when she was hard-pressed to get some sleep. Yup - she knew her luck that well.
Entering the building, she watched as the little signs with arrows pointed her in a certain direction, attempting to be helpful in her journey. Normally the signs were wrong - causing Seph to turn in the opposite direction from the little white arrow that seemed so desperate for someone to care.
Haha...she was right.
Pushing open the door, she took a deep breath. Don't judge, she thought, trying not to think anything in either direction of the good/bad spectrum. It was her new home, and it was best to just leave it on neutral ground. Throwing her suitcase upon her bed, the girl looked around the room once more.
She really didn't feel like unpacking.
Meet people?
Sounds fun.
Exiting her room, she made sure the key remained in her pocket, before wandering down the halls, looking for a new person to talk to. Might as well get to know people around the place. She'd be stuck with them anyway.
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Post by James "Parker" Hall on Nov 6, 2009 6:30:34 GMT 9.5
Cadet Dormitory Room 118 0801 Parker staked a claim on the corner of the room he would call home for the next year, setting his luggage on and around his bed. Things like that could be handled later. It would be a while before the cadets absolutely HAD to be anywhere. That's the way these things worked. Oh, that, and its what it said on the yellow notification on the corkboard next to the door. Not bad.
The room was a bit stuffy. Walking over to the A/C unit, he adjusted the dial. Nothing. Flipping it back and forth a few times, he made a face as nothing changed. Well, leave it to the future engineering student to start taking things apart. Removing the metal sheet that covered the inner workings of the air conditioner, he poked around until he saw the severed tubing on the inside. That's weird...the cut was a clean slice. Rolling the tubing around in his fingers, he saw something white on the black rubber. Handwriting. Looking closer, he read the words, "Welcome to the Thunderdome, Frosh!"
Great. Sabatoge. Real mature.
Rolling his eyes, he brushed off his now dirty hands and put the metal cover back in place. Looking over at the basket of office supplies on his desk, he grabbed a pen and a pad of post-its. Scribbling the words "Fix Me" on the first note, he stuck it onto the unit and set the pen and pad down. Walking over to the windows, he raised the blinds and took in the view. Granted, it was half covered by a green bush, but beyond that he could see part of the lawn and the misty mountains a way off. Not bad. It could have been a brick wall. Twisting the latch, he opened one of the two windows, letting the breeze roll in.
Walking across the room, he opened the door to his room, letting the air flow through. Not bad, really. Small, but he wasn't really one to complain. However, his stomach did. A continental breakfast was to be provided down at the mess. Boy, a bagel sure did sound good. Dusting off his shirt as best he could, he washed his hands at the sink. Damn. Forgot to unpack the towels. Shaking his hands off, he made his way to the door drying them on his jeans. They would be given their uniforms later, he was told. Might as well enjoy his final days in 'civvie clothes'.
A girl walked by his doorway as he stood there, catching his attention.
"Hey," he said, hoping she would turn around. "I remember you. Testing, about two months back." A beaming smile was inevitable. At least he would be starting out here with a familar face.
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"Yeah, nice to see you made it too. Parker...in case you forgot," he said, smiling. "Look, I was about to head down the mess for some food...and to see exactly what we're getting ourselves into. Care to join me?" Wow, this was bold. No, not bold, his other half argued, simply being nice.
Yeah, right.
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Billie Jean Witwer
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Post by Billie Jean Witwer on Nov 6, 2009 7:02:58 GMT 9.5
Parade Ground 0800
She carried her two suitcases and a backpack, with her supplies she needed. Since the weather was clear skies she had opted for denim skirt and pink blouse with a light jacket she crossed the gates of the Academy she only joined little over nine months ago. Her hair fell over her shoulder; she wanted to enjoy that before she had to tie them up all the time as the rules required. She hated tying them up in any form so only few loose strands did something to her sanity. Something she needed now more than ever. Old faces weren’t going to be here. Looking around she saw the place practically empty, and grumbled her breath, “They getting the students in early for what really?” Walking across the grounds she reached her dormitory. Placing her belongings on the ground, she pushed one of the two doors aside, picking them again she entered and began to hunt down her room.
Cadet Dormitory 0801
Finally finding her room she paused outside it for a brief moment, wondering if it was a shared or single room. The last thing she needed right now was company and human interaction. It wasn’t due to the fact she had to return here, it was due to the fact that some scars that never healed had again opened. Twisting the knob of her room door she entered. Seeing two beds she cursed, but ignored it for now. Dumping one suitcase on the bed the other she placed it near the small table not far from her chosen bed. Moving to the one she left on the bed she began to unpack. She might look for Ken and Az afterwards if they had shown up to the grounds yet. She hadn’t seen either so far.
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Azalea 'De' Andre
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Post by Azalea 'De' Andre on Nov 6, 2009 9:46:26 GMT 9.5
Cadet Dormitory 0803
Azalea Andre glanced around the room, letting out a small smile. Home; she was finally back home. It was weird that a cadet would think of the academy as a home, but that's what it felt like. Though it was hard, tough, and really did push you physically; sometimes to the point you felt like you were going to break, still it had that homey feeling. This was the one place where she felt wanted and welcomed. Heaven only knows there wasn't any of that feeling from the parents; the people that were really suppose to care. Once again, another summer break was spent in a hotel room because the parents still wanted nothing to do with this brunette. It had always been a hard fact, but slowly she was coming to terms with it. The stargate program was now, and would always be, her life. Nothing else mattered. Besides, she had Destiny as family; the older sister that was there whenever not in another galaxy. With the military, a cool program, and an older sister? What else did you need?
Standing up, the female cadet straightened her shirt excited for this brand new year. It was going to be interesting with the new cadets coming in, and the older ones up and gone. She still couldn't get over that as of right now, she was the oldest cadet and one of the few remaining from when she first started. The young woman had yet to see Beck. She prayed and hoped he would back another year. Couldn't imagine why not. He had more experience being in this role. She could really use it right now, but that only brought a new challenge. One that this cadet was ready to face.
With a wide smile, Azalea turned to head out of the room and down to the parade grounds. It was time to meet the rest of the new cadets, and find her two best friends; Billie Witwer and Ken Simmons, though one seemed to be more than just friends. Thinking about Ken brought a smile to the face, wondering what this year would hold. It was going to be interesting, but right now she was ready to tackle Billie. When they were in the testing room, that couldn't be done. She owed that cadet a tackle. Had to get the goofiness out before they all had to become serious as the year started. Lord knew that once classes and training started, there would be little time for anything, but focusing on getting through the year. The brunette just hoped she could do it.
Hall 0805
Walking down the hall, the mind wandered back to all the times Mikayla talked about the second year. How it was more intense, there was more responsibility, and they were tougher on the older cadets. Az bit her lip, praying that she wouldn't fail, especially if she was an XO of a team. Could she do it? Could she really be in that position. A wave of nervousness passed through the body feeling the weight of this year, and harder tasks in the way. This year not only did she have to get herself through, but possibly help another cadet getting a team through. Younger cadets were going to be looking up to her. "Oh dear god, this year is screwed," she muttered with a chuckle.
Rounding the next corner, the brunette found herself colliding into another. Stumbling back, Azalea fell back on the behind with a loud "OOF!" Wincing, she moaned standing back up, rubbing the butt. Hopefully this isn't a new cadet, because great first impression, she thought looking up to see who it was that she just had the collision course with.
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Kenith Simmons
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Post by Kenith Simmons on Nov 7, 2009 17:13:14 GMT 9.5
Cadet Dormitory 0803Kenith examined his room for a moment. While it was only slightly bigger that his freshman room, it seems to be huge. The bed looked like it was a bit nice, the walls had been painted within the last decade, and most importantly he had his own bathroom - sorta, it was shared with his neighbor - but a giant step up from the communal bathroom he'd shared with dozens of cadets last year. Speaking of which, who was his neighbor?
Ducking into the bathroom from his side he examined the door leading to his neighbors room. He could hear voices inside his neighbors room, but just as he reached for the handle he heard his still unseen neighbor leave, no doubt on the way down to lunch. Kenith made a mental note to get to know the guy next door, if only because they'd be sharing a bathroom for the better part of the next twelve months. Making sure his room was tidy in case of surprise inspection he locked his door behind him and made his way down to the mess hall. Mess Hall 0805 Following the long line of cadets, both familiar and new faces, Kenith left the dormitory building and made his way to the mess hall where breakfast was being served for the cadets who had arrived early. Already the SGA was starting to become a buzz of activity and more and more cadets returned for another year of study and learning.
Not seeing any familiar faces, Kenith made his way toward a table to grab a chair, there'd have to be someone around here he knew right? He dodged out of the way to two young cadets who were racing around with excitement and crashed straight into a brunette cadets. While he managed to stay on his feet she fell to the ground hard. "So sorry," he apologized, extending a hand to her. It was only then he realized who he'd bumped into.
While he knew he'd bump into Azalea sooner or later, he didn't think he was going to literally bump into her!
"You alright?" he asked as he helped her to her feet, feeling a slight flusher of embarrassment start to appear on his cheeks. < Tag Cadets! >
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Persephone Meyers
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Post by Persephone Meyers on Nov 8, 2009 4:18:07 GMT 9.5
Cadet Dormitory 0803For all the upper cadets – this was simply another year of learning how to defend the Universe. No biggie. For Seph however, it was a bit different. This was college for her. Only a few months ago, she had been sitting in a stuffy classroom watching a teacher draw a diagram of the plotline of Crime and Punishment upon the whiteboard, while most of the class texted. Only a few months ago, her biggest worry was sliding home before curfew or simply how to surprise her dad today. Things were different now. She didn’t get a room to herself. She was stuck with a bunch of strangers. And this was training.
Seph swallowed slightly as she dumped her stuff on her side of the room, before slipping outside her room to wander the halls. It was the room that scared her. She had no idea who she was rooming with – and for some reason those tiny walls represented all her worries in the Universe at the moment.
So walking was good.
"Hey," honestly the voice scared her more then she would have liked to admit – causing her to turn around too quickly, "I remember you. Testing, about two months back." Seph smiled when she saw the blonde boy…Parker – from testing. Mr. cool-drawings. A familiar face meant more to her at that moment then Parker could have realized.
“Oh hey!” she smirked, taking a few steps back towards him, so it wasn’t like they were communicating all the way across the hall. She set her back on the wall across from him, “Long time no see! Glad to run into a familiar face here…it’s a bit intimidating as a Freshie,” she stuck out her tongue with a frown, surprised she said it aloud. Whatever. Brain was going a million miles an hour – why not spurt random stuff?
"Yeah, nice to see you made it too. Parker...in case you forgot," he added, causing Seph to nod, “I didn’t forget. But here’s the challenge – remember my name?” She rose a brow, crossed her arms, and overall set her stature in a challenging way. Bring it, blondie.
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"Look, I was about to head down the mess for some food...and to see exactly what we're getting ourselves into. Care to join me?" he asked, causing Seph’s smile to grow even more relaxed. “Food sounds amazing right now,” she admitted, patting her hallow stomach, “Plus I have no idea where it is…” she sheepishly admitted, as she turned towards the exit of the building, motioning for him to follow, “This is the stage where we cling together since we know no one,” she observed, “People like familiar. Anyone who says otherwise is a liar.”
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Billie Jean Witwer
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Post by Billie Jean Witwer on Nov 8, 2009 6:49:55 GMT 9.5
Cadet Dormitory 0803
After emptying out the contents of her bags and placing them where they needed to go, Witwer sighed and gazed at her watch, surprised that it hadn’t taken at least ten minutes or so to set the place up. Things had changed, she had changed, and coming to back to the Academy had felt like taking the journey she was meant to take. The tiny pieces of puzzles fit in so clearly sometimes she wondered what her life would be like without the piece, alternative didn’t really suit.
Sighing she moved to look out of the window, seeing more students making their way she felt less odd to be the only third class student around. A blur of brown hair walking caught her attention, Billie moved her mouth to get Az’s attention, but decided against it. Questions would flow out her best friend like a river flowing down the bed path, nature made. Besides she knew she had to face Az and Ken sooner or later. Getting down and over with seemed ideal. Picking up her jacket she made her way to the mess.
Hall 0805
She walked in just in time to see collision course about to take place, she moved her mouth to warn her friends – both seemed to be unaware of the other – but it was too late. With their bodies clashing, Billie wasn’t sure whether to laugh or feel for the two as Andre fell on her butt before getting up. She did a double take at Ken, did he actually blush? This might have been the first time she noticed the red cheeks on Kenny. Not wanting to interfere, she moved along to grab her own meal. Seeing how they untangle from this meeting would be interesting she could always watch over her breakfast.
It would cheer her up a bit, just long enough to have a good conversations.
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Post by Sydney 'Syd' Mutz on Nov 8, 2009 13:42:32 GMT 9.5
0745 Inside the Mutz Ford Escape Hybrid "Buckle up, hun" Syd called out to the pint sized version of herself that was sitting in the back seat of the SUV. She waited till she heard the click of the girl's seat belt before she even turned on the vehicle. Usually Syd would not bring Aeryn to work, but Summer Camp didn't start for another week and school was over, Syd hadn't come up with any alternative plans yet. Plus it was the weekend, everyone had their own plans.
Syd adjusted the rear view mirror and saw her daughter's reflection and smiled. Aeryn had been quite excited to spend the day at the academy and had chosen to wear a pair of green fatigues that her grandparent had gotten her for her birthday a few months before, along with a simple black t-shirt. Syd was sure that there would be much talk among her colleagues. "Can we listen to 'Shallow Life', Mom?" Aeryn asked. One of Syd's favourite bands to listen to was a band called 'Lacuna Coil', and since Syn listened to a lot of that kind of music, Aeryn liked it as well. It was going to be a short car ride, but Syd popped in the CD anyway.
Syd herself was wearing her Service Dress uniform, the version where she got to wear pants. Not that she didn't like the skirt, she sometimes wore the skirt. But today, she didn't really feel like it. Her blouse was shirt sleeved and was decked out with her name tag, various pins and her epaulets on her shoulders, sewn with the golden leaf of her rank. Her hat was on the passenger seat, but Syd doubted that she would even wear it today. As it was her hair was tied back in a low bun at the nape of her neck.
Like she predicted the ride from the house to the academy was short, the joys of living in residence. Syd worked quickly to find a parking spot. She was only an associative professor, so it was not like she got an assigned parking spot.
"Do you think I could try out the obstical course today?" Aeryn asked. "I don't see why not." Syd replied as she put the SUV in park and turned off the ignition. "How about we get something to eat first. A lot of the cadets are just arriving. I bet you could play out our little joke." she suggested and saw her daughter's face light up. Aeryn liked to be a little drill Sargent to the freshmen sometimes. A lot of the time the first day back to the academy the cadets didn't bother with things like uniform. She expected better from the older students but was often disappointed. Syd assumed this was why Aeryn chose the clothes she did to wear. 0806 Mess Hall Aeryn and Syd went through the food line in the mess hall. Syd was keeping an eye on what exactly her daughter was putting on her trey. Syd also was looking around at some of the new arrivals. Some of these kids were sooo young, straight out of High School. The wonders these kids would see, especially when they go off world. Aeryn was somewhat informed about the some of the operations of things. The poor kid was scared out her mind when one of the space ships in orbit accidentally beamed her onto the ship right in front of Aeryn. A case of bad timing. The time she had trying to explain things her her nine year old. It was another reason Syd felt ok with bring Aeryn to the school.
Aeryn and Syd quietly found a table to sit at and eat. Syd's eyes remained wondering, looking for old faces and studying the new ones.
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Raphael "Raph" Meyers
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Post by Raphael "Raph" Meyers on Nov 9, 2009 6:31:48 GMT 9.5
0745 Professor Living Quarters Raph's Apartment Although today was moving day, Raph's apartment was quite furnished and settled in. Granted, as a professor, he cheated a little bit and moved in about a week or so ago, after signing papers for the little cottage he had called home in Maine. However, things weren't too cozy. He intended to find a more permanent location off campus, but had been unsuccessful thus far. Ah, well. These apartments weren't too shabby. They even had a guest room, where his daughter had slept for the past few nights. Though now, it was empty.
For a while after she had left, he stood in the doorway of the guest bedroom. His eyes fell on the bed, neat and made, then to the miscellaneous cardboard boxes that were half unpacked. Quite a few things had been repacked in bags that were now MIA. It was weird. She was gone. Well, not really. In fact, he'd see her every day. But, she wasn't here anymore. It was strangely emotional for the anthropologist, and he understood what he was going through. Empty nest syndrome. His baby was gone. No matter how many books and articles he had read on it, there was no changing it.
He had made the decision to let her move in on her own. She was a grown woman now...
Well, sorta.
Taking another quick swig of his coffee, draining the mug, he set it back down on the counter in the kitchenette. He pondered pouring another cup, but he opted against it. No need to scare the kids so early. No, not yet. He flipped the switch on the coffeepot. Migrating to the living area, he shuffled the class schedules and rosters back into his portfolio, scanning over them once more. His difficulty reading the words reminded him to pick up the reading glasses that lay on the coffee table as well. Then, once they were all filed away, he zipped it up and tucked it under his arm.
His navy blazer hung limp over the back a chair, and he quickly slipped it on. Tugging on the cuffs of his shirt, he made his way to the door, but paused before he opened it. Turning back to the kitchenette, he thought long and hard for a moment.
To coffee or not to coffee...
To coffee.
Crossing back over to the coffeepot, he poured the last of it into a mug. The mug itself was special. In her high school ceramics class, Seph had made it for him. Since then, he used it every morning. Now, he checked his watch and made his way to the door.
So, it begins...
0808 Stargate Academy Dining Hall He was slightly surprised that so many of the cadets had moved into their rooms and were crowded around the bagel bar. Then again, he could completely understand. Nothing like a circle of baked dough and cream cheese to calm the nerves. After all, these kids only thought they knew what they were getting themselves into. They really had no idea. But, then again, that's why he was here. To teach. Soon, they would learn.
After loading his little paper plate with fruit and a cup of yogurt, he attempted to balance a little bowl of Fruit Loops on it, as well as a carton of milk. Very cautiously, he scanned the room to try to find a decent place to sit. Hm...no Seph. Not that he was pondering sitting by his daughter and losing cool points. No. He liked his cool points and was saving them for a special occasion. After all, what is a man without his cool points, right?
Ah. There.
Wait. No.
THERE.
Where was Theo?
His eyes fell on a red-haired woman and...a kid? There was a kid? Hm. They really were getting younger, weren't they. She was the only other person there who looked anything like a professor. That was a plus. He had to meet his new colleagues. After all, they would be spending god only knows how long together teaching the new generation of gate-travelers. Might as well be friendly. He was really good at friendly.
"Good morning, ladies," he said, still balancing his little tower of yogurt, cereal, and milk, "Is this seat taken?"
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Post by James "Parker" Hall on Nov 9, 2009 6:48:54 GMT 9.5
0803 Cadet Dorms Hall Parker couldn't help but beam at her reaction when she recognized him. It made him happy on the inside. Wait...was there a stupid expression on his face now?? Uh oh! Erase, erase! He pretended to pay attention to the other folks who were making their way down the halls. Can't look too excited...he had a reputation to uphold. Er...build.
“I didn’t forget. But here’s the challenge – remember my name?”
"Seph," he said, answering almost immediately after she said the last word. WHOA. Down boy! "I mean...right? It's Seph, isn't it?" Smooth cover up, DiCaprio. Why don't you tell her her shoe size and her social security number while you're at it? Creep. His face gave away his slight embarrassment at his zealousness. "But..um..yeah. Food."
“Food sounds amazing right now. Plus I have no idea where it is…” To be perfectly honest, he didn't either. But, he wasn't about to tell her that. Seriously, how hard could it be, right?...right?
“This is the stage where we cling together since we know no one,” she observed, “People like familiar. Anyone who says otherwise is a liar.”
Cling. He liked the word cling.
Wait. Bad! Bad, Parker!
"Yeah, yeah, definitely," he said, his nerves starting to get to him a bit. So far, he was doing well to cover it...he thought. What if he wasn't? What if she could see right through him? TO HIS SOUL? Dude...don't be ridiculous. She's just a girl.
They made their way down the hallway, following the sea of other cadets. Some spoke of food. Hopefully, they were heading in the right direction now. Otherwise, he sure would look quite silly now, wouldn't he? It was quiet. Too quiet. Pushing awkward quiet.
Say something, boy!
"So, how was your summer?" Simple. Perfect. Good job, Park.
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Post by Persephone Meyers on Nov 10, 2009 13:14:57 GMT 9.5
0804 Cadet Dorms HallAt Seph’s recognition – Parker’s face lit up, causing the girl to smile. He just seemed so happy. Kinda weird for someone in the Academy…but whatever. Yay happy!
Then a challenge…what was her na-- "Seph," he shot out, nearly cutting off her question – spreading a ‘damn’ look across her face, "I mean...right? It's Seph, isn't it?" Seph paused, mildly amused, before leaning her head to the side, “Level one – down. Full name? Middle name? Last name?” she challenged, putting a hand upon her hip with an amused expression across her features. It was cool that he remembered her name too. Seph wasn’t planning on letting him feel bad about having a good face-name-recognition-thing in his brain. She was mildly jealous. Names were her downfall. She just remembered this kid because he drew a cool picture, and was part of a life-changing part of her life. That sounded dirty.
"But..um..yeah. Food." “Omnomnom,” she agreed, patting her stomach, as they walked.
"Yeah, yeah, definitely," he replied, appearing a bit on pins-and-needles. She silently watched him for a moment, simply studying him in her creeper way, before finally asking, “You know – I’m not some mole sent in to make sure you stay by the rules, right? I’m also not a vampires – nor werewolf. I won’t kill you in your sleep unless you piss me off, and I’m not planning on injuring you any time soon…so why so nervous, bub?” she punched him in the arm slightly.
Seph was an odd one.
And silence. They followed a herd of cadets that seemed hungry and gathering towards one place. Good sign – right? Her stomach felt so hallow, that she probably would have slaughtered her own cow, if need-be.
"So, how was your summer?" Oh right – she was walking with someone. “It was…” her mind flashed to the late hours of running around playing laser-tag with her dad, telling ghost stories in the backyard, and overall doing nothing constructive what-so-ever. “Entertaining,” she finished, as a smile washed across her features – her summer replaying before her eyes.
Snapping back into reality, she shook her head slightly, “’bout you?” she asked, sliding her hands into whatever pockets she could find on her clothes, “Draw anything else cool?” <Tag PARKER>
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Post by Sydney 'Syd' Mutz on Nov 21, 2009 13:39:21 GMT 9.5
0808 Mess Hall "Good morning, ladies, is this seat taken?" came a voice off to the side of the table. Syd had turned her head to see a man, apparently practising for the circus. She also noticed that the man was far too old to be a student, but not in a uniform either. Her immaculate deductions concluded that he was a civilian professor. Syd still felt compelled to stand up and welcome the new comer with a seat across the table from them, "Not at all, please sit. Once he had his breakfast things down on the table, Syd offered her hand in greetings, "Major Sydney Mutz, Computer Engineering." she felt oddly formal, but she was use to this sort of greeting. He was devilishly handsome, if she allowed herself to say so.
Syd's attention was drawn away as she sat down again when she noticed how Aeryn was eating with her utensils, with her whole hand practically around the handle. "Aeryn, manners, you were not raised in a barn. Hold your fork properly." she hated having to scold her daughter in front of others, but sometimes it was necessary. She debated for mere milliseconds on whether to add 'please' to the end of her request, but she didn't normally. Adding 'please' to somethings around Aeryn was like she was giving her an option of complying.
Syd turned back to the new addition to the table, "This is my daughter Aeryn, she's around from time to time. When I can't find some place to put her." Syd was sure her forehead was making wrinkles as she head what she just said. "That sounded horrible, I didn't mean to imply anything horrible by that. I just meant when she's not in school, or I can't find a sitter." Silently, Syd was prying Aeryn would never hit her teens and just stay like this forever. "So, how are you finding things at the Academy?"
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Azalea 'De' Andre
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SGA-1 "Taurus" Cadet Second Lieutenant
I'm at war with the world cause I ain't never gonna sell my soul
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Post by Azalea 'De' Andre on Nov 29, 2009 0:36:21 GMT 9.5
0805 - 0808 Mess Hall
Azalea just stared up into the eyes of the young man that she had come to know a lot more through the summer holiday. Not only come to know, but come to realize the true feelings that were held for him. Since that mission to Paris, were all the cadets were placed under a drug that really magnitude on feelings of the opposite sex, this female had some kind of feelings for Ken. At first, she wrote it off being side affects of that drug, but as time went on, they never fully went away. Instead, they just seemed to get stronger. After she was given a clean bill of health, she knew there was something more there. It became even more true when they hung out a good amount during the summer time. The cadet didn't even know how that happened, but was glad that it did. She got to learn so much more about Ken off the training field, and just as a person; a person it was obvious that she liked.
"I'm fine. I guess I was really zoned out there," she explained, placing a hand into his and letting him help aide in pulling her up. When finally steady on the feet, her eyes connected with his, sending her back to the few moments they had over the summer. Moments that would not be allowed here at the Academy. Then, like a shock coursed through the body, Azalea quickly pulled her hand from Ken's with a sheepish smile. "So," she started to say, trying to figure out how not to make this awkward by saying something. Couldn't say how was your summer. Knew some of the answer to that. "You settled in?" she asked realizing how stupid that sounded just as the words escaped.
Waiting for a reply, Az glanced around the Mess Hall, hoping to find the one other person she had been dying to see. With success, the young woman caught the eye of Billie Jean Witwer; her best friend in this whole place, next to Ken. A wide smile grew on the face finally being able to see her after the long two and half months of being away. "Excuse me for a second Ken, I need to go tackle Pinkie," she grinned before taking off.
Dodging through other various cadets, Azalea tackled Billie into the biggest hug she could. An act that a year and half ago would have been extremely rare. "PINKIE!" she exclaimed, using the nickname that had come up during that crazy mission in Paris; one that seemed to stick. "I was looking for you! How are you?! We need to catch up before classes and training starts again. I want to hear about your summer." Pulling back, the cadet grinned then remembered something. Making a fist, lightly she punched Billie in the arm with a glare. "That is for leaving me high and dry during that movie night at the end of last year. Shannon had a good excuse. Funny story there actually."
Azalea stopped, realizing that she was rambling. There was just so much to catch up on, and so little time to do it. "Come on we should head back to Brain. Sure he would like to see you as well," the brunette started to say again then stopped, as if really noticing Billie for the first time since tackling her. "Bills, what's wrong? Are you ok?" she asked softly, resting a hand on the blond's shoulder. Being able to point out an emotion like that in someone else showed growth for this cadet. Years ago, that would have never been the case. It was all thanks to the Academy that this change came out in her. This was also her closest and best friend in the whole Academy. If she couldn't see when something was wrong in her, then well, that would bring many issues up.
< Tag Pinkie and the Brain >
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Billie Jean Witwer
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SGA-1 "Taurus" Midshipman Chief Petty Officer
I can be your best friend, boys. Or I can be your worst nightmare. The decision's up to you.
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Post by Billie Jean Witwer on Nov 29, 2009 17:38:28 GMT 9.5
0808 Mess Hall
She was a little zoned out after had she finished picking up her mood food and placed it just seconds before she was nearly hugged to death by Az. While the third class Cadet screamed her nickname, Billie winced at the loudness before releasing a sigh when her best friend let go. Gulping for the air her lungs needed, Witwer managed to smile. “I have been-” a punch came as she got only few words out, and remembered the whole thing. “Oh that, well I ended up in a battle for the last cookie that evening, so really I had excuse; a good one if you don’t mind me saying so.”
Walking with Az towards Ken, Billie nodded, “I know she did,” it was after a fact. Shannon's excuse had been Beck. Speaking of the Cadet Captain or was it Cadet Major now? She hadn't even seen a glimps of him at all. She was coming to a conclusion that he might have stayed back on Earth for Meyers. The thought alone touched her.
Billie was trying to change a topic, but before she could steer her friend into it, Az was on her case just as she assumed. Okay, not only assumed, but had expected it. The force of the concern was something she overlooked; a mistake on her part. She mentally cursed at Matt regarding his appearance. He was lucky she hadn’t punched him in the face. The pretty boy was still pretty; at that though she nearly snorted but cringed instead and shook her head, “Nothing’s wrong,” she protested a little too quickly, as she felt the hand on her shoulder. “I’m fine. Just a lousy sprained ankle ruined the last three weeks of the break.”
Reaching where Ken was, Billie knew she had a chance to change topics, looking at Brain, she grinned, “So how it going Sergeant First Class?” she asked. Company of her two friends was what she needed right now. For the moment, nothing else really mattered.
She just had to keep up her cheerful facade up a little more longer. She was thinking weeks rather than mere hours.
<<Tag Az and Kenny>>
((Az and Ken might need to beat it out of her ))
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