Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 6, 2019 20:33:59 GMT -6
Built for comfort and protection, the safe houses are considered to be at times daily use as well as a maintained armory. The glass is bulletproof and blast resistant with weapons hidden behind false walls. The space is protected against gas attacks but give the utmost to privacy. Giving the occupant the basics of living conditions but appearing luxurious. Each unit is fully stocked and the housekeepers on site will help keep up the room and in time expand your wardrobe. Attachments:
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Jul 7, 2019 23:20:28 GMT -6
Reaching the address, Gabriel saw a basic flat as he jogged up the stairs and went up to the wooden door to enter his 4 digit code. Going through the door, he took the lift up which could barely fit 4 people to a steel sliding door. Entering the code again, he slid the door open to a horizontal plane flat that shared dark blue and black with the beige colors. Placing the leather pack on the floor with his sunglasses and watch on the counter, rushing to get in the shower with his boots kicked off to the side.
From his elbow to his chest, black and a bit below his waist was covered in tattoos that celebrated his Tauron heritage. The story of his childhood, joining the Marines, the explosion that resulted in the loss of his sight, regaining his sight, helping the Terrans and the rebuilding was there with a lot of color. On his back was the griffon which was highly detailed with the Tauron symbol etched into the animal.
Washing off all the dirt and sweat, it was refreshing to have hot water as he scrubbed clean before grabbing a warm towel. Trimming his beard, he swept his hair back before walking back to the main room where he twisted the top of his watch off to activate the scanner which he attached to his sunglasses to scan his eyes.
Inconclusive scans. Twisting it back on, he programmed the code into the watch so it would enter the code. Unpacking the pack, he laid out his clothes for later that consisted of stone washed jeans with a charcoal black shirt and a light orange and white flannel shirt that would have the sleeves rolled. A bit of color especially with the black and white converses that he chose which was different from the boots. Relaxing on the couch, he felt like he had a bit riding on this date night but was honestly surprised to see her on Kobol. To think only 24 hours earlier he was sleeping on his couch in his office with a contaminated city on the outside.
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Jul 9, 2019 0:35:55 GMT -6
Getting up from the sofa, Gabriel picked up his watch which was glowing green from the charging cycle which was different from most. His watch doubled as a holographic tactical pad so charging it on regular cycles was a thing he's worked with. Playing cool jazz, he started getting dressed in the clothes he set aside but didn't bother adding a concealed weapon since he didn't see a risk. Covering up his ink, he took the time to add some cologne since this was a proper date. Picking up keys from the counter, he had set aside an orange tinted aviator sunglasses before noticing the key fob. The leather outer cover with orange stitching with a note beside it that he must've missed earlier: Heard you liked a certain color so here you go just don't scratch the car and see you soon.
Pocketing the fob, Gabe tossed everything into his walk in closet before powering down the room on his way out. Testing his watch at the front door, surprisingly worked faster than him inputting the code before walking out to the car. Climbing in, the car had additional weight to it probably due to the mobile armory and roll bars but better than driving a humvee. Attachments:
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Gen. Jack Thrax
Terran Defense Forces
Freelancer
KDF
Posts: 479
Registered: Jul 13, 2012 15:21:51 GMT -6
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Post by Gen. Jack Thrax on Jul 20, 2019 10:49:04 GMT -6
Reaching the safe house, Jack used his command access to gain entry before taking the lift up as he followed the beacon up to Gabriel's room. Sliding open the door, he must've had the butlers set the beacon after finding it. Looking around the suite, Jack personally hadn't been through the rooms but maybe he can leave the kid a little helper. Calling the base to bring over the case with Apollo since this was a new addition to all the squads. Having the crate placed against the wall, the puppy with its combat vest around its mid section. Leaving out a bowl of dog food and a note, he would prolong it for as long as possible. Attachments:
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Aug 11, 2019 0:13:49 GMT -6
Using his watch to open the door, Gabriel held her in his arms and was thankful for the workout on Tauron. Easing her down as he stepped into the elevator to take it to the third floor, strapping his watch back on before taking off his sunglasses which were carefully placed in his pocket. Waiting for the left to stop, thankfully the door was in front of them which was a quick unlock as the door opened for them. Taking her hand, he carefully led her into the safe house which the dog soon drew his attention as well. The name was printed on the side, Apollo, this could mean that the dog was his and new addictions to the military.
Removing his flannel shirt which revealed a bit of his tattoos as he placed it on the counter top before going for his pack. Speaking softly, he noticed the dog was a mere puppy and was rather friendly to her as he sat down beside the bar counter; "The pup should be an incentive as well," pulling out the 3/4 filled bottle. Walking into the kitchen, he pulled out two small glasses before removing the top off the bottle; "This is a bit stronger than what they had but has a great honey taste."
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Lt. Demetria Richardson
Colonial Officer
Acheron Tactical Officer
Posts: 54
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 16:09:27 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Demetria Richardson on Aug 11, 2019 21:03:40 GMT -6
Using his watch to open the door, Gabriel held her in his arms and was thankful for the workout on Tauron. Easing her down as he stepped into the elevator to take it to the third floor, strapping his watch back on before taking off his sunglasses which were carefully placed in his pocket. Waiting for the left to stop, thankfully the door was in front of them which was a quick unlock as the door opened for them. Taking her hand, he carefully led her into the safe house which the dog soon drew his attention as well. The name was printed on the side, Apollo, this could mean that the dog was his and new addictions to the military. Removing his flannel shirt which revealed a bit of his tattoos as he placed it on the counter top before going for his pack. Speaking softly, he noticed the dog was a mere puppy and was rather friendly to her as he sat down beside the bar counter; "The pup should be an incentive as well," pulling out the 3/4 filled bottle. Walking into the kitchen, he pulled out two small glasses before removing the top off the bottle; "This is a bit stronger than what they had but has a great honey taste." She was grateful for the assistance from the car all the way into elevator, despite the first thought of resistance. The ride from the restaurant to the safe house had left Demetria feeling dizzy, though it disappeared for the most part when they stepped through the door. When his hand left her own, she took a minute to glance around the room. The inn had been quaint and tidy enough, much to her liking, but she couldn't deny that it felt nice to be somewhere that wasn't overcrowded and bustling with people like she was used to dealing with. Taking a few steps forward, she turned her attention back to Gabriel; clouded blue eyes admired the ink patterns etched into his skin. Most knew that it was customary, an honor for the people of Tauron, and she couldn't recall ever running into anyone from the planet that didn't have a story of some sort tattooed onto their body. But her attention soon turned to the pup that waited patiently beside the bar counter, and she found it hard to contain the joy she felt, a wide beaming smile crossing her face. It wasn't something she got to often see on a Battlestar now days. "You might have a hard time getting rid of me now," she smirked as she softly stroked the pup, gently placing a kiss on the top of the animal's head before walking over to kick her shoes off and take a seat. "And you're sharing your best bottle with a light weight. Makes it hard to consider leaving Kobol at all."
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Aug 11, 2019 22:40:35 GMT -6
Using his watch to open the door, Gabriel held her in his arms and was thankful for the workout on Tauron. Easing her down as he stepped into the elevator to take it to the third floor, strapping his watch back on before taking off his sunglasses which were carefully placed in his pocket. Waiting for the left to stop, thankfully the door was in front of them which was a quick unlock as the door opened for them. Taking her hand, he carefully led her into the safe house which the dog soon drew his attention as well. The name was printed on the side, Apollo, this could mean that the dog was his and new addictions to the military. Removing his flannel shirt which revealed a bit of his tattoos as he placed it on the counter top before going for his pack. Speaking softly, he noticed the dog was a mere puppy and was rather friendly to her as he sat down beside the bar counter; "The pup should be an incentive as well," pulling out the 3/4 filled bottle. Walking into the kitchen, he pulled out two small glasses before removing the top off the bottle; "This is a bit stronger than what they had but has a great honey taste." She was grateful for the assistance from the car all the way into elevator, despite the first thought of resistance. The ride from the restaurant to the safe house had left Demetria feeling dizzy, though it disappeared for the most part when they stepped through the door. When his hand left her own, she took a minute to glance around the room. The inn had been quaint and tidy enough, much to her liking, but she couldn't deny that it felt nice to be somewhere that wasn't overcrowded and bustling with people like she was used to dealing with. Taking a few steps forward, she turned her attention back to Gabriel; clouded blue eyes admired the ink patterns etched into his skin. Most knew that it was customary, an honor for the people of Tauron, and she couldn't recall ever running into anyone from the planet that didn't have a story of some sort tattooed onto their body. But her attention soon turned to the pup that waited patiently beside the bar counter, and she found it hard to contain the joy she felt, a wide beaming smile crossing her face. It wasn't something she got to often see on a Battlestar now days. "You might have a hard time getting rid of me now," she smirked as she softly stroked the pup, gently placing a kiss on the top of the animal's head before walking over to kick her shoes off and take a seat. "And you're sharing your best bottle with a light weight. Makes it hard to consider leaving Kobol at all." Downing his glass, it was soothing to say the very least but Gabriel had grown accustom to ambrosia since he had his first glass at a young age. Undoing his shoes, he refilled his glass as he spoke to her; "Found the bottle amongst the ruins and salvaged it also might as well use it for the occasion," walked over to the freezer to put some ice in their cups. Noticing the pup lying down beside her, he didn't expect a well trained puppy to work with him as he set down a bowl of water; "Who said I wanted to get rid of you to start with," walking around as he sat down beside her as he lifted his right sleeve revealing a design. Speaking softly, he remembered the artist that applied the design as he whispered; "The artist that added this was a friend of my family and says its a design for one that is a tracker. Even blind, I could find things and maybe coincidence that we both ran into each other here or something bigger...I honestly don't know." Sipping on the ambrosia, he placed his watch on the charging pad as tapped his leg for Apollo to come over. The Terrans had given him a lot and maybe he could help her for a change maybe even do something that she couldn't do; "I'll reach out to the Terrans concerning your sister."
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Lt. Demetria Richardson
Colonial Officer
Acheron Tactical Officer
Posts: 54
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 16:09:27 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Demetria Richardson on Aug 13, 2019 22:10:50 GMT -6
Downing his glass, it was soothing to say the very least but Gabriel had grown accustom to ambrosia since he had his first glass at a young age. Undoing his shoes, he refilled his glass as he spoke to her; "Found the bottle amongst the ruins and salvaged it also might as well use it for the occasion," walked over to the freezer to put some ice in their cups. Noticing the pup lying down beside her, he didn't expect a well trained puppy to work with him as he set down a bowl of water; "Who said I wanted to get rid of you to start with," walking around as he sat down beside her as he lifted his right sleeve revealing a design. Speaking softly, he remembered the artist that applied the design as he whispered; "The artist that added this was a friend of my family and says its a design for one that is a tracker. Even blind, I could find things and maybe coincidence that we both ran into each other here or something bigger...I honestly don't know." Sipping on the ambrosia, he placed his watch on the charging pad as tapped his leg for Apollo to come over. The Terrans had given him a lot and maybe he could help her for a change maybe even do something that she couldn't do; "I'll reach out to the Terrans concerning your sister." A rosy shade crept over her face as she stared down into the glass in her hand, bringing it up to her nose to briefly smell before taking a considerable sip. It was stronger than the bottle they had previously shared, but more fulfilling in flavor, more likely to cloud her mind that it had already been before they arrived. "A few more of these and you might change your mind," she laughed softly, taking another sip from the glass before turning toward him. Her eyes scanned over the design inked into his arm while a free hand reached out to slowly trace over the marks curiously. "I came to this place expecting the worst, and ended up finding something completely different. I don't know about you, but I don't think that is a coincidence." Her brows rose in surprise to his offer. Demetria wasn't as familiar with the Terrans or their ways as her sister was, and having someone else to inquire about it would speed things along. Then again, she wasn't so sure that was what she wanted in the end, despite the need to find Samantha. It might have been the ambrosia or feeling at peace for the first time in months, but the more she was there, the less she wanted to leave. "I have no way to repay your for that. Unless it involves tea or booze, of course." Smiling, she brought her glass to her lips to finish what remained.
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Aug 13, 2019 23:04:24 GMT -6
Downing his glass, it was soothing to say the very least but Gabriel had grown accustom to ambrosia since he had his first glass at a young age. Undoing his shoes, he refilled his glass as he spoke to her; "Found the bottle amongst the ruins and salvaged it also might as well use it for the occasion," walked over to the freezer to put some ice in their cups. Noticing the pup lying down beside her, he didn't expect a well trained puppy to work with him as he set down a bowl of water; "Who said I wanted to get rid of you to start with," walking around as he sat down beside her as he lifted his right sleeve revealing a design. Speaking softly, he remembered the artist that applied the design as he whispered; "The artist that added this was a friend of my family and says its a design for one that is a tracker. Even blind, I could find things and maybe coincidence that we both ran into each other here or something bigger...I honestly don't know." Sipping on the ambrosia, he placed his watch on the charging pad as tapped his leg for Apollo to come over. The Terrans had given him a lot and maybe he could help her for a change maybe even do something that she couldn't do; "I'll reach out to the Terrans concerning your sister." A rosy shade crept over her face as she stared down into the glass in her hand, bringing it up to her nose to briefly smell before taking a considerable sip. It was stronger than the bottle they had previously shared, but more fulfilling in flavor, more likely to cloud her mind that it had already been before they arrived. "A few more of these and you might change your mind," she laughed softly, taking another sip from the glass before turning toward him. Her eyes scanned over the design inked into his arm while a free hand reached out to slowly trace over the marks curiously. "I came to this place expecting the worst, and ended up finding something completely different. I don't know about you, but I don't think that is a coincidence." Her brows rose in surprise to his offer. Demetria wasn't as familiar with the Terrans or their ways as her sister was, and having someone else to inquire about it would speed things along. Then again, she wasn't so sure that was what she wanted in the end, despite the need to find Samantha. It might have been the ambrosia or feeling at peace for the first time in months, but the more she was there, the less she wanted to leave. "I have no way to repay your for that. Unless it involves tea or booze, of course." Smiling, she brought her glass to her lips to finish what remained. Her fingers were a bit cold as they ran across his ink as Gabe listened and knew it would be nothing on him. He had the singular ability that the Terrans needed as he whispered to her; "Any more booze and I'm going have to carry you off to sleep," pausing as he walked around the counter, "don't worry I'll sleep on the couch. But as for repaying don't worry about it," pouring a small glass before placing the bottle aside. He was effectively cutting her off since he knew the hangover was going to drag her down after all he had first hand knowledge. It had taken a lot to pull himself back out of the bottle. He had spent many nights on Tauron, drinking to find the bottle of the bottle and why couldn't he just perish with everyone else. Why did he have to survive the attacks only to live his life in the service? Up till his surgery, he felt like the gods were punishing him for survival and his family core beliefs...till that day on Terra. Meeting her, seeing someone and something possibly worth it in the end and here is the bottle once more. Downing the glass, he set it aside as he leaned back against the back counter as he whispered; "I joined the Marines to get away from it. After my father lost his job, he began looking into everything Kobol specifically the 13th tribe. He believed that the tribe was in the same category as the gods...even with them gone I'm carrying his books cause honestly the Terrans need that knowledge," placing the glass in the sink, "that's why I'm on Kobol. Honestly, when I arrived, I dreaded continuing his work...but meeting with you again and well seeing this other side of you is the highlights so far. Looking for more highlights..."
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Lt. Demetria Richardson
Colonial Officer
Acheron Tactical Officer
Posts: 54
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 16:09:27 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Demetria Richardson on Aug 14, 2019 21:20:58 GMT -6
Her fingers were a bit cold as they ran across his ink as Gabe listened and knew it would be nothing on him. He had the singular ability that the Terrans needed as he whispered to her; "Any more booze and I'm going have to carry you off to sleep," pausing as he walked around the counter, "don't worry I'll sleep on the couch. But as for repaying don't worry about it," pouring a small glass before placing the bottle aside. He was effectively cutting her off since he knew the hangover was going to drag her down after all he had first hand knowledge. It had taken a lot to pull himself back out of the bottle. He had spent many nights on Tauron, drinking to find the bottle of the bottle and why couldn't he just perish with everyone else. Why did he have to survive the attacks only to live his life in the service? Up till his surgery, he felt like the gods were punishing him for survival and his family core beliefs...till that day on Terra. Meeting her, seeing someone and something possibly worth it in the end and here is the bottle once more. Downing the glass, he set it aside as he leaned back against the back counter as he whispered; "I joined the Marines to get away from it. After my father lost his job, he began looking into everything Kobol specifically the 13th tribe. He believed that the tribe was in the same category as the gods...even with them gone I'm carrying his books cause honestly the Terrans need that knowledge," placing the glass in the sink, "that's why I'm on Kobol. Honestly, when I arrived, I dreaded continuing his work...but meeting with you again and well seeing this other side of you is the highlights so far. Looking for more highlights..." Setting the empty glass down on the counter, she soon crossed her arms over her chest, prepared to offer resistance when it came to sleeping on the couch. Regardless of how many glasses she had consumed between dinner and their arrival here, Demetria still felt that he had done more than enough, leaving her unwilling to push him from the comfort of his own bed just for her sake. But as she looked at him, even too tipsy, she could see the indifference hidden beneath the surface, thinking that perhaps tea would be the better option in the future after all. Turning towards the couch, she took a few steps forward, careful not to stumble before taking a seat and leaning back to rest while the rest of the room settled around her. After hearing just a small sliver of his past, she understood all too well the pressure to carry on what someone else started, the burden to carry on the life work of family. “We gave each other a reason to be less weary of this place,” she smirked, attempting to hide the embarrassment she felt, knowing that she’d overdone it thanks in part to the booze. “I guess everyone has a hidden side that few get to see. I look forward to seeing more myself.” Pushing up from the couch, she walked back to the bar where he still stood, fingers drunkenly working to loosen braided hair as she knew the night was winding down. “Dibs on the couch. This is your place, after all, it would be rude to impose. I’ll have company, anyway,” she smiled, looking over to the pup who watched them, ears twitching curiously.
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Aug 14, 2019 22:00:43 GMT -6
Her fingers were a bit cold as they ran across his ink as Gabe listened and knew it would be nothing on him. He had the singular ability that the Terrans needed as he whispered to her; "Any more booze and I'm going have to carry you off to sleep," pausing as he walked around the counter, "don't worry I'll sleep on the couch. But as for repaying don't worry about it," pouring a small glass before placing the bottle aside. He was effectively cutting her off since he knew the hangover was going to drag her down after all he had first hand knowledge. It had taken a lot to pull himself back out of the bottle. He had spent many nights on Tauron, drinking to find the bottle of the bottle and why couldn't he just perish with everyone else. Why did he have to survive the attacks only to live his life in the service? Up till his surgery, he felt like the gods were punishing him for survival and his family core beliefs...till that day on Terra. Meeting her, seeing someone and something possibly worth it in the end and here is the bottle once more. Downing the glass, he set it aside as he leaned back against the back counter as he whispered; "I joined the Marines to get away from it. After my father lost his job, he began looking into everything Kobol specifically the 13th tribe. He believed that the tribe was in the same category as the gods...even with them gone I'm carrying his books cause honestly the Terrans need that knowledge," placing the glass in the sink, "that's why I'm on Kobol. Honestly, when I arrived, I dreaded continuing his work...but meeting with you again and well seeing this other side of you is the highlights so far. Looking for more highlights..." Setting the empty glass down on the counter, she soon crossed her arms over her chest, prepared to offer resistance when it came to sleeping on the couch. Regardless of how many glasses she had consumed between dinner and their arrival here, Demetria still felt that he had done more than enough, leaving her unwilling to push him from the comfort of his own bed just for her sake. But as she looked at him, even too tipsy, she could see the indifference hidden beneath the surface, thinking that perhaps tea would be the better option in the future after all. Turning towards the couch, she took a few steps forward, careful not to stumble before taking a seat and leaning back to rest while the rest of the room settled around her. After hearing just a small sliver of his past, she understood all too well the pressure to carry on what someone else started, the burden to carry on the life work of family. “We gave each other a reason to be less weary of this place,” she smirked, attempting to hide the embarrassment she felt, knowing that she’d overdone it thanks in part to the booze. “I guess everyone has a hidden side that few get to see. I look forward to seeing more myself.” Pushing up from the couch, she walked back to the bar where he still stood, fingers drunkenly working to loosen braided hair as she knew the night was winding down. “Dibs on the couch. This is your place, after all, it would be rude to impose. I’ll have company, anyway,” she smiled, looking over to the pup who watched them, ears twitching curiously. Watching her walk from the couch and back to him, Gabe listened to her and she even surprised him or it could be her drunker side talking. Though, he was adamant to sleeping on the couch, he knew the pup had grown on her as he placed the empty glass in the sink. Speaking softly, he went to the bedroom to gather the comforter for her; "In the morning, I'll make breakfast and maybe help you with that impending hangover that might come crashing down on you." Gabriel also had a pillow in hand as he set them down while picking up his black blindfold. This would be the one thing that would be difficult to give up, he still wasn't sure if his eyes were going to stay this way for the long term or not. Petting Apollo, Gabriel turned to Demetria as saw her struggling before helping her; "Got to see two sides of you in one night," helping her with the last braid while continuing on, "get to see the hangover version which my sunglasses might help you with the sensitivity to light."
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Lt. Demetria Richardson
Colonial Officer
Acheron Tactical Officer
Posts: 54
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 16:09:27 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Demetria Richardson on Aug 16, 2019 23:06:12 GMT -6
Watching her walk from the couch and back to him, Gabe listened to her and she even surprised him or it could be her drunker side talking. Though, he was adamant to sleeping on the couch, he knew the pup had grown on her as he placed the empty glass in the sink. Speaking softly, he went to the bedroom to gather the comforter for her; "In the morning, I'll make breakfast and maybe help you with that impending hangover that might come crashing down on you." Gabriel also had a pillow in hand as he set them down while picking up his black blindfold. This would be the one thing that would be difficult to give up, he still wasn't sure if his eyes were going to stay this way for the long term or not. Petting Apollo, Gabriel turned to Demetria as saw her struggling before helping her; "Got to see two sides of you in one night," helping her with the last braid while continuing on, "get to see the hangover version which my sunglasses might help you with the sensitivity to light." As good as she was feeling now, she knew it would likely come crashing down hard in the morning; her head would pound as the room spun, but still she wouldn't have changed any of it. The day had taken a much different turn from morning tea, and running into someone she hadn't expected to see again on Kobol of all places wasn't something she could bring herself to regret. "That isn't necessary, you know. You've done more than enough." She smiled at the offer, not expecting it to come from him. If anything, she knew by morning, there were other things on the planet that required his attention. "The hungover version might not be as pretty. A few more drinks and I might have been waking up on the floor instead." Chuckling, she lazily ran her hands through unbraided hair, pushing it away from her face before glancing down to see what was in his hand. A simple black piece of fabric that held its own meaning; Demetria couldn't imagine losing her sight as he did, or not being able to see the things she saw now. "Thank you, Gabriel." Nodding slightly, she turned to slowly retreat back to the sofa for the night. With the pup settling quietly at the end, she pulled the blouse off and placed it neatly on the back of the chair as she fixed her black undershirt, finally taking a seat before her fingers worked at the zipper of her skirt.
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Aug 16, 2019 23:57:09 GMT -6
Watching her walk from the couch and back to him, Gabe listened to her and she even surprised him or it could be her drunker side talking. Though, he was adamant to sleeping on the couch, he knew the pup had grown on her as he placed the empty glass in the sink. Speaking softly, he went to the bedroom to gather the comforter for her; "In the morning, I'll make breakfast and maybe help you with that impending hangover that might come crashing down on you." Gabriel also had a pillow in hand as he set them down while picking up his black blindfold. This would be the one thing that would be difficult to give up, he still wasn't sure if his eyes were going to stay this way for the long term or not. Petting Apollo, Gabriel turned to Demetria as saw her struggling before helping her; "Got to see two sides of you in one night," helping her with the last braid while continuing on, "get to see the hangover version which my sunglasses might help you with the sensitivity to light." As good as she was feeling now, she knew it would likely come crashing down hard in the morning; her head would pound as the room spun, but still she wouldn't have changed any of it. The day had taken a much different turn from morning tea, and running into someone she hadn't expected to see again on Kobol of all places wasn't something she could bring herself to regret. "That isn't necessary, you know. You've done more than enough." She smiled at the offer, not expecting it to come from him. If anything, she knew by morning, there were other things on the planet that required his attention. "The hungover version might not be as pretty. A few more drinks and I might have been waking up on the floor instead." Chuckling, she lazily ran her hands through unbraided hair, pushing it away from her face before glancing down to see what was in his hand. A simple black piece of fabric that held its own meaning; Demetria couldn't imagine losing her sight as he did, or not being able to see the things she saw now. "Thank you, Gabriel." Nodding slightly, she turned to slowly retreat back to the sofa for the night. With the pup settling quietly at the end, she pulled the blouse off and placed it neatly on the back of the chair as she fixed her black undershirt, finally taking a seat before her fingers worked at the zipper of her skirt. Watching her head for the couch, Gabriel retreated to the bedroom where he sent a message to the butler to get a few things together in the morning before pulling off his shirt. Gabriel could sleep anywhere and he has been but sleeping in a big bed was something else and he hesitated for a moment. Placing the soft black cloth over his eyes, he placed a small red clip that kept traction on the cloth and in place till morning. Emptying out his pockets, Gabe finally laid down with the sheets covering over him; pulling his mind off from where he was... Waking in the desert, he was wearing his old uniform with his rifle in hand but he knew this was a memory. Hearing the radio in the distance, he ran towards the sound but no matter how fast he ran he never caught up but the environment changed around him. Taking cover behind a tree, Gabe checked over the rifle only to find not bullets but more sand. This was already confusing enough but maybe a sign that he wasn't done on Tauron but Tauron doesn't have too many forests...Waking up in sweat, Gabe carefully removed the blindfold as he pondered on the dream. Maybe there was a desert here but the Terrans haven't found it yet and he wasn't going to pull her along on this wild chase. Looking over the clock, it was a bit past 8:45am as he got up not bothering with the shirt as he silently worked on breakfast while she slept.
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Lt. Demetria Richardson
Colonial Officer
Acheron Tactical Officer
Posts: 54
Registered: Jan 27, 2013 16:09:27 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Demetria Richardson on Aug 18, 2019 1:54:57 GMT -6
Watching her head for the couch, Gabriel retreated to the bedroom where he sent a message to the butler to get a few things together in the morning before pulling off his shirt. Gabriel could sleep anywhere and he has been but sleeping in a big bed was something else and he hesitated for a moment. Placing the soft black cloth over his eyes, he placed a small red clip that kept traction on the cloth and in place till morning. Emptying out his pockets, Gabe finally laid down with the sheets covering over him; pulling his mind off from where he was... Waking in the desert, he was wearing his old uniform with his rifle in hand but he knew this was a memory. Hearing the radio in the distance, he ran towards the sound but no matter how fast he ran he never caught up but the environment changed around him. Taking cover behind a tree, Gabe checked over the rifle only to find not bullets but more sand. This was already confusing enough but maybe a sign that he wasn't done on Tauron but Tauron doesn't have too many forests...Waking up in sweat, Gabe carefully removed the blindfold as he pondered on the dream. Maybe there was a desert here but the Terrans haven't found it yet and he wasn't going to pull her along on this wild chase. Looking over the clock, it was a bit past 8:45am as he got up not bothering with the shirt as he silently worked on breakfast while she slept. You shouldn't be here. All you will prove is that you will fail, just as you failed me and everyone else around you. The words echoed in her head, ringing like the alarm bells she had grown so accustomed to hearing each day. Her heart was racing as quickly as her feet moved, her mothers disappointment clinging tightly as it had since the day she left Virgon and everything behind, every responsibility that she'd been expected to accept with nothing else said. This place, in a way, reminded her of home, looked like home at times, which only pushed her further into the wilderness until she was falling. The smell of breakfast should have woken her from the ambrosia induced coma she had somewhat fallen into, but her heart was beating erratically as she jolted upward on the sofa, panicked eyes scanning the room. For a moment, everything around her was unfamiliar with a confusing dream still clouding her mind until she felt a small nudge, looking down to see the pup sitting observantly at the sofa's edge. Taking a deep breath, Demetria picked up her skirt to redress before starting towards the kitchen. It would have been better to dream of other things, though she couldn't help but wonder if it was some sort of warning. Was she meant to find her sister here or was there some other purpose, something more that she had yet to realize? It wasn't difficult to turn her attention to something else the moment her feet hit the cool kitchen floor, eyes locking on the tattooed Marine who had stayed true to his word despite her insistence. "You shouldn't have gone out of your way," she began, half smiling as she came to a stop at his side. "You've done more than enough, while I'm sure I should probably resist the temptation of ambrosia for a while."
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Post by Major Gabriel 'Grif' Cooper on Aug 18, 2019 2:28:10 GMT -6
Watching her head for the couch, Gabriel retreated to the bedroom where he sent a message to the butler to get a few things together in the morning before pulling off his shirt. Gabriel could sleep anywhere and he has been but sleeping in a big bed was something else and he hesitated for a moment. Placing the soft black cloth over his eyes, he placed a small red clip that kept traction on the cloth and in place till morning. Emptying out his pockets, Gabe finally laid down with the sheets covering over him; pulling his mind off from where he was... Waking in the desert, he was wearing his old uniform with his rifle in hand but he knew this was a memory. Hearing the radio in the distance, he ran towards the sound but no matter how fast he ran he never caught up but the environment changed around him. Taking cover behind a tree, Gabe checked over the rifle only to find not bullets but more sand. This was already confusing enough but maybe a sign that he wasn't done on Tauron but Tauron doesn't have too many forests...Waking up in sweat, Gabe carefully removed the blindfold as he pondered on the dream. Maybe there was a desert here but the Terrans haven't found it yet and he wasn't going to pull her along on this wild chase. Looking over the clock, it was a bit past 8:45am as he got up not bothering with the shirt as he silently worked on breakfast while she slept. You shouldn't be here. All you will prove is that you will fail, just as you failed me and everyone else around you. The words echoed in her head, ringing like the alarm bells she had grown so accustomed to hearing each day. Her heart was racing as quickly as her feet moved, her mothers disappointment clinging tightly as it had since the day she left Virgon and everything behind, every responsibility that she'd been expected to accept with nothing else said. This place, in a way, reminded her of home, looked like home at times, which only pushed her further into the wilderness until she was falling. The smell of breakfast should have woken her from the ambrosia induced coma she had somewhat fallen into, but her heart was beating erratically as she jolted upward on the sofa, panicked eyes scanning the room. For a moment, everything around her was unfamiliar with a confusing dream still clouding her mind until she felt a small nudge, looking down to see the pup sitting observantly at the sofa's edge. Taking a deep breath, Demetria picked up her skirt to redress before starting towards the kitchen. It would have been better to dream of other things, though she couldn't help but wonder if it was some sort of warning. Was she meant to find her sister here or was there some other purpose, something more that she had yet to realize? It wasn't difficult to turn her attention to something else the moment her feet hit the cool kitchen floor, eyes locking on the tattooed Marine who had stayed true to his word despite her insistence. "You shouldn't have gone out of your way," she began, half smiling as she came to a stop at his side. "You've done more than enough, while I'm sure I should probably resist the temptation of ambrosia for a while." Scrambling the eggs, he could hear her heavy breathing and apparently they both didn't have good dreams but his was confusing. Maybe it was Kobol reaching out, somehow, sad as that would be the sorta thing that his father would say. Even from the corner of his eye, she was either checking him out or his extensive ink as he spoke up; "If this relationship was longer than a day, I would say I don't think I did enough for breakfast, if you got my drift." Organizing the eggs onto a pair of plates, he moved around her but purposely placed his hand on her lower back while going through the fridge. Setting out what appeared to be fresh orange juice, he moved his hand while returning to the stove; "Well not really out of my way since warm food will help you with possibly that hangover," carefully placing the bacon and waffles on the plate, "also hid the ambrosia early on." Making additional eggs and ham, he set the end product in a bowl for the pup to enjoy before setting out the syrup. Picking up his watch, he slipped it on while it booted up before leaning against the counter beside her; "Oh, I estimated your size last night and the butler set out some casual clothes for you."
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