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Agent Maine || Red vs. Blue ([personal profile] brute_shot_bully) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2012-02-04 05:52 pm

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Who: Agent Carolina [personal profile] youfallback and Agent Maine [personal profile] brute_shot_bully
What: Chillaxing in the fallout of OH TEH NOES DRAMA
When: Tonight
Where: Maine's room in Carolina's room
Rating: PG-13. Maine.

He wouldn't have heard her enter, wouldn't have expected her at this time, even. Ever since the blowout from Washington's intention to get Maine's armor back to him, he'd been spending most of his waking time just working out.

His room resembled more a military gym then an actual bedroom. Every possible machine to work every possible muscle lined the floor, each one wearing signs of use. Mirrors lined the wall, a stack of free weights by the door. If one looked hard enough they'd find the bed tucked in a corner surrounded by a few stacks of books and dirty magazines (and under the bed, the box of dirty toys from Mistress). Next to the bed was a recent edition, a door to an indoor park for his dog, for the times he was locked in.

Which seemed rather pointless, now.

Maine himself was at the bench, a brace over his right knee, pushing himself to lift ten pounds over his limit. The distraction of taut muscles, the stretch of scar tissue over his various wounds, the heat and burn, was enough to make him forget just how angry he was with everything if just for the moment. His dog, As Yet Unnamed, lounged on the bed. She heard Carolina enter over the grunts of her owner and the creak and clanging of metal. She lifted her head and gave a single, deep, warning bark.
youfallback: (L: Is there anything you can do about it)

[personal profile] youfallback 2012-02-05 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
Carolina was spent, truly and utterly spent on every single level. Since Wednesday, she'd been spending every last second of free time doing something. As the night grew later, even she had to recognize the fact that she wouldn't make it until 0400 and their standing appointment, so, with fresh bruises from a tumble on the uneven bars (which had really been the realization that she wasn't doing anything except exhausting herself), she let herself back into her room. Hopefully Maine would understand and that he wouldn't be something else she could add to her list of 'things she fucked up with' this week. Tossing her duffel bag down onto the couch in the living room, she toed off her sneakers and padded back toward his room.

Firmly, she rapped on the thick door. "Maine? I'm letting you out of lockdown early."

She didn't want this to become a habit, but she simply couldn't function anymore. Even just her bones felt heavy and her arm too much too lift to knock again. Honestly, just falling asleep would be preferential right now, but there's still more to be done, more projects to distract her from the overwhelming feeling of defeat that shadowed her every step.
youfallback: (L: You're not so bad.)

[personal profile] youfallback 2012-02-05 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Carolina rubbed her hand over her face for a second as if that would magically remove the dark circles from under her eyes. She paused to wait for his reply before putting in the code to his door a touch slower than normal and pushing the door open. For a moment or two she simply leaned in the doorway, fully expecting to get yelled at for no reason.

"Yeah, you're free to go for the night," she replied, not giving two fucks about the fact it was only approaching 2200.

She straightened and moved out of the doorway, heading back toward the rest of her quarters.
youfallback: (L: Mama!Bear Carolina.)

[personal profile] youfallback 2012-02-05 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Carolina heard Maine move and thought he'd be heading out the door, but his response surprise her, causing her to turn around where she stood in the short hallway between the living room and his space. Furrowing her eyebrows for a second, she considered the fact that she just didn't care right now. If he wanted to stay in, she wasn't about to force him out the door, especially when she trusted him and did see him as a friend.

"Then stay in." She shifted her weight, her tone confused but not commanding either. "I'm not expecting any guests."

The only person who would possibly visit was probably too busy rubbing aloe on his butthurt ass alienating more friends so yeah that ruled out any chance of visitors.
youfallback: (L: Step off me. Your breath smells like)

[personal profile] youfallback 2012-02-05 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Carolina shifted at him starting with York's name, curiosity more than anything but her expression changes instantly upon hearing the rest of Maine's statement, eyebrows furrowing and a new anger somehow igniting among the ashes of her emotional state.

"You what?" She didn't really need to confirmation, the words just come out before she can really stop them. Obviously York hadn't taken Maine up on the offer, but still. How could that have possibly made anything better? Having dead teammates would have really just. Fucked everything up even further.

She didn't know if she'd be able to deal with something like that with her current state. Sure, she'd dealt with it before, but the past was a very different story to what had happened so far in the Castle.
youfallback: (L: Yeah it didn't slow me down.)

[personal profile] youfallback 2012-02-07 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Carolina barely shifted when Maine passed her by, her shoulders stiffening further at his explanation. What the hell was wrong with her team that they felt the need to offer death to each other? Where the hell had they even gotten the idea and, more importantly to her, when had she led them to believe that that was okay? Turning slowly, she faced the kitchen, her eyebrows furrowed and raw anger written across her exhausted face.

"What the hell were you thinking?" She all but shouted at him. "What the fuck were you thinking?"

There really were no words to fully express just how incredibly pissed off she was at her entire team right now. Wash was likely drowning himself in alcohol, York in self-pity, and Maine? She'd never been this ashamed to be a part of this team. Were they all suddenly a bunch of immature teenagers again trying to outdick the others?

"How would that have solved anything." Not a question, a demand.
youfallback: (L: Well this sucks big cahones.)

[personal profile] youfallback 2012-02-09 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
At first Carolina just watched him move, her anger broiling behind her recovering facade. She couldn't just let loose on him, but hell if she didn't want to. Her team had been disappointing her so many times this week between all three of them and damn if she wasn't tempted to pack up and find some sanity somewhere else. His anger, though, didn't intimidate her and she didn't back down one bit.

"You aren't causing any problems, Maine," she grunted in reply, trying to tame down the anger burning wildly through her chest. "The Castle has."

She barely paused as she shifted her weight, not moving to sit, but instead remaining where she stood. "Communication is the biggest problem between the three of you."
youfallback: (L: Oh this looks bad.)

[personal profile] youfallback 2012-02-10 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Carolina let out a frustrated sigh, really unable to keep it in despite the fact making such a sound would do nothing to alter the situation. Unaware of the dog's intense gaze on her, the Freelancer moved over to the kitchen to retrieve a beer for herself, her movements stiff. She had no idea where to even start resolving the conflict at hand, especially since York had cut himself off entirely from what she'd seen. If he wanted to be an asshole out in the mountains, then he could go right ahead.

Popping off the top of the beer, the Freelancer first considered beside his new pet, but then reconsidered, instead drawing up one of the arm chairs and plopping herself down in it. Just sitting down reminded her of the deep exhaustion that ran through ever bone in her body.

"York said if there was a way to prove that this isn't a loss, then he'd be willing to try," she replied, following it up with a snort. "Don't know if I believe that or not."
youfallback: (L: Well this sucks big cahones.)

[personal profile] youfallback 2012-02-11 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Carolina's expression flatlined, her anger dulling out into more of frustration. She'd heard that too many times in the past few days, between all three of them. Screw Maine. Fuck Washington. Screw York. What the hell kind of team talked about each other like that, regardless of their past? When did these grown-ass adults turn into teenagers again.

"I don't want to hear you say that about anyone on the team," she scolded, feeling much more like a mother than the captain of the team. "You can't say that and not expect consequences."
youfallback: (L: Really? You're gonna do that?)

[personal profile] youfallback 2012-02-11 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
If York had been saying these things, Carolina was entirely unaware of them. He'd mentioned from time to time that he thought Maine was dangerous and still a murderer, but never along these lines until much more recently.

"Based on what happened, Maine? No one else gives a shit," Carolina wasn't one to curse openly, but the stronger wording helped prove her point. "He's not the Castle hero. You got 'one perk' with being free for twelve hours a day. He wasn't happy then either."

Part of her, the very annoyed and frustrated part, considered that York likely wouldn't ever be happy with any situation thrown at him. Another part, though, regarded that opinion as relatively unfair.
youfallback: (L: Is this that AI bullshit.)

[personal profile] youfallback 2012-02-12 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"You apologized?" Carolina blinked for a couple seconds before frowning. "And he didn't say anything?"

Well, that wasn't what she'd expected based on how York had been acting. For Maine to apologize and for York to spit in his face, that changed everything, it really did. For a few moments, she was simply stunned by that news. Maine apologized, Maine was making steps to rectify what had been done, and, for all appearances, York was doing the opposite.

Honestly, she didn't like how that rested against her own opinion of York. It didn't destroy it entirely, but it didn't converge either.
youfallback: (L: This isn't normal is it?)

[personal profile] youfallback 2012-02-12 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Feet down," Carolina spoke almost without realizing she'd said it. Feet do not go on coffee tables, man.

She still thought about the matter at hand, despite what should have been a ready distraction. If Maine's other victims had already started forgiving him, then what was holding York back, really? Was it really the fact that Maine had hunted him more fervently? Or was it something else? She was understanding Maine's anger even better and York's less.

"I don't know what's going on with York," she finally spoke again, popping the cap off her beer. Honestly, she'd never thought she'd be saying something like that. He'd been a constant for so long, both back at Freelancer and here; he'd been a sure thing, unwavering, someone she could always trust.
youfallback: (UA: Carolina has emotions.)

[personal profile] youfallback 2012-02-12 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
That was one question Carolina wasn't ready for and she felt its weight on her shoulders the moment it was spoken out loud. She'd been wondering the same herself for several days now, but not allowing it to distract her. Things like that weren't the immediate, the danger present. Instead, she'd worked on maps, trained for extra hours every day, slept less, and altogether thrown herself whole-heartedly into her work.

All because she didn't know what the next step was. In missions, the course of action was clear and if mistakes were made, then back-up plans were readily available. Here? The Castle threw the impossible in her face, ripped apart her team, and a pressure onto her that only tightened over time. Sure, there were brief opportunities to loosen that pressure, but moments like this felt too tight, too much. Her grip tightened on her bottle of beer, skin stretching across her knuckles.

"I don't know," she replied.

She wished she had a better answer than that or that she could somehow know all the answers now-- not later, not off in some far off time--, but she didn't.
Edited (how does English) 2012-02-12 03:13 (UTC)
youfallback: (L: Don't take it personally Maine.)

[personal profile] youfallback 2012-02-12 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
Carolina would be lying if she said she didn't miss that seeming simplicity of that ranking board and the Project in general. There she could find order, there she had a distinct niche carved out for herself from years of blood, sweat, and tears. Here in the Castle, she could not even be entirely sure of if she would be a human or a toy the next day, or if her team might suddenly vanish, leaving her here alone.

When Maine got to his feet, she realized her intense grip on her bottle and slowly began to release it, knuckles no longer so vividly outlined. As a distraction, though, she shifted in her seat and took a long swig of her beer. Damn if she didn't miss home so much right now.
youfallback: (L: This grass is so interesting.)

[personal profile] youfallback 2012-02-12 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Carolina glanced up from her bottle when she felt Maine's gaze on her, even more humiliated by the fact that she still didn't have a proper answer. She was supposed to be their leader, unflinching in the face of the unknown and ready to do anything for her team. That was made difficult, though, when she didn't know what that 'anything' was supposed to be.

"Don't give up," she finally supplied, her voice firm, "I'll figure something out, but for now, don't throw in the towel."
youfallback: (L: This grass is so interesting.)

[personal profile] youfallback 2012-02-12 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
If she knew Maine considered there were sides in all this, she'd likely just head off to bed. She's so sick and tired of hearing York talk about sides and not seeing their team as a collaborative unit. Sure, there were arguments and a huge number of issues going on right now, but that didn't mean there were sides and that she had to be on either one or the other. Honestly, trying to support her team as a whole was getting more and more difficult.

Quickly, she finished off her first beer and opened a second, shaking her head at that toast. It's not out of self-hatred or self-doubt that she didn't want to be toasted, it was the idea that even while she felt she was being the most sensible at the moment, the Castle had told her that being the 'most sensible' or 'the best' didn't matter here.

"Don't," her words were simple enough, laced with the exhaustion that crept further in.
youfallback: (L: GTFO what are you doing.)

[personal profile] youfallback 2012-02-13 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Carolina shifted her weight in her seat, deciding that her bottle was more interesting at the moment. She did appreciate the sentiment and the fact he appreciated her work, but right now a toast just felt wrong.

"Thanks for getting more beer," she replied, finally glancing back over at him.