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Agent Carolina | McAlister ([personal profile] youfallback) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2013-05-02 11:42 pm

But the ghosts that we knew {OPEN};

Who: Carolina and you!
What: Training at all hours of the day. Like sane people do. c:
When: 0400-1200 and 1400-2200 (the gym), 1200-1300 (the kitchen), 2200-2300 (the kitchen)
Where: The gym and the kitchen
Rating: PG-13 maybe for language and/or violence


[Most nights, Carolina couldn't sleep. The near-constant feeling of not being secure or safe enough to shut her eyes kept what adrenaline she had left pumping through her well enough to keep her awake. That said, she can't run on fumes all week long and when she does sleep, she dreams about home. About twin voices screaming her dead mother's name in her head, when plugging her ears only amplifies the sound. About a teammate taking two axes to the chest, from a soldier Carolina had never trusted, never wanted to trust. About another teammate grabbing her around the neck, yanking the AI chips from the back of her neck, tossing her from a cliff like a piece of garbage. About waiting in the snow. About never being good enough. About throwing a lighter.

It's one of those nights when her body forces her to sleep long enough to recharge enough of her battery to somewhat function, but the nightmares don't stay away. They never do. And she wakes up early, in a cold sweat, shaking, screaming. It's enough to keep her awake for another couple days, she hopes, that her body got enough to last her. Two days awake is always too short a time, but she can't get herself to stay awake longer and the four hours or so of sleep are always too long.

So, she's out of bed in an instant, tugging her armor on before all but sprinting down to the gym at 0400, needing a distraction and a purpose to her life.

Or what she could call a life in guilty conscience.
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(ooc: I will have open threads, just tag wherever! Just specify the time please so there can be multiple threads per location. c:

Current threads: South's is around noonish. Church's is before 1400. York's is at 1400. )
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[personal profile] originalcopy 2013-05-04 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Right... of course not.

[Because, why the fuck would she be. The disappointment and pain is all to easily to cover up with annoyance and ire. It's just easier to be angry than to be hurt.]

Look stop calling me 'Sir'... it's fuckin' creepy.
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[personal profile] originalcopy 2013-05-04 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[He takes a step back.]

What? No... Why would you?

[Memories from Holly Peaks come back to him, things he'd been trying to ignore... York had called him 'Director', Delta called him 'Dr. Leonard Church' and both called him 'sir'. Wash telling him he hadn't really died... He shook his head.]

It's just Church.
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[personal profile] originalcopy 2013-05-04 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Well you'd better fucking try.

[He considers trying to move past her, get back on his way... He needs to get back to Stark Tower to think. He needs to talk to Delta, no scratch that... he just needs to get away.]

That's my name... not 'Sir' or any other bullshit. Church, that's it. That's all it's ever been, that's all it will ever be.

Just Church.
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[personal profile] originalcopy 2013-05-04 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[It's like listening to some Twilight Zone parody of his life... Yes, he wanted to marry Tex but she left him to join Project Freelancer and he signed on to try to be with her. He's just a private in the simulation army Project Freelancer ran for testing.

Confusion gives way to indignation. He's had enough. Clearly Carolina's gone mental.]


Ok, that's enough bullshit for today, thanks.

[He waves dismissively and turns on his heel. If he can't get past her, he'll just go back the way he came.]
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[personal profile] originalcopy 2013-05-04 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[He pauses, shoulders tense and hands balled into fists. Why did she keep calling him that?!]

What the fuck are you babbling about?

No, you know what... I don't care.

[Yup, just going throw up his hand and keep walking away. If can put some distance between them, he can get a minute to think.]
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[personal profile] originalcopy 2013-05-05 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Shit, he tries walking faster but then she gets past and in front of him. Forcing him to stop short to keep from running into her.]

What the fuck is your problem?!

[He takes a few steps backwards before turning to go the other way.]
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[personal profile] originalcopy 2013-05-05 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[He's clearly starting to get agitated by this point.]

Go Away Carolina!

I don't have someone else's name, I have my name!

I don't know if you're just a damn psyco or if the castle thought it would be fun to fuck with your brain... but I'm nothing like that Director asshole.

[He's not even touching the rest. He just wants to get the hell out of this situation. She wasn't supposed to be able to tell him from anyone else here.

He continuing to try to walk away.]
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[personal profile] originalcopy 2013-05-05 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Get out of my way!

[He's going to try to get around her, keep her from blocking him in again.]
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[personal profile] originalcopy 2013-05-05 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
What the fuck does it matter to you?!

[He glares at her. He'd just shove her out of the way if she wasn't in armor.]
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[personal profile] originalcopy 2013-05-05 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Church looks away. He's stressed and angry and the last thing he wants to do is talk about Tex.]

Just let me go Carolina.
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[personal profile] originalcopy 2013-05-05 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuck you.

[Church is going to try one last time to get away from her. The stress is starting to get to him, wearing him out.]

You want to know so bad, go talk to Wash or York. I'm done.
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[personal profile] originalcopy 2013-05-05 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course they do you stupid bitch!

[One last desperate burst of rage and he' left feeling exhausted. His shoulders slump. He's not going to bother trying to get away.]

I just... I need to go.

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