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| Hunter Williams | Jan 19 2010, 11:25 AM Post #21 |
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Truth be told Hunter wasn't all to huge of a fan of doctors. It wasn't the people or anything. The rooms were cold and harsh and there where a hundred pointy instrument you were meant to just sit there and let people jab you with. Even had to pay out the ass to have them do it to ya too. Might have something to do with the three months he'd had to spend in a burn ward as a young teen after scorching the skin off his arms from elbows to fingertips. Kind of thing stuck with you. "Ya'll can take your time on that, ain't in no rush to get forced to sitting on some steel table." He flashed Coralyn a friendly smile as he said it, hoping she realized it wasn't a personal jab. Another new voice popped in as Hunter placed the crate in his arms down right next to Gwen's, this time it was male. Keeping one eye on the child poking about the contents of the cargo hold he turned to inspect the other man. From the way people were talking it looked to be the man of the hour. "Likewise as long as you plannin' to take good care of our girl here. Hearin' rumors of you bein' a lucky man." Hunter offered a hand out the the older male, eyes taking a moment to weigh him in. "Just do right by her, 'cause I know I'm not the only one that'd drag you through town by your ankles if you don't." Now Hunter was well aware that Gwen MacKenzie could take care of her bloody self, but he still felt the need to give the other man warning. "As for fightin', I'm always ready to put up a good one. She might find me tougher to chew down than she likes." Hunter kept a comment about how his new co-worker might not be the only one with territorial issues at bay, even if it was hard. He could feel the wary eye on him, questioning just how deep Hunter's history with Gwen went. Not as deep as Drew was fearing, but the mechanic sure wasn't going to let that information come to light, way to much fun to be had poking at it. As the sound of a small bang his eyes flew back to the cargo bay. Rosalee had just disappeared down the hatch, which was slightly worrisome, but she'd been on a Wayfarer before. Shouldn't get into too much trouble. Edited by Hunter Williams, Jan 19 2010, 11:35 AM.
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| Jay Andhek | Jan 19 2010, 11:37 AM Post #22 |
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...no grenades. We're robbin the place, not occupying it.
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mei, tāmāde húndàn! The clanging of dropped objects and the swearing in Mandarin announced, to whomever was within earshot, the impending arrival of the Cressi's First Mate. Clearly heated, Jay stormed into the cargo bay. He was holding a dented tin coffee mug and a fresh brown stain on the front of his tight fitting white tee shirt announced where the contents of the cup now resided. "Cap'n! What was that....that thing that raced by me...cause it looked suspiciously like a stowaway and if...." He paused mid-rant, noticing the other occupants of the cargo hold, most notably a new face. Glancing down at the remains of his coffee, a much less heated, and now slightly embarrassed Jay, tossed the liquid back and set the mug down on a crate. "Drew, Cora.....", he smiled and nodded, then wiping his hand on his already dirty work pants, he extended it towards the stranger. "Names Jay, First Mate.......and you look familiar." |
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| Coralyn Cardew | Jan 19 2010, 11:46 AM Post #23 |
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Honestly, would it hurt the man to say hello to her before the systematic needling began!? Even if he just smiled in her direction once she’d probably do a back-flip. Gwen offered a few light words of defence, but they did little to ease the sting of Drew's grumbles.“I’m sorry, Doctor. I’ll tidy these things away.” She said, her apologetic, slightly wounded tone almost becoming second nature by now. Still, this constant berating did spur her on to work harder, to make him respect her, be impressed by her. And he would be, one day. Even if she had to perform heart surgery burlesque-style or gun down every member of his family, just so she could save their lives. Cora couldn’t help but smile at Hunter’s offhand remark about the MedBay. She could spot someone who disliked treatment five miles off. Normally there were under ten years old, but all the same, she had the distinct feeling she’d have to hunt him down for a sample. Then, all of a sudden, the perfectly amicable, but slightly tense greeting between Drew and Hunter was interrupted by Jay’s distinct cry. He approached, looking a little worse for wear. "Oh, Jay.." She tutted. "It's just a child! You haven't burnt yourself, have you?" She hoped the little girl hadn't been frightened by all these new people milling about. In fact if she weren't currently under scrutiny, she'd have volunteered to try to collect the girl herself. Edited by Coralyn Cardew, Jan 19 2010, 11:47 AM.
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| Gwen MacKenzie | Jan 19 2010, 09:38 PM Post #24 |
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Gwen just sighed. She knew that look that Drew was giving Hunter and that meant trouble. Drew Lancaster could be a territorial man at times which had its perks and its disadvantages. It all made her want to box both their ears before the contests started between them. "Hunter here worked with my unit early in the War. One of th' best damned mechanics you're gonna find still alive after th' hell we went through." Oh she had known him mostly by just having worked with him a few times when the 501st brought in armored vehicles in need of repair. The man had been younger then, just a kid and scrawny as a beanpole thus most of the names she still used on the now taller and stockier man. "I'll handle Rora jus-" Whatever the red head was about to say next was cut off as Jay rounded the corner sporting a coffee stain large and nice on his white shirt. She snorted a little laugh quickly swallowing the rest before she could all out giggle at him. "That one's here all legit like. No more stowaways if we can get around it." Gwen would be one of the last to admit to missing Rod or even Jean but was more than happy they had found homes and people who were willing to take them in as theirs. It was what they deserved in life. One glance to Drew in a 'we'll talk later' light in her eyes left the Captain turning back toward her First Mate and the newly hired mechanic. "You two probably met. Jay here was cav too, Sprout." |
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| Hunter Williams | Jan 19 2010, 11:59 PM Post #25 |
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Hunter wanted to drop his face into his palms the moment he heard the crash emanating from the hallway his daughter had just disappeared down. Smooth, real smooth. Exactly what he needed from the child as he was trying to convince everyone she wasn't too much of a terror. He turned slowly, watching as the unfortunate victim of his dear Rosalee's exuberance came storming out. He offered a meek little wave. "No, she's my fault. Drop that shirt by for me later and I'll see about gettin' it cleaned up. She's just been real twitchy since the explosion..." As the man got closer though Hunter started to try and place his face. Familiar to be sure... and the name seemed to fit with it. But he just couldn't quite pin it down to any specific memory. He clasped the hand in a friendly manner, a smile lighting up his eyes. It was always good to see another vet. "I could say the same to you. 43rd Engineers, the Gearbox boys. Called by Ratchet in the camps if that gets to ringing anything for ya." |
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| Jay Andhek | Jan 20 2010, 12:08 PM Post #26 |
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...no grenades. We're robbin the place, not occupying it.
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Jay shook the mans hand. "Dont worry about the shirt mate, white tees are a credit a dozen round these parts...sure Rora can use another rag.... He wrinkled his brow as the man mentioned his unit, but then shook his head. "Cant say it does, but then again, dont say much...we were much younger then. Was a Sergeant with the 12th Cavalry, 2nd platoon, 5th company. Im sure you ran into us at some point." Jay smiled Stepping back a bit, Jay retrieved his mug and looked down at the shirt with a grim look before looking back up and running a hand through his hair, gesturing in the direction whence he came with the cup. "Lovely kid" he smirked. |
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| Hunter Williams | Jan 20 2010, 01:35 PM Post #27 |
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Yeah nothing on his end either. He had definitely worked with the 12th Cavalry, more than once actually. Chances were high that they'd worked with each other before. "Probably. Nice to meet you proper anyhow." A sly grin worked its way free at Jay's off handed comment about his daughter. She was actually, great kid. Smart too. But every bit as much of a handful as Hunter had been when he was young. Heck he was still a handful by some people's counts. "Shes a charmer alright. Probably making straight for the engine room to take herself a look." Shifting around his bag Hunter turned back to Gwen. Now that all the introductions were in order and the inventory moved inside it seemed an appropriate time to get moving along with things. "Where's good for me to dump this bag Captain? Gotta go back to town and grab one more box before we set off." Shifting his gaze to Cora, Hunter decided to offer her a little assistance. She seemed sweet and in the short minutes he'd been on this boat she's been handled rather roughly by her cohort. Something Hunter was expecting he himself was going to have to engage in soon enough. She also seemed the least irritated by his daughter running amok. May as well try and gather a little good will towards himself right? "If you need a hand moving this stuff around later just give me a shout. I'd be happy to help you file it away." |
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| Coralyn Cardew | Jan 20 2010, 02:19 PM Post #28 |
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Cora could only stand a little awkwardly, keeping quiet whilst the three veterans reminisced. She felt horribly uncomfortable and strangely guilty in situations like these. Like she shouldn’t be there, in their sphere. Who knew, maybe her father had indirectly caused the deaths of one of their friends, a member of their family. Maybe she’d even contributed with the little Alliance fundraisers she and her sisters used to hold. It was a nasty idea, too nasty to think about now, and she searched for the opportunity to pipe up, maybe quietly excuse herself. But as she opened her mouth, Hunter spoke first. And her slightly gaping expression turned into a nervous half-smile when he offered his assistance when he had a moment. Oh, he seemed rather nice really. Sort of... rough and chivalrous at the same time. Where that little girl’s mother was she had no idea, and despite her curiosity, good manners said she shouldn’t ask. But she was biased to believe that any man who’d take in a child single-handed deserved the utmost respect.. “Thank you Mr Willams that’s really very generous of you.” She said politely. ”I don’t think I’ll be too far from the MedBay any time today, if you want to pop in. B-but if you’re too tired than please go to your bunk and have a little sleep. Or don’t sleep! I um, don’t mind.” Now she was ordering the new mechanic to take a snooze, in front of the Captain. It really was time to go. “Excuse me.” She mumbled, nodding to he assembled crew and making a break for the MedBay hatch. She was already fumbling at the box for one of those little cakes. Comfort food in a sterile environment, what could be better? |
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| Drew Lancaster | Jan 20 2010, 03:50 PM Post #29 |
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Drew sighed, catching the look from his wife. "Pardon me." He nodded to the newcomer, not quite sure what to think of him yet, before he picked up his crates easily, before starting off after Cora, catching up with her quickly. He tipped down so one of the crates she was lugging would get added to his pile. "I appreciate you taking the initiative," Drew said honestly, as they headed for the MedBay. "Truly, I do." |
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