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Post by Jobeth Weston on Aug 1, 2011 10:16:28 GMT -6
Jo was relieved to find an empty table, setting her tray of food down before plopping her own self down in the seat. It had been a long day, really it was more like going on two days. The events of the night before were still fresh in her mind. All she had been doing was tracking a vampire who had some vital information and the next thing she knew her world was turned upside down.
Someone stole her vampire, she shot someone in the ass, she got knocked the fuck out and kidnapped. Then she was held “prisoner” for awhile until her new “friends” decided to grace her with their presence. Truth be told, that was only the beginning. After meeting with Commander Foster and Lt. Col Devoux and accepting their offer, she was taken on a tour of the facility. The place was, in a word, awesome. Everything was state of the art. Jo had never seen anything like it. She was amazed at everything she saw.
After the tour she had been taken to the main headquarters office and they started all the in processing paperwork and such. She got herself a temporary badge to get around the complex. At least she had access to the common areas. Full access and she’d be official when the background investigation was completed. With the resources these guys had, she didn’t think that would take very long.
Finally, she was given her own room. They had some clean clothes for her. It seemed to be the basic issue uniform that people wore while on duty. They also had some gym clothes for her as well. She wasn’t going to be able to leave to get her own things until her processing was complete. At least the clean clothes and a shower had her feeling almost human again. She was tired but she was starving. Food was needed before sleep.
That’s how she ended up in the dining hall with a tray piled high with food on it. She felt like she could eat a horse and practically took one of everything they had to offer for dinner. Jo chuckled to herself as she realized she had enough food on her plate for probably three meals and with it, she had gotten a diet coke. Like that was helpful in cutting down on calories. Oh well, it was just out of habit. Too much sugar and she would be pinging off the walls and after she ate she wanted to get some much needed sleep.
Jo took a quick glance around the room. Taking in the other diners around her. She could tell most of them were military by the way they carried themselves. There was the buzz of multiple conversations filling the air. Taking in a deep breath and then letting it out slowly, she tried to relax a little bit. The excitement of everything that had happened in just a short time had her tense. Though, she new in her heart she had made the right decision to join the team. It would just take a little getting used to the idea.
Giving herself a little nod of encouragement and telling herself everything was going to be fine. Her attention turned back to the food in front of her. Picking up the utensils she started digging in. Now oblivious to everything that was around her as she ate like she hadn’t eaten for a week.
THE LOWDOWN
TAG - Curse
WORDS - 578
WEARING CLICK
NOTES - Yay! New Thread!
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Post by Lt. Gabriel "Curse" Jordan on Aug 4, 2011 8:47:16 GMT -6
Damn it all to hell. Of all the places he could have gotten shot, it just HAD to be in the ass. Not only was it painful in the literal sense, it was painful in the mental sense too as he'd gotten no end to the ribbing from his fellow soldiers. He supposed it was a good thing that part of his heritage allowed him to heal faster than normal so he could now walk with only a mild limb but seriously.. Next time? He just assume get shot in the leg or middle or something. At least that sort of injury would be worth bragging about.
Running his hand through his sandy haired, Lt. Gabriel "Curse" Jordan entered the mess hall with a deep scowl on his face. Nodding to a familiar face or two, he grabbed a cup of coffee and was just sweetening it when he spied a blond head that he didnt' recognize. Frowning, he stared at the back of it for a long moment before swearing under his breath.
Son of a bitch.
Commander Foster had warned him that his nemesis was out and about but he'd thought he'd have a few more days to adjust to his anger before having to confront her. No matter how his logic insisted that she'd just been doing what she considered her job... The fact that she'd managed to shot him in a vulnerable part just pissed him off. There were just some things that you didn't do that his male pride insisted she'd crossed the line.
Which just made him feel a caged lion.
He didn't know why she effected him like this but it was unusual. His normally easy nature seemed to literally disappear in her presence and it was unnerving. He could only suppose it was their first encounter and hopefully, with time, he'd grow out of it. After all, according to Derek, they would be working together.
Happy Happy Joy Joy. Oh, yeah.. He seriously had to get a grip on his temper or he was just going to be busting on of his skin one of these times.
Shaking his head ruefully, Curse refilled his cup and then headed across the mess hall. Pausing momentarily next to the womans table, he decided that the least he could do was acknowledge her since everyone else seemed to be lost in their own little worlds. His compassionate nature hated for anyone to look that lost.
"Yo.... Settling in?" he said tersely, sipping his coffee. |
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